<?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-6545779539720692148</id><updated>2011-10-06T18:57:34.007+01:00</updated><category term='你正在读华文 =D'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='random.ness'/><category term='CRAP'/><category term='random. =D'/><category term='when all hell breaks loose.'/><title type='text'>angeLine-.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4413684550366916666</id><published>2011-02-23T00:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:18:57.270Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i losing you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4413684550366916666?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4413684550366916666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4413684550366916666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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break down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes you can hold it sometimes you cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the above has no relevance with the situation below. although both made me equally pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing everything in such a close view, and having everything affected me personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to share my views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont think its about being a Chinese, I dont think it is the Chinese culture to play around with other people feelings. and I certainly think that this is the norm in China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hearing this coming from a girl from China, pissed me off and i'm sorry I am to the extent that I responded in such a rude way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no respect for this kind of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if he is complaining to us to stop saying stuff about him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that he has no friends now, is not really our fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because its his actions that has put him in that state right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I give no respect to guys who two time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I put no trust on guys who lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, I hate people who are cowards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourthly, those who think that they are always right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and should i mention, those who have the heart to hit girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't feel that you don't have to say sorry because of what you've done then don't think we'd (or at least i'd) be sorry for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its amazing how ignorant and naive you are or whatever it is you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go live your live with your little mistress, ha hope you enjoy the toilet just dont let me catch you guys in there again or yes i'd say it straight at your ugly face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" i don't understand why you think this is normal but is it your family that's like that "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't shed crocodile tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if the love has faded and you own up to her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't have fault you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you faced everything, and explained everything in truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us would have really turned our backs on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and neither would your friends ( who calls your mistress, uh, little MISTRESS btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and uh they call you playboy dude. no face shits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok let me chill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5223301907407116121?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5223301907407116121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5223301907407116121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5223301907407116121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5223301907407116121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-what-follows-up-from-explosion.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-9208677161612759844</id><published>2011-02-02T01:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:54:20.315Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to love or to be loved?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happens when you started out with being loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then ended up loving more than being loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......... have faith. even when the nights are full of sorrow, for the morning brings joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this blog is getting too personal and i think this would be the last post you'd see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'd privatise the blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup have fun reading in the next few hours/ day maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-9208677161612759844?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/9208677161612759844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=9208677161612759844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/9208677161612759844'/><link rel='self' 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i got a few quotes that i really love and made me understand things better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and possibly is relevant to whatever i am going through right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of faith is to see what you believe"&lt;br /&gt;by Saint Augustine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's another quote that i stumbled upon by CS Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;A perfect man would never act from a sense of duty ..... Duty is only a substitute for love (of God and of other people) like a crutch which is a substitute for a leg. Most of us need the crutch at times; but of course it is idiotic to use the crutch when our own legs  can do the journey on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i feel i'm ready then one day i just lost it and then i build it up again and i lost it again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time i hope would be different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5077553052003947470?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5077553052003947470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5077553052003947470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5077553052003947470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5077553052003947470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-at-monicas-room-apparently-she.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2636356732189899434</id><published>2011-01-31T01:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:09:07.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=)&lt;div&gt;Have you ever fell in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know how it feels to be in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is stupid post GO TO SLEEP YOU GEEK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-2636356732189899434?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2636356732189899434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2636356732189899434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2636356732189899434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2636356732189899434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-fell-in-love-do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2676758633948435305</id><published>2011-01-30T01:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T01:38:36.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a put put&lt;div&gt;you are a put put&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are all put putttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el put put e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the game addict&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my Eclusives Itouch games list are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa Sangre-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A whole new experience in gaming altogether. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its based on hearing not sight and each time i get my hands on the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart goes pounding for nuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RageHD-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG IF YOU DONT HAVE THIS GAME IN YOUR ITOUCH YOU CAN GO AND DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously. THIS IS AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but since i'm not a huge fan of action games, (my sis is) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you're like my sis, DUDE. this DEFINITELY has to go into your itouch/iphone/whatsoever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cut The Rope-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe. one word. addictive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three words. i feel smarter.=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No ordinary "just one more level pls" game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and the little frog is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plants Vs Zombies-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmm Short term addiction, if you finish the game you don't really have the drive to go one more entire round again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously FUN. worth the buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grimm -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute Cute Cute Cute CUTE hehe MINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO BE CONTINUED..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant really rate the rest i'm pretty tired of playing i just officially played itouch for like 13 hours almost nonstop. other than resting my eyes looking out the window. and , i skipped dinner. and lunch =.= just to play itouch omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;game addict. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-2676758633948435305?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2676758633948435305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2676758633948435305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2676758633948435305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2676758633948435305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-put-put-you-are-put-put-we-are-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1433538703863322309</id><published>2011-01-28T22:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:50:56.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just one more question,&lt;div&gt;what is it that you have, in you, that makes you special?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i should stop this shit i should get a diary instead. haha. diary would be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my head is about to explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1433538703863322309?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1433538703863322309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1433538703863322309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1433538703863322309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1433538703863322309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-one-more-question-what-is-it-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1996054218309563590</id><published>2011-01-28T22:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:44:30.191Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you step into this world,&lt;div&gt;and you slowly see reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I grew up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be exact, at the age of around 13,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise the best thing to do is to shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in every single family dinner/gathering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever there are adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you might say something wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is if you shut up, you'd never say anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the whole shit turns around and they think you're rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you have no choice but to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then you'd always risk yourself to saying something wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've pretty much decided to please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd do anything that pretty much pleases them, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they want me to sing, I sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they ask me something I'd tell them the answer that they'd want to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if they insult me, I smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it only me who sing? Why is it only me who bother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the rest could be enjoying themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'd tell myself, "this is just one out of the 360days in a year"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I grew up I try to look at the brighter side of things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever I'm dragged into yet another fight and stressful night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may I correct, nights, almost daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get tired. Tired of crying, tired of trying to act like nothing happened on the dinner table the next day, tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much figured, that all these problems would eventually be resolved and everything always turns out fine. Even though you think they are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, let me summarise the things I've learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) on out of the 360 days in a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) shut up, shit , don't shut up you live to please others not yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) get over it, (or rather don't bother) everything would be fine eventually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over time, I get tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmm as much as I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just turned on the auto please everyone switch somewhere in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its pretty much spoiled cant really turn it off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless I go into a short circuit out of rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea.. then I'd shut down and explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry, lemme rearrange. its usually explode then break down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why I feel like writing this down totally irrelevant to anything or whatsoever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe not, maybe whatever I just learned and lived on for years have just backfired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup.. and I realise of everything I did, my action lacks sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do I do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can I try to be sincere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but how could I be sincere when my head is telling to BE sincere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then its just another act...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the only things I'm sincere about is the things I do for the people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hate myself, for not being able to be sincere to those who come to me for advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(btw i suck at it.) I sincerely do, I HATE MYSELF so much when I do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd think I'm like a cold heartless fhakjdsfhsdakjhfsa crapo. (maybe I am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm not really at a position to conclude that. cause .. I'm me!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, stop making yourself look pathetic you pathetic piece of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at your life, you got itouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;welcome to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1996054218309563590?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1996054218309563590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1996054218309563590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1996054218309563590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1996054218309563590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-you-step-into-this-world-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-870103288569506296</id><published>2011-01-20T23:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T23:45:10.777Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are DA PERSON YO!&lt;div&gt;hahahhahahaa you have gone through your &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh.... IN SHORT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DID IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRIL STARTER YOU DID IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahhahahahahahhahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-870103288569506296?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/870103288569506296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=870103288569506296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/870103288569506296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/870103288569506296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-da-person-yo-hahahhahahaa-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6191485180991565148</id><published>2011-01-18T21:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:30:34.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey blogggy,&lt;div&gt;how i miss indo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now i'm in UK drowning myself in exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i am going to have economics 2 , i'm blogging because I think i will have to retake tmr's paper on June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i can get into hkust and hku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need miracles please just accept my results please oh please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will get into any of the course that you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if can business. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to go to hk. pls oh pls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's sociology paper was not bad anyway . haha pretty happy please oh please i need good grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know i already planned what i'm gonna do in april&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna learn to drive! hehhehehehehhe. i'm so happpy. i am going to be able to drive then im'ma gt' me drivin' license muaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i am gonna drive to GI LOL cross fingers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. anyway i want itouch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6191485180991565148?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6191485180991565148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6191485180991565148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6191485180991565148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6191485180991565148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/hey-blogggy-how-i-miss-indo.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5019626497256099463</id><published>2011-01-15T18:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T18:20:46.971Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alas, i can actually log in to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmobile actually put Blogger into the RESTRICTED ZONE that could only viewed by 18year olds plus&lt;div&gt;Retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently, it claims that its like not suitable for kids eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly breathe in this small little bird cage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to go back to Indonesia, i need a holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, a holiday is what i need,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just recovered =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently my friend thinks that i have H1N1 and so she refuses to come any closer than 2arm lengths apart from me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to grow up right now. no more school, no more school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no actually let me rephrase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more exams no more exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to meet somebody new. like somebody new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5019626497256099463?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5019626497256099463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4251837125188415127</id><published>2011-01-08T17:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:11:00.045Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>, trust myself.&lt;div&gt;, trust myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;, trust myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sigh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4251837125188415127?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4251837125188415127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4251837125188415127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4251837125188415127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4251837125188415127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/trust-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3747451249747624803</id><published>2011-01-07T00:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:12:14.934Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am going NUTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I love this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted" style="padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 15px; display: block; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(248, 247, 243); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Easy come, Easy go&lt;br /&gt;That's just how you live oh&lt;br /&gt;Take, take, take it all&lt;br /&gt;But you never give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have known&lt;br /&gt;You was trouble&lt;br /&gt;From the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Had your eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;Why were they open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave you all I had&lt;br /&gt;And you tossed it in the trash,&lt;br /&gt;Tossed it in the trash you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give me all your love&lt;br /&gt;Is all I ever asked&lt;br /&gt;But you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I would go through all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby&lt;br /&gt;But you won't do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Black, black, black and blue&lt;br /&gt;Beat me till I'm numb&lt;br /&gt;Tell the devil I said "hey" when you get back to where you're from&lt;br /&gt;Mad woman, bad woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's just what you are, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;You'll smile in my face then&lt;br /&gt;Rip the breaks out my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave you all I had&lt;br /&gt;And you tossed it in the trash&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You tossed it in the trash, yes you did&lt;br /&gt;To give me all your love&lt;br /&gt;Is all I ever asked&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you don't understand is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I would go through all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby&lt;br /&gt;But you won't do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my body was on fire, ooh&lt;br /&gt;You' d watch me burn down in flames&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved me you're a liar&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never, ever, ever did baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But darling I'll still catch a grenade for ya&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I would go through all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby&lt;br /&gt;But you won't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you won't do the same,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't do the same,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you'll never do the same,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&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/6545779539720692148-3747451249747624803?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3747451249747624803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3747451249747624803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3747451249747624803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3747451249747624803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-going-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8351974908110582595</id><published>2011-01-03T02:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:49:38.768Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs36/i/2008/284/2/d/It_died_for_you__by_petitpomme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs36/i/2008/284/2/d/It_died_for_you__by_petitpomme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8351974908110582595?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8351974908110582595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8351974908110582595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8351974908110582595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8351974908110582595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/died.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-678918719703094722</id><published>2011-01-01T21:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:49:17.509Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what.&lt;div&gt;i can hardly stand this anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be out of the UK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go back to Indonesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know when were the greatest times of my life were?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was when I was swimming every single day with Jessica or Steffie or my brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we'd play all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its when I was going to stef's place at morning side almost every other day sitting to chat, gyming or swimming or playing basketball or tennis at the squash place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the smell of the pool, I miss the way the wooden furnished floor squeaked, I miss the dribbling of the ball, I miss the sounds of the children laughing at the pool, I miss the moments where life was ... i don't know, never really boring. Because everytime I was bored I had someone to turn to everytime i was sad I had someone to turn to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the time when Arya would carry me up the hill after he took me out to eat at Robinson Quay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss how the city is still full of life at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the way the street lights shone and the walks from Orchard to Stef's house then to mine. I missed the walks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times when we'd go out to eat 11 at night to some road stalls and order bakmi special, bakmi blip blap, kwe tiau mun martabak anything, and we'd make up some name for the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times when we'd go jumping around the bed blasting music, playing pretend, going on a drama marathon and pretending to sleep when either papa or mama wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times when we'd go cycling for hours and hours as the sea breeze blows, and the times when we'd fish at the mini pier! how i miss these times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times when the whole house was our playground and the neighbourhood, my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times when we'd tidy up the room before papa mama come home, I miss the times when we took baths together and brush our teeth together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the days when we'd eat together at a round table, and me not understanding anything about the topics but only focusing on the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times when we'd go to puncak pretty often, and we'd play at the see saw and the swing, and we'd ride the horses and we'd catch the crabs and the EXTREME bubble bath haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the way everything was made of wood at the villa and the way the air smelt and how creepy that house looks and the stories going around and how creeped out I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the way the sun shone through the yellow curtains, the way the wind blows into the room through the balcony, I miss the acoustic of the room, I miss the feeling....... of being home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the days that were..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the past and home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-678918719703094722?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/678918719703094722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=678918719703094722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/678918719703094722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/678918719703094722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4751555345694113628</id><published>2011-01-01T15:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:21:36.389Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a strong feeling I'd get accepted to Hong Kong University.  =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4751555345694113628?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8141639032635728751</id><published>2010-12-27T17:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:23:15.171Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sick now. ! &lt;div&gt;Down with flu =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just hope that I will recover before the exam starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I was so excited for boxing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I went to shop only to find myself going home with a Hollister paper bag,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with a purchased hoody that wasn't even on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway cece got a Macbook Pro for her Bday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS UNFAIR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want an iphone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it engraved. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I haven't thought of what I want the engraved thing to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll go think about it and till then i shall just fantasize about a plain Iphone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I am going to confess:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES I AM BLINDED BY BRANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8141639032635728751?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8141639032635728751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8141639032635728751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8141639032635728751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8141639032635728751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-im-sick-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6083401399146177371</id><published>2010-12-23T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:18:55.122Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days with you passed like a breeze&lt;div&gt;The moments with you.. Are precious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I could choose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday to today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather you be my burden than for you to go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather be stuck in yesterday than going through today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yet again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't today be yesterday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; only then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6083401399146177371?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6083401399146177371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6083401399146177371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6083401399146177371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6083401399146177371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/days-with-you-passed-like-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7977376198802048825</id><published>2010-12-23T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:36:11.033Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7977376198802048825?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7977376198802048825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7977376198802048825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7977376198802048825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7977376198802048825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1702743836237218720</id><published>2010-12-14T01:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:20:41.349Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh =) =) =)&lt;div&gt;I am such a luckyyy lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mellllllllllllllllllts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1702743836237218720?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1702743836237218720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1702743836237218720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1702743836237218720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1702743836237218720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/sigh-i-am-such-luckyyy-lucky-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6877842498518015130</id><published>2010-12-13T23:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:23:39.681Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/235/b/0/smile_by_thespatulaqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 736px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/235/b/0/smile_by_thespatulaqueen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalallalaa lalalalalallala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalallalalalalalal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalalalalalla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalallalala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lalalalalalalallalalalallallalalallalalalalalalalallalalalalalalalalallalalalal ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there you go, its the post of the day. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6877842498518015130?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6877842498518015130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6877842498518015130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6877842498518015130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6877842498518015130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/lalalallalaa-lalalalalallala.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7028227880579471591</id><published>2010-12-13T00:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:13:24.741Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/329/2/f/SERENE_by_hasansgrafix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 576px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/329/2/f/SERENE_by_hasansgrafix.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a nice picture =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying, everything will turn out right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying, everything will turn out fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying, everything will be as hoped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7028227880579471591?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7028227880579471591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7028227880579471591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7028227880579471591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7028227880579471591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-nice-picture-praying-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2753325880793995753</id><published>2010-12-11T18:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:18:22.346Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg angeline chandraatmadja,&lt;div&gt;what is wrong with you??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriouslyy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANGELINE WHEN DID YOU TURN INTO A CRY BABY?&lt;br /&gt;smack out of it. thats so not you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-2753325880793995753?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2753325880793995753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2753325880793995753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2753325880793995753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2753325880793995753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-angeline-chandraatmadja-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-710112392899500143</id><published>2010-12-11T01:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:35:58.238Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Out of curiosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you close your eyes,&lt;div&gt;and you think of a pretty place, like, somewhere you want to go so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and imagine you're there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people do you picture in that place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-710112392899500143?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/710112392899500143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=710112392899500143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/710112392899500143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/710112392899500143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/out-of-curiosity.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3876852274224224700</id><published>2010-12-10T01:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:10:50.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear blog, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet handsome:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sookyeong.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/20090407092908881.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 501px; height: 334px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, handsome meet blog. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is obviously mine. which means me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yea! you should have seen him in my previous post hopefully you remembered!&lt;br /&gt;he is called TOP and yes he is definitely top he is like *melllllllllllllts* super handsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awwwwwww what handsomeness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T that i shall never see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*heart breaks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3876852274224224700?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3876852274224224700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3876852274224224700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3876852274224224700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3876852274224224700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-blog-meet-handsome-and-so-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7807005412646700130</id><published>2010-12-08T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:16:55.855Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh anyway check out this nice quotes/stories which I remembered from talks I attend and interview I watched!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"American teenagers nowadays says like - for like everything!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One planet says to another planet: Help! I'm ill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The other planet asked: What did you catch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &amp;amp; he replied: I've got Homo Sapiens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The other planet answered: Oh don't worry! They won't last long"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmm anyway I got one more in my head but it slipped off my mind heh~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I passed up my UCAS form. Hope I get university offers =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YORK YORK YORK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7807005412646700130?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7807005412646700130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7807005412646700130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7807005412646700130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7807005412646700130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-anyway-check-out-this-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1735882999447917874</id><published>2010-12-03T22:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:36:02.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do I describe this feeling of emptiness and anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1735882999447917874?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1735882999447917874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1735882999447917874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1735882999447917874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1735882999447917874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-i-describe-this-feeling-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1425067865763562458</id><published>2010-12-01T08:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:05:41.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could life be like before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When everything I do seems to end up right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the pieces all falls perfectly together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all that I had to do was move along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1425067865763562458?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1425067865763562458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1425067865763562458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1425067865763562458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1425067865763562458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/12/could-life-be-like-before-when.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2436340684373735312</id><published>2010-11-30T00:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:44:51.417Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sighhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want the Timberland boots but my friend already has them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;should I buy it. ? she say she doesn't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but =( I feel like a crap and on top of that the price of it is like . =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not my price. GRAAAAAAAAAAH jingle bells...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/40/9/AAAAAl-spvQAAAAAAECdlQ.jpg?v=1176491190000" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timberlandonline.co.uk/on/demandware.store/Sites-TBLGB-Site/default/Link-Product?pid=2052330&amp;amp;showConfigurator=true&amp;amp;recipe=90,6473|20,10466|50,6436|60,6450|30,6425|45,6431|80,6467|70,6453"&gt;http://www.timberlandonline.co.uk/on/demandware.store/Sites-TBLGB-Site/default/Link-Product?pid=2052330&amp;amp;showConfigurator=true&amp;amp;recipe=90,6473|20,10466|50,6436|60,6450|30,6425|45,6431|80,6467|70,6453&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BWAH i cant even put the image in =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart broken&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timberlandonline.co.uk/on/demandware.store/Sites-TBLGB-Site/default/Link-Product?cgid=custom_products_boot&amp;amp;pid=2052330&amp;amp;showConfigurator=true&amp;amp;recipe=90,6477|20,10466|50,6439|60,6438|30,6428|45,6432|80,6461|70,6454|110,6485|900,6494"&gt;http://www.timberlandonline.co.uk/on/demandware.store/Sites-TBLGB-Site/default/Link-Product?cgid=custom_products_boot&amp;amp;pid=2052330&amp;amp;showConfigurator=true&amp;amp;recipe=90,6477|20,10466|50,6439|60,6438|30,6428|45,6432|80,6461|70,6454|110,6485|900,6494&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/6545779539720692148-2436340684373735312?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2436340684373735312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2436340684373735312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2436340684373735312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2436340684373735312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/sighhh_4048.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7456952965612013640</id><published>2010-11-29T21:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:44:01.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When will you stop waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the breaths you take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to fuel thirsts that are never quenched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;amp; alas you sit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;waiting for the time to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;waiting for the last thing that awaits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;~no comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7456952965612013640?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7456952965612013640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7456952965612013640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7456952965612013640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7456952965612013640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-will-you-stop-waiting-all-breaths.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7255585549650526895</id><published>2010-11-28T23:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:07:12.128Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.2.3.11/bmi/fc06.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/099/2/3/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 770px; height: 770px;" src="http://1.2.3.11/bmi/fc06.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/099/2/3/Young_Love_by_exoart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;let the picture tell the story&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;  hehe =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7255585549650526895?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7255585549650526895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7255585549650526895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7255585549650526895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7255585549650526895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-picture-tell-story-hehe-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3380267545994317577</id><published>2010-11-22T22:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:22:10.959Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/9388.Louise_Erdrich" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Louise Erdrich&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1717200" class="bookTitleRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;The Painted Drum&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt;"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/82952.Marilyn_Monroe" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/a&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/6545779539720692148-3380267545994317577?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3380267545994317577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3380267545994317577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3380267545994317577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3380267545994317577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-will-break-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5758985031598911250</id><published>2010-11-19T20:57:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:30:36.072Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;You rarely win, but sometimes you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;是，社会是不公平的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;知道又这么样？ 哭又这么样？ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;一切都突然会变好吗？ 哭了能决绝问题吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;难道你一辈子都要这样的过生活？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/6545779539720692148-5758985031598911250?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5758985031598911250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5758985031598911250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5758985031598911250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5758985031598911250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-when-you-know-youre-licked-before.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6049938186732608728</id><published>2010-11-18T23:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:27:32.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;理想美好但现实残酷&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;当我选择走了这条路， 我一直以为我任何事情都能做得到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;我一直都认为， 我所有想打得到的， 只要我努力， 我一定能办的到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;但，我这一赛跑， 不管跑了怎么快。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;无论这一跑，我跑了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;怎么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;为什么？ 为什么我跑了多远，跑了多快， 我也无法打得到我的梦想？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;嗨。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;亲爱的朋友，为什么别人走的路那么的孙俪， 而我走的路是那么的困难。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;为什么，虽然我是第一， 我还是不是冠军。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;比赛我也一样的输。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;跑了几百里，我终于发现我走的路一直都不存在。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;这只是一个梦， 而&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, 'bitstream vera sans', clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;现实是跟一个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;噩梦没有怎么大的差别。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/6545779539720692148-6049938186732608728?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6049938186732608728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6049938186732608728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6049938186732608728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6049938186732608728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-159139042211820004</id><published>2010-11-17T01:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:41:33.197Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know i'm starting to have this habit of drinking tea at night...&lt;div&gt;people say, specifically my sister, that drinking tea at night make you stay awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously i feel like sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i just told her its all in your brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea. so anything you think would happen, happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway the moooooovie that saved my life is Super Rich: The Greed Game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you two should watch this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you two referring to the only two ppl reading my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you both loads! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i hope the grass and the road won't freeze tmr. its really slippery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to get boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-159139042211820004?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/159139042211820004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=159139042211820004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/159139042211820004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/159139042211820004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-im-starting-to-have-this-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2443917372207416845</id><published>2010-11-13T13:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:24:08.034Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My friend gave me this really pretty note book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;on the cover it wrote, "And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dream as the north wind lays waste the garden"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I thought it was really nice, so I looked it up online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and I found out that it was written by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; "&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4196101.Kahlil_Gibran" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/a&gt; who wrote The Prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I would get that book. it seems really interesting. Though its pretty hard to understand and i must read like twice or thrice.  haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;"Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4196101.Kahlil_Gibran" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2938937" class="bookTitleRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;The Prophet&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;"When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you, so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4196101.Kahlil_Gibran" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2938937" class="bookTitleRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;The Prophet&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/4196101.Kahlil_Gibran" class="authorNameRegular" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6545779539720692148-2443917372207416845?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2443917372207416845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2443917372207416845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2443917372207416845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2443917372207416845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-friend-gave-me-this-really-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4156018377030087049</id><published>2010-11-09T00:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:57:45.301Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the sun isn't rising,&lt;div&gt;When everything seems like its dying,&lt;br /&gt;and all else fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring me with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lift me up to the heavens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4156018377030087049?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4156018377030087049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4156018377030087049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4156018377030087049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4156018377030087049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-sun-isnt-rising-when-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1524879516678130495</id><published>2010-10-25T23:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:32:05.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello bloggaye,&lt;br /&gt;you know what's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week i feel like i want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel that i dont have time to do anything&lt;br /&gt;like homework and stuff, if people keep entering my room!&lt;br /&gt;(the worst thing is I have to keep up with awkward conversations with long pauses)&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SENSE MY DISCOMFORT&lt;br /&gt;or or if i keep getting distracted each time i pass something to my sister's set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think i just experienced my first PMS!&lt;br /&gt;yeaa,, this is the first first ever time i'm getting moody . that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder i find myself getting pretty irritated PRETTY FAST.&lt;br /&gt;its PMS! and i just realised today.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she's just being UBBER lazy.!&lt;br /&gt;i mean if you ask me to do things that you obviously CAN DO by yourself with a damn click.. =.= that's going too far.&lt;br /&gt;I mean i'm a lazy person, and i can tolerate myself. yeaa..&lt;br /&gt;SO, i must have a considerably high tolerance on laziness!&lt;br /&gt;and you've just reached the max! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. foget it . i wrote a damn long post which went POOF because the internet connection just weent fluctuating !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluctuating is an economic word...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS IVENA!&lt;br /&gt;cause she's the only one who is able to make me concentrate studying.&lt;br /&gt;I awe her enthusiasm towards studies!&lt;br /&gt;She can make me become interested in something that i define like SUPER BORING.&lt;br /&gt;cool yea. i have yet to find a friend like that here.&lt;br /&gt;funny. its been 6 months and i never really get to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel like i'm lagging behind so much in class.&lt;br /&gt;I need Ivena. =(&lt;br /&gt;i"m lagging so much its like the distance from UK to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Which is miles... YES I MEAN MILES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miles away from home...&lt;br /&gt;Okay........my eyes are really getting heavier....  &amp;amp; heavieerrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;nights....&lt;br /&gt;let me fall into a deep slumber and wake up to a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Homesick Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1524879516678130495?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1524879516678130495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1524879516678130495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1524879516678130495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1524879516678130495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-bloggaye-you-know-whats-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8738252855387009523</id><published>2010-10-24T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:59:08.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine i'll admit maybe I do need a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was fine,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm suspecting every little thing and i'd get so scared each time i walk home.&lt;br /&gt;and today i ran in the cold chilly dry air.&lt;br /&gt;which is really difficult to breathe in..&lt;br /&gt;Because i panicked and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that man is so mean.&lt;br /&gt;he just made my life miserable now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel as safe as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;and when the sun goes down, i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;and he loves you too. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8738252855387009523?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8738252855387009523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8738252855387009523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8738252855387009523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8738252855387009523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/10/fine-ill-admit-maybe-i-do-need.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-736296784310148966</id><published>2010-10-14T00:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:32:04.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To the only person who reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;WOW YOU READ MY BLOG!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-736296784310148966?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/736296784310148966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=736296784310148966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/736296784310148966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/736296784310148966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-only-person-who-reads-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4456756297851120865</id><published>2010-10-03T22:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:57:46.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you think you’re cool,&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have all the friends in the world,&lt;br /&gt;you think you call the shots.&lt;br /&gt;So you dump any one anytime&lt;br /&gt;and pick up another as and when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously , its like as if they’re disposable panties )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may only have a few,&lt;br /&gt;but I mean the whole world to them.&lt;br /&gt;and they mean the whole world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Seriously, you are wearing cheap panties. you should buy like Calvin Klein. It may not be as good as mine but it’ll do for you )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4456756297851120865?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4456756297851120865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4456756297851120865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4456756297851120865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4456756297851120865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-you-think-youre-cool-think-again.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3093465373144420443</id><published>2010-09-30T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:02:15.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stef's birthhdaayy&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;where ever i go&lt;br /&gt;where ever i was&lt;br /&gt;where ever i'd be&lt;br /&gt;she's someone who will never fail to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;to make time fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day spent together with this beautiful lady&lt;br /&gt;is a joyous day =D&lt;br /&gt;i'd never ever get bored&lt;br /&gt;and i'd never ever feel awkward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though sometimes in my head i'd go " omg i should not tell her this "&lt;br /&gt;i dont know know why i'd just tell her&lt;br /&gt;she forces things out of me without asking.&lt;br /&gt;it makes it 1000x easier to talk to her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its like we're drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;but in my heart you're irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;to make it easier for me to go through this journey.&lt;br /&gt;To have a friend like you accompany me somewhere far away from everyone else would simply be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry , i've not spent as much time as i did with you last time&lt;br /&gt;especially ever since i got together with him&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry though. I feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;because if it weren't for you and your advices and i dont know what you've been saying to Arya before we got together,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think we'd be together now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i'm in the UK&lt;br /&gt;yet to find someone i feel comfortable to spend my time with&lt;br /&gt;its like i feel so awkward with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to settle down when my heart isnt even here.&lt;br /&gt;comparing all the time. what was and what is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy birthday to my dearest friend ,&lt;br /&gt;steffie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year might not be the best birthday days for us&lt;br /&gt;but next year. i hope things will change.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'd be there to spend your birthday with everyone else&lt;br /&gt;and oh, do you realise this is probably the first time that you didn't celebrate your birthday with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3093465373144420443?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3093465373144420443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3093465373144420443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3093465373144420443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3093465373144420443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/10/stefs-birthhdaayy-seriously-where-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8760311051445232199</id><published>2010-09-23T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:44:40.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, you talked about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is where you'd be.&lt;br /&gt;and you've got two choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home- Nature. Culture. Struggle. But family&lt;br /&gt;Away- Buildings. Everchanging. Comfort. But Strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, which of the two. would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Say, you dont have a choice. You have to go away.&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow. tomorrow they thought.&lt;br /&gt;No one. No one at home should struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Today, you've boarded the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting and hoping for a better future.&lt;br /&gt;You've brought with you two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bag, in it: the letter to prove that you've been offered a job in a company.&lt;br /&gt;the suitcase : a letter from a dying loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, unfortunately, you've boarded a faulty plane.&lt;br /&gt;the plane crashes. and each passenger is only allowed to take one bag to board the emergency boat.&lt;br /&gt;So again, which of the two would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;the bag or the suitcase?&lt;br /&gt;and you froze and thought. &lt;em&gt;Where would i be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have you chosen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took the bag.&lt;br /&gt;you can say i have not a single drop of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;to have given up something i love for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you chan choose to believe&lt;br /&gt;that i'm making this decision for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;where my family would live in comfort and away from struggle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8760311051445232199?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8760311051445232199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8760311051445232199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8760311051445232199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8760311051445232199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/09/readers-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2710679355720773096</id><published>2010-08-15T00:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:55:45.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Self-made Cornrows.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqOdAUB7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/zL29pIJBAfA/s1600/DSCF0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505415497276196786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqOdAUB7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/zL29pIJBAfA/s320/DSCF0532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505415492183261074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqOKCD_5I/AAAAAAAAAzw/M142L3Adn_E/s320/DSCF0534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqNxseHrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/da76BxdB0R0/s1600/DSCF0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505415485650247346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqNxseHrI/AAAAAAAAAzo/da76BxdB0R0/s320/DSCF0547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqNXrkX7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/bSeW0tLr4Vk/s1600/DSCF0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505415478667141042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqNXrkX7I/AAAAAAAAAzg/bSeW0tLr4Vk/s320/DSCF0538.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my explanation for the fourth pic: I was trying to give the gangster cool look.&lt;br /&gt;result is : constipated half hearted smile face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my explanation for the thrid pic: I was trying too hard to smile&lt;br /&gt;result is: classic fake smile &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-2710679355720773096?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2710679355720773096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2710679355720773096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2710679355720773096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2710679355720773096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-made-cornrows.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TGcqOdAUB7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/zL29pIJBAfA/s72-c/DSCF0532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7620243667676998102</id><published>2010-08-08T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:31:05.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF8F4flQSGI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Cgvq-_OEQyY/s1600/DSCF0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503123737778604130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF8F4flQSGI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Cgvq-_OEQyY/s320/DSCF0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF8Fw9VW5OI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/t3vLSw9bBc4/s1600/DSCF0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd you like my hair?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7620243667676998102?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7620243667676998102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7620243667676998102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7620243667676998102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7620243667676998102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/08/howd-you-like-my-hair-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF8F4flQSGI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Cgvq-_OEQyY/s72-c/DSCF0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6988554054319027674</id><published>2010-08-08T12:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T12:23:22.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;These are the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about waiting for someone to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It is loving someone as they are,&lt;br /&gt;so they want to be the best that they can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6988554054319027674?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6988554054319027674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6988554054319027674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6988554054319027674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6988554054319027674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-918905432614299690</id><published>2010-08-08T00:39:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:33:57.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a confession.&lt;br /&gt;and I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That half the time I was pretending.&lt;br /&gt;to be someone i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;So i can conform to society.&lt;br /&gt;and be a person I want people to see me as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why i'm confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you can't guess.&lt;br /&gt;What i'm really feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;and neither could I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I can put on a smile and pretend I'm happy to help&lt;br /&gt;but inside of me, there's no space for sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;Is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm patient,&lt;br /&gt;am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a real bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I talk, and I might be sweet in the outside.&lt;br /&gt;but when i turn, the things I say are bitter and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be strong in the outside&lt;br /&gt;I put on a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I walk alone, as if, all I ever need is myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all pretend,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm nothing but a lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come close, because you might hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't, cause i might hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a con artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm trying to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;Without pretending.&lt;br /&gt;But its difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, the past matters&lt;br /&gt;and everything catches up in the end&lt;br /&gt;and when its revealed&lt;br /&gt;the whole world crumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everything you've painted over the plain piece of canvas,&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you start back at square one, start afresh.&lt;br /&gt;with the world, looking down upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be bold,&lt;br /&gt;because it don't matter what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be,&lt;br /&gt;whether they leave or they stay.&lt;br /&gt;whether they believe you or..&lt;br /&gt;whatever they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only matters that you know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;you've left it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk.&lt;br /&gt;(All you have to do is pretend ... that the world still loves you..)&lt;br /&gt;(Pretend that they don't know..)&lt;br /&gt;(Put on a smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the waters running through your toes&lt;br /&gt;and the sand sink for each step you take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind blow,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rocks under your feet. Rough and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump,&lt;br /&gt;spread your arms.&lt;br /&gt;eyes closed..&lt;br /&gt;one breath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters,&lt;br /&gt;because you've got nothing else to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-918905432614299690?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/918905432614299690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=918905432614299690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/918905432614299690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/918905432614299690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-confession.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8968920141380806297</id><published>2010-08-05T22:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:20:34.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kVA0pmtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/jtMa9-APOm4/s1600/DSCF0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502594263133297362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kVA0pmtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/jtMa9-APOm4/s200/DSCF0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kWjFO6sI/AAAAAAAAAzA/5QoC78xFG7I/s1600/DSCF0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502594289509526210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kWjFO6sI/AAAAAAAAAzA/5QoC78xFG7I/s200/DSCF0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kUtnz2vI/AAAAAAAAAyg/zHLdSV4ZXhU/s1600/DSCF0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502594257979169522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kUtnz2vI/AAAAAAAAAyg/zHLdSV4ZXhU/s200/DSCF0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kU4ZLmYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Wg3AfmZtml8/s1600/DSCF0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502594260870601090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kU4ZLmYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/Wg3AfmZtml8/s200/DSCF0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kV4v4nwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/VSFYKgOxLmc/s1600/DSCF0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502594278145695490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kV4v4nwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/VSFYKgOxLmc/s200/DSCF0436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0k2NKsifI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tSDZg5TcK18/s1600/DSCF0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502594833382672882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0k2NKsifI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tSDZg5TcK18/s200/DSCF0458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;My dear,&lt;br /&gt;there are things that are better left unsaid .&lt;br /&gt;and things that are better left that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not expect too much and make the most out of the things we have.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, why you look so sad?&lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;come on and come to me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be ashamed to cry&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i've seen the dark side too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing you confess&lt;br /&gt;Could make me love you less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you're mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;Hey, &lt;u&gt;what you got to hide?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get angry too&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm alot like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;and don't know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;Let me come alone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even if you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;and i'll never desert you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8968920141380806297?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8968920141380806297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8968920141380806297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8968920141380806297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8968920141380806297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-dear-there-are-things-that-are.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TF0kVA0pmtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/jtMa9-APOm4/s72-c/DSCF0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3064820937651995465</id><published>2010-08-02T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T01:20:41.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sp.sony-europe.com/da/174/86570.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 840px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sp.sony-europe.com/da/174/86570.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/185/92532"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/185/92532" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/185/92488"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/185/92488" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/185/92460"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sp.sony-europe.com/media/185/92460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp.sony-europe.com/da/181/90082.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 840px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 420px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sp.sony-europe.com/da/181/90082.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need a vaio =( vaio vaio i need a pink vaio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3064820937651995465?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3064820937651995465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3064820937651995465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3064820937651995465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3064820937651995465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-vaio-vaio-vaio-i-need-pink-vaio.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5621860994390911544</id><published>2010-07-31T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:36:38.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs24/PRE/f/2008/023/9/8/They_in_quarrel_II_by_zlosvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 487px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs24/PRE/f/2008/023/9/8/They_in_quarrel_II_by_zlosvet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs24/PRE/f/2008/023/9/8/They_in_quarrel_II_by_zlosvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love watching dramas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but please and not thanks&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being involved in one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5621860994390911544?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5621860994390911544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5621860994390911544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5621860994390911544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5621860994390911544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-watching-dramas-but-dont-get-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5762016077779701681</id><published>2010-07-29T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:42:27.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i can be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not trying to boast about myself saying that i am.&lt;br /&gt;But if you do need help i'd help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if i find out that you're taking advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;Then forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm willing to help, but i''m not willing to be taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know your limits friend.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can only take that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5762016077779701681?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5762016077779701681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5762016077779701681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5762016077779701681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5762016077779701681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-guys-seriously-i-can-be-helpful.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8009967119446670507</id><published>2010-07-28T02:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:27:37.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La Di Da&lt;br /&gt;La Ba Di Doo&lt;br /&gt;La Di Da&lt;br /&gt;La Ba Di Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priviet ty friends around the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby announce that i am able to speak some Russian =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty Lybly Tebya - I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Ty Maya Malyshka/Moy pypsik - My Baby (girl/boy)&lt;br /&gt;Kakte - How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Ya Otlichno - Everything is good&lt;br /&gt;Kruto - Cool&lt;br /&gt;Iya Tebya - Me Too&lt;br /&gt;Ty Krasivaya - You are Pretty&lt;br /&gt;Ty Krasivy - You are Handsome&lt;br /&gt;Ty Mne Nravishsya - I like you&lt;br /&gt;Blya - Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall leave the most exciting parts to you to find out. ! Yi Batch&lt;br /&gt;nono it doesnt mean you are a bitch. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8009967119446670507?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8009967119446670507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8009967119446670507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8009967119446670507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8009967119446670507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-di-da-la-ba-di-doo-la-di-da-la-ba-di.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5514596140176602751</id><published>2010-07-25T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:32:28.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs12/i/2006/288/4/1/It__s_a_long_road____by_pyromaniac.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 650px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs12/i/2006/288/4/1/It__s_a_long_road____by_pyromaniac.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you see where the end of the road is?&lt;br /&gt;even when you stand up and you tip toe and you stretch you head up high&lt;br /&gt;still, could you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5514596140176602751?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5514596140176602751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5514596140176602751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5514596140176602751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5514596140176602751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-friend-can-you-see-where-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-425624942402455019</id><published>2010-07-25T01:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:45:39.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TEuD7CfcACI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cj-YCIW-pWQ/s1600/DSCF0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497632820440072226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TEuD7CfcACI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cj-YCIW-pWQ/s320/DSCF0389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Loved &amp;amp; Blessed&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-425624942402455019?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/425624942402455019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=425624942402455019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/425624942402455019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/425624942402455019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/loved-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TEuD7CfcACI/AAAAAAAAAxw/cj-YCIW-pWQ/s72-c/DSCF0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8105296161272471539</id><published>2010-07-11T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:29:44.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know reality&lt;br /&gt;so dont tell me whats happening&lt;br /&gt;and tell me things i already know&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me words that give no answers.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me facts, that gives no comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me lies, that gives me comfort.&lt;br /&gt;tell me words, that gives me hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8105296161272471539?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8105296161272471539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8105296161272471539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8105296161272471539'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;=D filled with fluffy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;and one day its going to explode POOF&lt;br /&gt;and and all the happiness poof up to the ceiling and all the confetti flutters to the ground and pink cotton floats around.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;theres a sweet smell on vanilla AMT like the one we drank in the train, on the way to london.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd spread my arms and fall on my back on the cotton filled caerpeted floor.&lt;br /&gt;with my eyes closed, dreaming of the days to come..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6183042783326689547?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6183042783326689547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6183042783326689547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6183042783326689547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6183042783326689547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-fat-plump-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6172153800386344320</id><published>2010-07-07T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:05:19.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TDg3Je0fn-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/pwVqSDh5DzU/s1600/IMG000127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492200381609910242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TDg3Je0fn-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/pwVqSDh5DzU/s200/IMG000127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey arya,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish you could have stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;so we could celebrate your birthday together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6172153800386344320?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6172153800386344320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6172153800386344320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6172153800386344320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6172153800386344320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-arya-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/TDg3Je0fn-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/pwVqSDh5DzU/s72-c/IMG000127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6208058769176037324</id><published>2010-07-05T21:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:55:25.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Built on dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a small cosy house beside the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 407px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs40/i/2009/054/0/b/B_r_e_a_t_h_e_by_heart_princess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning and in the day,&lt;br /&gt;the wispy white clouds compliments the azure sky.&lt;br /&gt;And you could feel the gentle sea breeze blowing, softly. .&lt;br /&gt;the water of the ocean is clear and blue whilst the sand of the beach is white and smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 407px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2010/015/1/9/Midnight_Moonlight_by_oggie85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night,&lt;br /&gt;the stars and the moon decorated the night sky and bring light upon the surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of the waves gently breaking upon the shore calms your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 530px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/132/c/c/As_the_Ocean____by_tragicmouse.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm fuzzy yellow light. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6208058769176037324?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6208058769176037324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6208058769176037324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6208058769176037324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6208058769176037324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/07/built-on-dreams.html' title='Built on dreams.'/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6891344395178850230</id><published>2010-06-20T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:24:40.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/206/c/7/l_o_v_e_w_a_l_k_by_sigpras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 825px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/206/c/7/l_o_v_e_w_a_l_k_by_sigpras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face the world together,&lt;br /&gt;with you, i know everything is gonna be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6891344395178850230?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6891344395178850230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6891344395178850230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6891344395178850230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6891344395178850230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-face-world-together-with-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4387389029526391517</id><published>2010-06-20T00:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:34:07.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SHORT TRIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Birmingham on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; came back on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the outlines for the 3 days that passseeedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge to Birmingham by &lt;a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/157/5/c/The_Mighty__B12_by_mikkatrain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 80px; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/157/5/c/The_Mighty__B12_by_mikkatrain.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train ride was pretty long, but it was worth it because the view outside was realllly beautiful. ! I actually wished I was outside walking on the wide open spaces. Its all green, and there's alot of flowers. (since its summer)&lt;br /&gt;well, spring was really beautiful too with large yellow fields. So I kind of miss it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's cows and horses grazing. its super cute.&lt;br /&gt;BTW! i really love horses. i want one. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birmingham.&lt;br /&gt;how do i put it? lets start of with the landscape?&lt;br /&gt;Birmingham is a really modern city and frankly, I don't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;It has a really huge shopping mall , Bullring Centre. But hey? Isn't shopping malls everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;I kind of get it, that its probably different because the experience is different but mmm I prefer going on sight seeing trips. So So , ppppuhhhlleeeaaase read on Stratford - Upon - Avon.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh don't get me wrong i like shopping =D , to a certain extent. anyway if it was like shopping in bali, i wouldn't mind because you can't get the stuff everywhere in the world =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Birmingham&lt;br /&gt;Really. What is up with them? Are they desperate people or what?&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just the location of the hotel The Paragon @ alcester street but seriouly the hotel is not that bad. Just the location maybe?&lt;br /&gt;They'll go like "Hello sexxxaaayyyee" "Wanna join me?" "Do you want to get in my car?" " can i have your number"&lt;br /&gt;But maybe because we're chinese or foreigners or sth. and they just want to like tease us or sth but still, i didn't like the way they acted. About 4-5 times a day you'd come across to this kinda thing in Birmingham City Centre Outskirts (15min walk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i saw a car crash into a railing. i was onlt 5m away. So lucky i wasn't there. Or me and my friend would get hit by that car. poor man though, he was really stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stratford-Upon-Avon. Yet again, by train.&lt;br /&gt;One word, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Its the birthplace of shakespeare and its really beautiful. I'd like to come by there again.&lt;br /&gt;I only went to shakespear house, but there's anne hathaway house too and theres the garden thing and theres the fountain beside the river. HAVE TO HAVE TO GO THERE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;the whole place is like a movie setting. Super pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, the ticket entitles you to a year access to all shakespeare houses and gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoke-On-Trent, Alton Towers. (train&amp;amp;bus)&lt;br /&gt;Alton towers is the largest theme park in the UK. &amp;amp; its the most beautiful theme park i've ever ever ever been to in my whole entire 17years of breathing oxygen into my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER BEAUTIFUL theres like this castle. =D and this lake =) and like trees =D and like greens =) and like floooowerssss =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;i really want to go there again on september, i think my ticket would allow me to enter on sept cause theres like a promo that says if you buy a ticket on june you can come back on anytime in sept for FREE! hehe and I can go on EVERY SINGLE RIDE THERE!&lt;br /&gt;oh they have like this thing called air, (its really really cool) because you really feel like you're flying. Oh and theres this rooler coaster which is like 90degrees down WHOA the coolness you experience ZERO GRAVITY..? thats what they say but seriously it isnt as scary as it sounds. hahaha. so cool. and theres this thing like *i forgot the name* your leg dangles like that but its moving really fast and it goes through like in between the "lava cliff" whoa whoa whoa so cool. just the surrounding is cool. like a very quick jet ride at beautiful places? i dunno but fun fun fun fun. oh and most of the time you're travelling sideways. like yout body like stick on the wall ( not ceiling) WALL! and like you dont touch the ground and like you're horizontal. superrr cool. mmm i really wanted to go on thirteen it seems really cool because its like speciall effeccttsss mixed with roller coaster ride. AARGGGHH!!! i want. =( Oh btw theres this thing called " The Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Elevator ride" ARGGGHHH i also want to go. HAVE TO HAVE TO GO NEXT TIME. Lets go together? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was just shopping at Birmingham. really just normal.&lt;br /&gt;there's a really beautiful church at the Bullring centre but couldn;t get a picture of it =( so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Which emphasizes the fact that i have to go there agaaaaiiin.! heheheheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4387389029526391517?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4387389029526391517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4387389029526391517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4387389029526391517'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't mind me being rude ----- just out of mere curiosity;&lt;br /&gt;what souvenier did you bring back home this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People,&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a ride,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy as you drift the tide,&lt;br /&gt;but be sure to keep your dignity and your pride.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ask for you to do&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;treasure yourselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5321390264850235558?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5321390264850235558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5321390264850235558' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;what you're getting into.&lt;br /&gt;because the next time you step into another puddle.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be there. and neither will most of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;to pick you up when you stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its up to you to judge,&lt;br /&gt;whether I'm a nuisance , trying to stop you from having fun&lt;br /&gt;thinking I'm only here because I want to have the fun you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm there, to watch out for you.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be strong enough to pull you away&lt;br /&gt;not even persistent enough to force you to come to me when you insists on being taken away.&lt;br /&gt;but I was there to seek for help when I see you in danger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;I can't guess whatever you're thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;but do know, my heart aches to see you this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The next time you plan step into another night of weekend foolery,&lt;br /&gt;do take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I plead for your understanding, on the way I'm reacting.&lt;br /&gt;I realize its pointless trying to stop you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're so reluctant yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3052687622599209391?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3052687622599209391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6109510769828107757</id><published>2010-05-30T20:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:41:25.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you started out from nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but made it through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;got everything sorted out and everything seems perfect.&lt;br /&gt;you feel your life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies,&lt;br /&gt;you became ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;thinking that its going to be a perfect road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;that nothing can get you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until you made the wrong move,&lt;br /&gt;and everything starts to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;that when you turn,&lt;br /&gt;you got no one to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you realize,&lt;br /&gt;you're back at nothing.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7235695737177517583</id><published>2010-05-29T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:24:20.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if staying means i'd have to watch you harm yourself,&lt;br /&gt;then i'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you?&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly recognize you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh,” said the mother, “that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack, quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two families were fighting for an eel’s head, which, after all, was carried off by the cat. “See, children, that is the way of the world,” said the mother duck, whetting her beak, for she would have liked the eel’s head herself. “Come, now, use your legs, and let me see how well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to that old duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and has Spanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don’t you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honor for a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as she can be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don’t turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just like his father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say ‘quack.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, “Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enough of us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; we don’t want him here,” and then one flew out and bit him in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Let him alone,” said the mother; “he is not doing any harm.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yes, but he is so big and ugly,” said the spiteful duck “and therefore he must be turned out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The others are very pretty children,” said the old duck, with the rag on her leg, “all but that one; I wish his mother could improve him a little.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“That is impossible, your grace,” replied the mother; “he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well or even better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, and perhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed;” and then she stroked his neck and smoothed the feathers, saying, “It is a drake, and therefore not of so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old duck. “Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel’s head, you can bring it to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by all the poultry. “He is too big,” they all said, and the turkey cock,who had been born into the world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in full sail, and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to go, and was quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the whole farmyard. So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse. The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and sisters were unkind to him, and would say, “Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you,” and his mother said she wished he had never been born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, and the girl who fed the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last he ran away, frightening the little birds in the hedge as he flew over the palings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“They are afraid of me because I am ugly,” he said. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and sorrowful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they stared at their new comrade. “What sort of a duck are you?” they all said, coming round him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not reply to their question. “You are exceedingly ugly,” said the wild ducks, “but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one of our family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese, or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egg long, and were very saucy. “Listen, friend,” said one of them to the duckling, “you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. It is a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. “Pop, pop,” echoed far and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees, overlooking the rushes. The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it floated away across the water, a number of sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away his head to hide it under his wing, and at the same moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully. He thrust his nose close to the duckling, showing his sharp teeth, and then, “splash, splash,” he went into the water without touching him, “Oh,” sighed the duckling, “how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me.” And so he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes, and gun after gun was fired over him. It was late in the day before all became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he could hardly struggle against it. Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued so violent, that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and got a shelter for the night. A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, “My little son,” was a great favorite; he could raise his back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks from his fur if it were stroked the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so she was called “Chickie short legs.” She laid good eggs, and her mistress loved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is that noise about?” said the old woman, looking round the room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home. “Oh what a prize!” she exclaimed, “I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck’s eggs. I must wait and see.” So the duckling was allowed to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always said, “We and the world,” for they believed themselves to be half the world, and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such doubts. “Can you lay eggs?” she asked. “No.” “Then have the goodness to hold your tongue.” “Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?” said the tom cat. “No.” “Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking.” So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air came into the room through the open door, and then he began to feel such a great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not help telling the hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What an absurd idea,” said the hen. “You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they would pass away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“But it is so delightful to swim about on the water,” said the duckling, “and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you dive down to the bottom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Delightful, indeed!” said the hen, “why you must be crazy! Ask the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman—there is no one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her head?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You don’t understand me,” said the duckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“We don’t understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say nothing of myself. Don’t imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I believe I must go out into the world again,” said the duckling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Yes, do,” said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other animals, because of its ugly appearance. Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them in the cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, “Croak, croak.” It made one shiver with cold to look at him. All this was very sad for the poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amid radiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness. They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight, he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself with excitement. He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladly he would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement. The winter grew colder and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from freezing, but every night the space on which he swam became smaller and smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he moved, and the duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, to keep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk about the room. Then the woman clapped her hands, which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub, and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and screamed, and tumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newly fallen snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had passed, he found himself lying one morning in a moor, amongst the rushes. He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all around was beautiful spring. Then the young bird felt that his wings were strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air. They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water. The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I will fly to those royal birds,” he exclaimed, “and they will kill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but it does not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks, beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Kill me,” said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck’s nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan’s egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;An extract from "The Ugly Duckling" By Hans Christian Andersen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7235695737177517583?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7235695737177517583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7235695737177517583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6593305156926621270?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6593305156926621270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6593305156926621270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6593305156926621270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6593305156926621270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-do-when-you-have-no-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-735396027310587636</id><published>2010-02-19T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:04:50.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dudes. i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaarrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;and i went to school today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my brain was defunctioning. its runnning slow.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand what the teachers are saying (i'm suspecting is the drowsy flu medicine)&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking like a fool =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5308487661713624618</id><published>2010-02-10T13:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:19:01.882Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY SUPPPPS?&lt;br /&gt;i'm in JJC btw.,&lt;br /&gt;and my L1R5 result is wonderfully welll.&lt;br /&gt;i guess? its like 15 pts.&lt;br /&gt;amazingly i got A2 for Geography. i really want to telll Ms Chua that cause she told me that i would get at most C5 or sth.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;and HA! i got A2 for science. in your face! Mr Chia say i will at most get a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJC, has been really fun!&lt;br /&gt;especially JJ night i guess? haha&lt;br /&gt;Aefy is like some talented ballroom dancer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in 10S16, and uhhh.,. like almost everyone is like originally not singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Koreans, Vietnamese,Myanmars, China, Malaysians bla bla&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only Indonesian. DO YOU KNOW HOW DISSAPOINTED I WAS WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT I'M THE ONLY INDONESIAN!&lt;br /&gt;but its fun =D&lt;br /&gt;Agnes is also in JJ. its been 4 years since we've met. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i want the class to sit together for recess!&lt;br /&gt;2) i want 5 class photo&lt;br /&gt;3) i want a class outing&lt;br /&gt;4) i want another class outing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5308487661713624618?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5308487661713624618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5308487661713624618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5308487661713624618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5308487661713624618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-supppps-im-in-jjc-btw.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1253098617843426018</id><published>2009-11-07T15:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:20:39.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401381343184970706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SvWPtsD2Y9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/MSw2CwsQ9jg/s320/DSCF0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SvWPt2uu7MI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/C7FyeuD-zfs/s1600-h/DSCF0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401381346049191106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SvWPt2uu7MI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/C7FyeuD-zfs/s320/DSCF0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My refriegerator is making snow. hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;cool right! =D&lt;br /&gt;apparently its spoilt. NOT THAT ITS DAMN GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;its like making snow but its like not cold. and the ice cream was melted. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1253098617843426018?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1253098617843426018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1253098617843426018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1253098617843426018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1253098617843426018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-refriegerator-is-making-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SvWPtsD2Y9I/AAAAAAAAAxI/MSw2CwsQ9jg/s72-c/DSCF0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-312634369770837350</id><published>2009-11-04T09:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:39:57.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waaaaaaa Olevels is going to finish.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait =)&lt;br /&gt;Geog paper was today. it was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;KILLER I TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;so horrribleeeeaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did all of it. =D&lt;br /&gt;and i put my best effort into it! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think i can do quite well and theres that sliiiiiiiight chance that i might get an A.&lt;br /&gt;so i just have to pull of human geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My science i'm aiming for an A&lt;br /&gt;A math im going to get an A1 =P (i dont care i have to get an A1)&lt;br /&gt;E math i'm going to get an A ( i hope its A1)&lt;br /&gt;English i want an A but i think i'm going to get a B ( please let it be at least at least a B3&lt;br /&gt;my Chinese i got a B4 but i hope i can get a B3 or an A2 ( wow ! hahaha its possible okay)&lt;br /&gt;My most dreaded combined humans a B4? hahaa&lt;br /&gt;and what eeelllseee i think thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-312634369770837350?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/312634369770837350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=312634369770837350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/312634369770837350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/312634369770837350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/11/waaaaaaa-olevels-is-going-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-449121410781473208</id><published>2009-10-18T06:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T06:53:35.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm posting because i'm unbelievably irritated by all the phonecalls at home&lt;br /&gt;its the 12th phonecall since this morning today and i bet you its really not very fun to pick up calls of like fjkldsa;fdsklaj;fjklds i dont know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;CAN I HAVE SOME PEACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is unfair man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS ,&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHY STUDYING AT HOME IS NOT PRODUCTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have to call my mom or whoever they are looking for&lt;br /&gt;then call them again&lt;br /&gt;then call whoever they are looking for again&lt;br /&gt;then call them again.&lt;br /&gt;ITS DAMN BUMB, and hey CANT YOU JUST DIAL THE NUMBER YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right =.=&lt;br /&gt;THEY CANT EVEN DIAL THE NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;4 times i picked up the call, 4 times i was explaining WTH IS IDD and WTH IS A COUNTRY CODE. and f.y.i. i was explaining i chinese.&lt;br /&gt;wth? which century are these people living in.?&lt;br /&gt;and WHO ARE YOU T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!&lt;br /&gt;I need a life!&lt;br /&gt;There's no justice in this world.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-449121410781473208?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/449121410781473208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=449121410781473208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/449121410781473208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/449121410781473208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-posting-because-im-unbelievably.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8260943486960833639</id><published>2009-09-30T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:51:29.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey steffff!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its your birthday again!&lt;br /&gt;aww too bad its near Olevels right?&lt;br /&gt;or i wont be at home now. hahaha i'll be somewhere going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. since this years one is delayed then the belated birhtday party must be a big big hit!&lt;br /&gt;oh and we're going on a trip to overseaaaaaa anywaaaayy&lt;br /&gt;hahha then thats when we'll get reaaaaaalll fun!&lt;br /&gt;okay you have got to stop me.&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about this since like a gazillion months ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i;ve been thinking it while i'm doing maths while i'm doing science while i'm doing chinese while i'm doing geog while i'm playing piano bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;its like stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for Os to be over&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for UNI to be over&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go back indo =)&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to be your neighbour lol&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR MY FIRST EVER CAR ( i dont mind the license JUST GIMME THE CAR)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8260943486960833639?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8260943486960833639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8260943486960833639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8260943486960833639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8260943486960833639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-steffff-hahahaa-its-your-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5927203564112936362</id><published>2009-09-26T04:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:06:02.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got my prelims results back and its not very fantastic because its the very first time in my whole entire life that i failed english...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really have a problem with failing it just means that i'll have to dedicate more time for english . Anyway, its not that my english is sooooo bad that i can't construct complete sentences. Its just a certificate that i'm getting and i'm pretty sure that i can pass in Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if some people are just so happy that i fail english in prelims,&lt;br /&gt;( and they're making it such a big deal when i'm not) then i would have a problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to spread to the whole world that your friend just failed english,&lt;br /&gt;and you're happy about that. and you think you're oh so high and mighty that you passed.&lt;br /&gt;Then i can't stop you. and&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why dont you start talking about your failures instead of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not seem like i'm studying very hard now,&lt;br /&gt;well i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just not like you.&lt;br /&gt;You have the stamina to study the whole day, while i cant.&lt;br /&gt;if i study for 2 hours i'll play for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;i like to relax and take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be too competitive.&lt;br /&gt;Putting others in a bad light just so that you'll look good.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you passed everthing yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5927203564112936362?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5927203564112936362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5927203564112936362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5927203564112936362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5927203564112936362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-my-prelims-results-back-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-574500728092616789</id><published>2009-08-16T07:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:06:54.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay my blog seems really dead.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall start updating again when Olvl is finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for prom!!&lt;br /&gt;PROM PROM PROM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for bali!&lt;br /&gt;BALI BALI BALI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant wait for china!&lt;br /&gt;CHINA CHINA CHINA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims is coming. wew&lt;br /&gt;i have to start on intensive revision.!&lt;br /&gt;i must be top 40 for prelim. ! MUST MUST MUST.&lt;br /&gt;as in , in the whole level. not in class.&lt;br /&gt;if it were, that'll be just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life = great = yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-574500728092616789?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/574500728092616789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=574500728092616789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/574500728092616789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/574500728092616789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-my-blog-seems-really-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4219681388544110691</id><published>2009-05-18T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:49:34.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG MY EYE IS BLOODY SCREAMING AT ME FOR ACCIDENTALLY LETTING MENTHOL SOAP AND BODY SOAP MIX MIX MIX INTO MY EYEBALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back results and . surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;i did fantastically well&lt;br /&gt;( with much sarcasm )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. laugh all you want, you mean people . T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made history by getting the most amazing marks for chinese&lt;br /&gt;i bet its because i'm eating eggs every morning.&lt;br /&gt;now i got a 0 for listening for listening compre.&lt;br /&gt;in case you think its the letter 'o', its actually Z E R O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by trying to get everything right&lt;br /&gt;ironically.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually increasing my chances of getting all of them wrong. =.=&lt;br /&gt;which unfortunately,  happens to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i actually calculated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i answered all As,&lt;br /&gt;i would get 2/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i answered all Bs,&lt;br /&gt;i would get 4/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i answered all Cs,&lt;br /&gt;i would get 4/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i i answered all Ds,&lt;br /&gt;i would get 0/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't even answer all D okay. and i manage to get 0.&lt;br /&gt;what an unlucky shit.&lt;br /&gt;i bet some idiot person could have slept through the whole entire listening and insert some random numbers but still at least get 1 mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an effort in trying to understand what the lady was jabbering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i got 35 for 报章报道.&lt;br /&gt;whoah its like ~~~~&lt;br /&gt;the most amazing paper that I've ever gotten in 4 years of secondary life. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4219681388544110691?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4219681388544110691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4219681388544110691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4219681388544110691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4219681388544110691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-my-eye-is-bloody-screaming-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6386674169978181935</id><published>2009-04-30T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:56:43.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i wasn't out of point for the english compo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 April.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway. thanks stef.&lt;br /&gt;For planning the surprise party =)&lt;br /&gt;and Arya and Ray and Reg and my Sis&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Ivena, Clara, Vernice, Evelyn, Melvin, Geraldine, Andy, Boon Cong, Zhao Zhi, Winsent, Shawn, Michael, and ... some more.&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to&lt;br /&gt;juetao and yunling and nelson !! =D for the book&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the beautiful board =) and the yellow book thing&lt;br /&gt; =)  OH and the drawer thingy and the miniature wedding dress shop (GWAAAAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its super sweeeet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and anyway sorry stef. i've been late. HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6386674169978181935?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6386674169978181935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6386674169978181935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6386674169978181935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6386674169978181935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-i-wasnt-out-of-point-for-english.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2708460291130006678</id><published>2009-04-16T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:02:15.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;its feels like you started off at the top&lt;br /&gt;and fell down in the end&lt;br /&gt;and you have no one else to fault&lt;br /&gt;except yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-2708460291130006678?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8257437127586740126</id><published>2009-04-16T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:00:02.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never thought parting choir was as hard as this.&lt;br /&gt;The first few weeks of choir in secondarly life was torture&lt;br /&gt;i have never liked it. &lt;br /&gt;I just attended practices becuase i had to.&lt;br /&gt;they were meaningless, boring and a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was on stage.&lt;br /&gt;i told myself to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;and i prayed so hard that everyone will do well .&lt;br /&gt;we only had one shot and i wanted it to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood straight,&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing going through my mind as i got up on stage was "confidence"&lt;br /&gt;and nothing more. first impression counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing the first piece,&lt;br /&gt;I lost hope&lt;br /&gt;i knew that we could only get a silver.&lt;br /&gt;our rhythm was a little off through the end.&lt;br /&gt;and it really got me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second piece was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;i know they said that we didn't go out of tune&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of them saying that just to actually console themselves never leave my mind.&lt;br /&gt;you know when you listen to a song and keep it on replay everyday.&lt;br /&gt;you know something is wrong when its wrong where its wrong.&lt;br /&gt;whether it was too sharp or too flat.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part and the saddest part was that we sang an awful last note.&lt;br /&gt;and it was particularly altos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at that moment i felt like a failed.&lt;br /&gt;i failed as a leader to train my own section.&lt;br /&gt;its like i failed the whole choir. &lt;br /&gt;because it was because of me that alto was out of tune and that it was because of alto that choir did not get what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my fault that i was begging to get a few irregular attender to try to sing for SYF. That i didn't try to kick them out. The fact that i didn't force them to come made me feel ashamed. I'd usually ask "hey going for choir?" , but hey, like that would even make them go. I was too scared to be judged by them. So i tried to be as nice as possible. but look where it had gotten me?&lt;br /&gt;It was my fault that i had not been able to let the tune sink into their heads. That they sang out of tune at the same part every time. That i had allowed them to have the habit to.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not telling those people who were not ready to enter the stage, that we always have to look confident even if there was a flaw. but i failed to tell them what is stage etiquette, and rules and everything. That we cannot go up on stage being shy, covering our faces, slouching. That we cannot go up on stage being too conscious, and seem half ready by trying to correct your hair or your make up. That we cannot start to scratch just because we itch. That at that moment you are the star, and all eyes are on you. and that there is hardly any room for mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I regret not being able to gather up the courage to tell those who were being too confident yet singing in the wrong way. Despite being told to do so. I didn't have the courage to tell someone who is so confident to correct themselves. &lt;br /&gt;I regret not being too strict. not being able to push them through. i was afraid to be judged. i was afraid if i was being too strict that they'd say unpleasant things about me. i was afraid. But now, i feel ashamed. Ashamed of having let down choir for being to selfish. Of being too consumed in my own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third song was flawless. and for that i want to thank everyone. &lt;br /&gt;that you have all worked so hard.&lt;br /&gt;That you put your heart and soul into singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;that you all have sung so well and beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;for at least the last song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we all ended with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a bronze.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected anything more.&lt;br /&gt;because i knew right then as i walked down the stage.&lt;br /&gt;it was all we could have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm grateful that everyone have done their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my last attendance yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;my last time together with choir.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last performance.&lt;br /&gt;and although it was a painful experience,&lt;br /&gt;at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most memorable time with choir&lt;br /&gt;it was...sweet and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for having been such great people.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to see the sec 1s sing in 2011 SYF &lt;br /&gt;I picture them as the best batch I'd ever see.&lt;br /&gt;The most dedicated, the most bonded, the one who'd achieve the first Gold award for Queenstown.&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to think that the next batch of choir members would be one that is experienced and bonded together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck. &lt;br /&gt;Make your time in choir more worthwhile and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Like how i wished it would have for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i looked back,&lt;br /&gt;I realized hat i have never ever regretted to have had joined choir&lt;br /&gt;Choir had taught me so much.&lt;br /&gt;Of how to be a better leader&lt;br /&gt;of how to be a better learner,&lt;br /&gt;a better person as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;and those who ever EVER thought that choir is boring and indolent.&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong. because choir is something that needs a lot of discipline and patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8257437127586740126?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8257437127586740126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8257437127586740126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8257437127586740126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8257437127586740126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-never-thought-parting-choir-was-as.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3594426857365125261</id><published>2009-04-14T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:04:40.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey beautiful people!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is SYF.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm reaaaaaally hoping that we'll clinch a silver.&lt;br /&gt;at least.&lt;br /&gt;or like my sacrifices for choir goes down the ddrainnnn seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooooooo so........... sooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo.......soooooooooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;AIYAH!! 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O.o&lt;br /&gt;HEH!.&lt;br /&gt;i havent done my homework. but=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i improved my maths and amaths [=&lt;br /&gt;hoho. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go study tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8429644914200530316?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8429644914200530316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8429644914200530316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8429644914200530316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8429644914200530316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-never-thought-i-was-able-to-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4051798513040190447</id><published>2009-03-23T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:43:24.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today made me realize that i havent been setting my priorities right&lt;br /&gt;so after thinking for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;i decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- which simply means that i'm gonna put most of my time to education.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be in SMU. (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Violin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- violin exam is coming up. and its not just something extra for me&lt;br /&gt;i decided to play the violin when i was small. and after all my tuition if i'm not able to achieve&lt;br /&gt;at least Grade 5. Every effort i have put in into this instrument goes down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning to stop at Grade 5 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Choir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is the last thing i'd ever dedicate my time to.&lt;br /&gt;I have been attending almost all the choir practices. and they are planning to increase&lt;br /&gt;practices to 3-4 times a week. and someone even suggested it should be 1pm-6pm. but i'm damn&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i'm having O'lvls this year. and choir is not going to gurantee me a place in JC. and my&lt;br /&gt;ambition is not even near of being a vocalist or even near to a chorister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just want to say that. If you say that "studying now doesnt mean that you'll get good marks for O's" and that " the most crucial time is June Holidays" and whoever had agreed and say " YES!" just now.&lt;br /&gt;I just freaking want to say that. Well if you can cramp 2 years of stuff in 4 months of work, go ahead. But you must have a brain as big as an ape man to do that. especially if you're taking Pure Geog or Pure Bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to give up choir if i have to&lt;br /&gt;because i have set my mind on this decision&lt;br /&gt;and i've set my mine that O levels is the one that's going to determine my future.&lt;br /&gt;and not any other thing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4051798513040190447?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4051798513040190447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4051798513040190447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4051798513040190447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4051798513040190447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-made-me-realize-that-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5987326512048865665</id><published>2009-03-19T06:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:59:31.255Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and i watched August Rush with my mom&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago. and it was the ULTIMATE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS SHOULD ALL WATCH IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Freddie Highmore was the most ultimate charming boy i have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part of the whole movie was Jonathan Rhys Meyers. He comes from ireland.&lt;br /&gt;IRELAND. HELLO!? &lt;strong&gt;IRELAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you know whats so beautiful about ireland?&lt;strong&gt; EVERYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if theres one place i'd have to go.&lt;br /&gt;its ireland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG-G-G-G-G-GGGGGGG-AA-AH O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5987326512048865665?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5987326512048865665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5987326512048865665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5987326512048865665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5987326512048865665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and-i-watched-august-rush-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3107648897535957541</id><published>2009-03-14T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:09:26.969Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ETWAS LEBHAFT&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally rocked Grade 5 Theory exam&lt;br /&gt;i hope i did well&lt;br /&gt;i met chris's sis. AND SHE WAS SITTING NEXT TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;buuuttt i dont think she recognize me. hhaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get distinction. but composing melody is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;dfjadsfjsa GAH anyway i just hope i get distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I THINK I SAW JUSTINE IN TAKA JUST NOW.&lt;br /&gt;nugget. i was like EH JUSTINE! lol&lt;br /&gt;but she was 20 m away and i'm on the second floor LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i freaking miss her =(&lt;br /&gt;lol i used to sing "american idiot" by green day parrot-style everyday to her.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm prrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeetttty sure it was TOTALLY out of tune&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3107648897535957541?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3107648897535957541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3107648897535957541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3107648897535957541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3107648897535957541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/03/etwas-lebhaft-hhhhhaaa-i-totally-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6434924432471456828</id><published>2009-03-10T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:32:21.970Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman called 911 THREE times to report that MacDonalds had run out of chicken nuggets&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March holidays is gonna be like crap.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i'm spending most of my time on choir.&lt;br /&gt;and its not gonna even gurantee me a place in JC&lt;br /&gt;i regretted not quitting earlier. but i'll just have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where i want to go&lt;br /&gt;CJC or SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;just those two. i DONT WANT ANY OTHER JC.&lt;br /&gt;maybe ACJC =) but not any other&lt;br /&gt;because the rest are freaking far. and i have to wake up freaking early.&lt;br /&gt;and if i cant get to any one of those. i'm gonna go to overseas. hhhheeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep my hair long.&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME STEF, this time is for reals =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;strong&gt;poor&lt;/strong&gt; man &lt;strong&gt;pour&lt;/strong&gt; a cup of tea" &lt;em&gt;=/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;poor pour poor pour....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-6434924432471456828?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/6434924432471456828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=6434924432471456828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6434924432471456828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/6434924432471456828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/03/woman-called-911-three-times-to-reprort.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4420202169812737711</id><published>2009-03-01T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:10:33.137Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG its march ITS MARCH!&lt;br /&gt;are you crazzzaaaayyeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies by soooo fast.&lt;br /&gt;haha. thats good. actually. =)&lt;br /&gt;which means O's is gonna come and go EVEN FASTER than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i shall plan my days after O's carefully.&lt;br /&gt;so i can cherish the time of the shall-be-happiest-days of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4420202169812737711?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4420202169812737711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4420202169812737711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4420202169812737711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4420202169812737711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-its-march-its-march-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8102349851789804704</id><published>2009-02-20T02:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:58:17.136Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not coping well with my busy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i have to spend 12 hours at school on monday and thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;9 hours on normal weekdays. and a mere 2 hours on saturdays. this is just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;i only get to sleep for 6 hours a day. and i have to stay awake for the other 18hours.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention that i have tuition almost everyday. chinese on tuesdays, ( which clashes with house practice) , maths on wednesdays, piano (which clashes with chinese remedial) and english on fridays, chinese (which is right after school) and chem*physics (which is right after chinese) on saturdays and maths and violin on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard to stay awake at night to do my homework and revise. but how can i revise my school work, when i barely have the time to even finish my homework? The "best" part of everything is that the school is giving irregular schedules. Remedials are an on-off thing, cancelled, extended and conducted as and when the teacher feels like it. Okay, maybe not the teachers, maybe its the school that make the teacher go for the stupid meetings to find ways to "help" the students. You mean they dont freaking realize that by conducting these meetings they are actually affecting the remedials. Ridiculous man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the school doesnt even have a proper canteen, small little stall is always running out of food and the queue is soo long ( oh oh and f.y.i, it serves cold food) , freaking vending machine ate up a dollar fifty and MY CLASS IS ALL THE WAY AT FOURTH FLOOR. lessons ends at 1.50 and remedial starts as soon as 2.20. So this THISSSS IS the reason why i have no time to eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh plus having to stay up for 18hours a day and having only 6 hours of rest. Its no wonder only 1% of everything taught gets inside my brain. And i wouldnt be surprised if i'm going to be stressed out by early June. oh yah, and chinese 'o' lvls is at June...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8102349851789804704?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8102349851789804704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8102349851789804704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8102349851789804704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8102349851789804704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-coping-well-with-my-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4499483474737918569</id><published>2009-02-14T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:29:32.646Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy valentines day everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent blog for quite sometime. yup.&lt;br /&gt;because i've been addicted to the tv. and i have to really study.&lt;br /&gt;and i am. but but. i dont know why. i just cant ace my tests.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even pass a maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goal for O's is pretty high. and i'm really panicking.&lt;br /&gt;signing up for tuitions, planning my schedule for everysingle day which usually ends at 8.30 except for saturday and sundays.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i'd stress myself out with the tuitions buti'd give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;and during june holidays i'll sign up for the crash courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stef, i love you ! haha. you're my like best friend. because i guess you're the one who really dare to say it right in front of my face. and you're not the person who agrees to everything i say, everything i do, everything i suggest. you always have your say. yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyup. so i guess thats what i want to say. annnndd HAPPY VALENTINES. thanks for today and yesterday and...............everyday(?) haha. TALK TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made cookies for valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;and to those who received it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoyed it. did it taste funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the peopl who gave me the valentine's day gifts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the thief who stole the cookie that was meant for liling!!&lt;br /&gt;you greedy fat obesed ugly pig! pathetic little creep! don't take things that arent meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope you enjoyed the cookie =)&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4499483474737918569?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4499483474737918569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4499483474737918569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4499483474737918569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4499483474737918569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-2808878343803580853</id><published>2009-01-30T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T10:07:50.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;CNY was not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;although it was nothing compared to last year.&lt;br /&gt;last year was a big celebration =)&lt;br /&gt;but hey! its okaaayyyy. its fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;sooo i get hongbaos you get hongbaos everyone gets hongbaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Jessica by the way! in indo.&lt;br /&gt;and surprised. she's still the way she was before.&lt;br /&gt;except maybe she's taller now. haha. but so am i =p&lt;br /&gt;talking about height right.. i've grown!! and i hope to grow grow groww!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the old times during primary school.&lt;br /&gt;when we swam everyday. and i'd go to your house, you'd go to my house.&lt;br /&gt;everyday is like, play day.&lt;br /&gt;so i hope that you'd be in singapore again k =)&lt;br /&gt;you can study art here! haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i decided that i will do my best this year!!&lt;br /&gt;i joined a com-science tuition and english.&lt;br /&gt;english is still in the process though. but HEEEEYYY.&lt;br /&gt;its going on quite well now.&lt;br /&gt;i shall plan my time table carefully. and i'll get everything done neatly.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll just have to go for my classes every week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving very serious thoughts to my future.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be a playfull girl right now with lotsa lotsa friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to be a succesfull woman with my loving family and my bestest friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so i shall not be distracted by all the fun. and stoning and day dreaming and the everything.&lt;br /&gt;what i should do now is is STUDY~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i shall blog. so this successfull woman. Could look through her teenage life in the future. and dream about how young and wrinkle-less she used to be. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-2808878343803580853?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/2808878343803580853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=2808878343803580853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2808878343803580853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/2808878343803580853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/yoooooooo-cny-was-not-that-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3810203588914849060</id><published>2009-01-18T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:10:55.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sis went back indo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got a whole lot list of cny shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and i just made the blog private. =D&lt;br /&gt;haha . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292619240395523170" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SWi1uqQzr1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/2R1L_jizzz4/s400/arrrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SWi1uXYyDII/AAAAAAAAAwg/DJQNaakxNhs/s1600-h/me+and+stef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289677570503216258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SWi1uXYyDII/AAAAAAAAAwg/DJQNaakxNhs/s400/me+and+stef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SWi1uLodp4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/31AruKn4YOA/s1600-h/lallaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289677567347763074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SWi1uLodp4I/AAAAAAAAAwY/31AruKn4YOA/s400/lallaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets talk about my hair&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna concentrate on my studies this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3101146315080714257?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3101146315080714257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3101146315080714257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3101146315080714257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3101146315080714257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-about-my-hair-ha-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SWi1uqQzr1I/AAAAAAAAAwo/2R1L_jizzz4/s72-c/arrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-5647011560132443690</id><published>2009-01-08T15:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:41:27.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i'll be updating previous posts., November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-5647011560132443690?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/5647011560132443690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=5647011560132443690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5647011560132443690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/5647011560132443690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-8273562591135504660</id><published>2009-01-06T10:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:43:43.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOOOO, i went back to indo suddenly on 24 december.&lt;br /&gt; and went to puncak on the 28 December.&lt;br /&gt; and went to bandung on the 29 December.&lt;br /&gt; and went back to Jakarta on 29 December.&lt;br /&gt;and reached singapore just yesterday, 5 January =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm planning to keep the blog slightly dead HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll start a private blog/written diary. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-8273562591135504660?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/8273562591135504660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=8273562591135504660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8273562591135504660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/8273562591135504660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/soooo-i-went-back-to-indo-suddenly-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-3104193202811386416</id><published>2009-01-06T05:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:37:42.508Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how i spent my new year. and christmas in indo. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i booked a last minute flight 5 hours before departure.&lt;br /&gt;and paid the flight at 2 hours before departure at the office.&lt;br /&gt;and then went back home and left home an hour before departure.&lt;br /&gt;now. wow that was like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;but when i reach indo.&lt;br /&gt;the house is decorated with lights and christmas stuff.&lt;br /&gt;its beautiful and i got to admit.&lt;br /&gt;it was the best christmas party ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i spent my new year.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;i spent my new year watching russian strippers dance&lt;br /&gt;cool right?&lt;br /&gt;okay okay they arent really strippers but.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!? what kind of outfit was that man. wtv they really do look like one.&lt;br /&gt;and i watch brazillian dancers dance in bras and panties. ahahaahah! whoah i think i saw a flash. O.o&lt;br /&gt;and Rini, Indonesian Idol Finalist sing.&lt;br /&gt;she's funny and her voice was WOW.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;oh and the famous boy/girl and his/her group of gays entertain the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;funny. yah seriously.&lt;br /&gt;the food then.. i guess it was okay?&lt;br /&gt;wasnt really into the food. i love the entertainment though. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-3104193202811386416?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/3104193202811386416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=3104193202811386416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3104193202811386416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/3104193202811386416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-i-spent-my-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-1837853928823007664</id><published>2008-12-22T13:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:53:56.337Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random. =D'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/images10/Alaskan%20Malamute%20Gaia11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/images10/Alaskan%20Malamute%20Gaia11-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to get an Alaskan Malamute. =D&lt;br /&gt;nope. they're not Siberian Husky, although they might look alike.&lt;br /&gt;Alaskan Malamutes are bigger and longer than huskies =)&lt;br /&gt;and they got much longer and thicker coating than them.&lt;br /&gt;=P For now i'd call her Aerie/Erin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;if possible, i'd get 2. haha. { GREEDY LITTLE PIG! &gt;=/ }&lt;br /&gt;a male.. which would probably be called Rex/Fox [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love a cosy home. =)&lt;br /&gt;with a verandah facing the beach&lt;br /&gt;the balcony and the entrance facing the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;15m distance of tall casuarina trees from the gate to the house.&lt;br /&gt;where i can play with Aerie and Eline =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay forget this whole thing.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i really2 really2 want is a home full of memories. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc43.deviantart.com/fs28/i/2008/122/e/1/Horse_Stock_1_by_Fairiegoodmother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. i want a horse. i really want one! =(&lt;br /&gt;i want a chinese mongolian horse.!&lt;br /&gt;ha actually... it doesnt have to be chinese mongolian..&lt;br /&gt;but i'd really like a large frame horse&lt;br /&gt;One with a dark shade of reddish brown, tall and beautiful =D&lt;br /&gt;with black hair =D&lt;br /&gt;(not a single spot of white. no no. not like the one in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;So imagine its a girl, its Eline! haha&lt;br /&gt;haha dream on angeline, like as if you'd really get a horse.&lt;br /&gt;you'd be lucky if you can even get the dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Hello. Not to forget cars.! =D taste of cars would probably change over time =) hehe&lt;br /&gt;it would be Lamborghini Murcielago&lt;br /&gt;and a spacious car Volvo XC70&lt;br /&gt;anything but mercedes. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-1837853928823007664?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/1837853928823007664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=1837853928823007664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1837853928823007664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/1837853928823007664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-want-to-get-alaskan-malamute.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7431726994002143833</id><published>2008-12-21T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:40:19.621Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS is alot of hardwork..&lt;br /&gt;i finished the blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda like it. =D&lt;br /&gt;it took me 5 days. O.O&lt;br /&gt;okay i suck. i freaking suck at html./css/ wtv you call it.&lt;br /&gt;i admit! haha.&lt;br /&gt;but this, this is not baddd ^^ heeeheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think my eyes have gone like blurred.&lt;br /&gt;BLURRED. i think my degree went up =( oops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7431726994002143833?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7431726994002143833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7431726994002143833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7431726994002143833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7431726994002143833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-7618976171303941886</id><published>2008-12-18T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:44:56.089Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282249288882095666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Rvd7ghjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/vbhmE4nvngk/s400/palm+trees+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Went out with ZhaoZhi and Geraldine. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was ZhaoZhi's birthday, 17dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i shall apologise for the picture that i cut. =D&lt;br /&gt;i took it out already haha. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282249290211580690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Rvi4e2xI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Rqsmkpan9KU/s400/three+people+%3DD+haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Ru7ROVoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bbCzeDEKkd0/s1600-h/Geraldine+soccer+ball+O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282249279577937538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Ru7ROVoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/bbCzeDEKkd0/s400/Geraldine+soccer+ball+O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Rub_qOJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/32s6SgzNAdU/s1600-h/Geraldine+me+%3DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282249271182768274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Rub_qOJI/AAAAAAAAAuo/32s6SgzNAdU/s400/Geraldine+me+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5RuIJu7aI/AAAAAAAAAug/dAxG0ZBCYkA/s1600-h/Dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282249265856310690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5RuIJu7aI/AAAAAAAAAug/dAxG0ZBCYkA/s400/Dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-7618976171303941886?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/7618976171303941886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=7618976171303941886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7618976171303941886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/7618976171303941886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-out-with-zhaozhi-and-geraldine.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SU5Rvd7ghjI/AAAAAAAAAu4/vbhmE4nvngk/s72-c/palm+trees+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-4896401571152032078</id><published>2008-12-16T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:37:31.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUkFtWoZBrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Wq698i5BkEw/s1600-h/Broadway..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280758314795861682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUkFtWoZBrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Wq698i5BkEw/s400/Broadway..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; , &lt;/strong&gt;my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are in broadway =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;五 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;四&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;三&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;二 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;一 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DING DONG DING DONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay lol this is dumb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-"Miss No Good." we were watching this in hongkong. hahaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAND i'm back from hongkong&lt;br /&gt;with stuffs. in my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;and hongkong is SOO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;especially the extended trip with nicole and louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i'll just describe it with one word "AMAZING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280748935163212786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj9LYxs8_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/Ir1koONFrg0/s400/thepantyplushies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY ONE 9DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The peak : i love the wax museum. Nicole snapped a whole lot of pictures there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731106580585746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjs9oIXXRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sQlj8XNA-sc/s400/tutu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280729137986395474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjrLCi73VI/AAAAAAAAApQ/m1mYakN8EG4/s400/Ayumi+Hamasaki+%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731100030744706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjs9PuwuII/AAAAAAAAAqw/12AhyGBW9sk/s400/The+peak+tram.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY TWO 10DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ermm not really on disneyland : Louise and Deborah took the space mountain for 7 times O.o&lt;br /&gt;me and nicole didnt have the stamina i guess. we only took it 4 times. and got some cotton candy while we waited. We got some disney hairband haha. i got the cat one. =D and nicole got the princess one =D and Louise got the...... windmill thingy. that spins when the wind blows ~~~ 呼呼. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280740667928423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj1qK7VLDI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/NnI2zyH_f6I/s400/Minnie+Tee+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280741000735929858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj19iu0tgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/dgC-OlEgH4E/s400/Nicole+Tee+Kye+Ren!+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280740659935060098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj1ptJkIII/AAAAAAAAAr4/2hEzyoWV_2A/s400/choose.!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280729164703793074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjrMmE2_7I/AAAAAAAAApo/zl0EdVUDR4w/s400/disneyland+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY THREE 11DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Ocean park.: took the viking and like went twirly wurly. got an airbrush tattoo with Louise.&lt;br /&gt;Took a quick snap with cuiling. and i guess thats it?&lt;br /&gt;[one thing, macdonald in ocean park is like wierded.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280729155546870418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjrMD9rcpI/AAAAAAAAApg/YMmCCNj4vVI/s400/cuiling+and+me+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280748928254447330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj9K_ChjuI/AAAAAAAAAtA/IQluuJKnG8g/s400/THE+THUMB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280740667728249714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj1qKLmw3I/AAAAAAAAAsI/YEiRBpigHJc/s400/hello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280729164379620834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjrMk3kheI/AAAAAAAAApw/o4vW_14Lcd0/s400/emoemo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY FOUR 12DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the LOUD hk heritage museum.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : =D Ms Tan went through the wrong exit and the whole alarm system went on like nuts, sending the security running down. haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280730887238077138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjsw3BCStI/AAAAAAAAAqI/D24DOZWTDjM/s400/Hello+honey+%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hello hun, its been a long time" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last day spent with choir at hongkong, and we left them at 4 from Clementitown secondary (the hk one not singapore one) to my house.&lt;br /&gt;* amazing stuff. Louise does housework. can you imagine? O.o&lt;br /&gt;so after we clean up the house and set up everything lala. we went to eat and went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280730882703057762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjswmHzY2I/AAAAAAAAAp4/tP35tF5einU/s400/first+meal+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first meal in HonKong =D -just the three of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The miracle MTR ride to i forgot where&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Dear Louise was rushing me and nicole to the MTR. that chicken was holding my hand tightly and i was holding on to Nicole's. I could have sworn that the light above the MTR door was blinking, ready to close. It was freaking packed, i've never seen the MRT so packed before.&lt;br /&gt;but Louise just pushed herself inside, and just as i was about to push my way in too. the door started to close. so i was like oh shit i'm not gonna get smashed by two freaking MTR doors in hongkong. then i just let go of Louise. and Me and Nicole stood still outside watching the MTR door close with Louise inside. i was like O,o oh shit. we're dead. DEAD. DEAD. i was sooo lost. i dont know why but my hand was like glued on to the glass door looking at Louise's frantic face knocking on the glass door. Nicole was like " S-t-o-p a-t t-h-e N-E-X-T s-t-a-t-i-o-n". okay it was damn slow mo-. My heart was like dunno fly where already. it was like pause.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually or LUCKILY, the door opened up again. and Louise came running out of the MTR. LOL by then i was laughing like nuts man. hahaha HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn happy. and LOUISE FACE JUST NOW WAS LIKE, JUST SO DAMN FUNNY. HAHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the dilemma:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; errr we reached our destination but kinda got lost and like. louise and me said we should go right and nicole said we should go left. and we couldnt agree. eventually we went to the left but ended up at the wrong place so i went to call the tour guide before to ask for directions =.= she was like kinda...i dunno. zzz. but if we were to go right at first we wouldnt be right either. its just there right smack in the middle of a maze. i guess. bla bla. . . but we ended up at the right place anyway. =D did some shopping and stuff at Cameron road.&lt;br /&gt;erm we went home reeeeeeeaaal late. yup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280749092095656002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj9UhZUAEI/AAAAAAAAAto/UYcfsu_a_9Q/s320/the+orange+wierd+thingy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY FIVE 13DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; the shopping: erm i think at this time we went to like....女人街.&lt;br /&gt;Louise is a great bargain-er. and a big spender. O.O dunno how many stuff she buy man.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; theres this beggar. =/ i think he broke his leg or stuff. omg its super freaky. so me and louise just dropped in some coins. he's just.... damn sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;and we went back to Cameron road. i got a sunhat. i have always wanted one.&lt;br /&gt;but my sis thinks is retarded. T.T but heck i love this one.&lt;br /&gt;Louise got a dvd. Miss No Good. and we watched it at night when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY SIX 14DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; particular morning&lt;/strong&gt;: ermmmm nicole snapped some pictures when i was half awake T.T&lt;br /&gt;Louise is a HEAVY SLEEPER =D hahahahaha. we like smashed her hahaha =D&lt;br /&gt;and nicole took 2 of Louise's underwear. and we just started to like i dunno. hillarious lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731094813792034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjs88S8VyI/AAAAAAAAAqo/c5GBGujXtb0/s400/squash!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731112110886530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjs98u5DoI/AAAAAAAAArA/jGb4ruXJjBE/s400/underwear+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Square: went causewaybay. and i had HAD HAD just HAD TO SAY. that the stuff there is like over the top. wth man.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i feeeeellll in love with this Roxy hat T.T which i didnt buy. sad. SAD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280729141629802610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjrLQHl2HI/AAAAAAAAApY/4wYj4DM8wBw/s400/Causeway+bay+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280748942980832306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj9L15kXDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gnEAxhIJEIk/s400/errrmmm.+yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731094281008210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjs86T6tFI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dstDtdO0rP4/s400/ROXY.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280740660565541922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj1pvf4hCI/AAAAAAAAArw/1X5oDLzrcOY/s400/ALN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;amp;M at Mongkok: really i love that skirt but its just not that worth it. we went to eat with Nicole's family. Thanks for the dinner. =D Nicole's sis suggested this soap shop called "LUSH". and apparently its super nice that Louise and Nicole bought a WHOLE LOT OF SOAPS totalling up to over a hundred singapore dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Back at 女人街. : we just cant get enough of bargaining. serioulsy the fun part is the bargain.&lt;br /&gt;we went home late again. and watched the second disc of Miss No Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY SEVEN15DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Jordan i think. in the morning. and was searching for THE BUN Louise was talking about. o0o.&lt;br /&gt;which we didnt find eventually. hmm. so we just ate at a random place which was nice. i guess. and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tung Chung. next to Novotel : its a building full of shopping outlets. but seriously i didnt find anything much amusing. We ate with Nicole's tee parents again =D and it was great. hahaha. Thanks once again for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;A visit to Nicole's family hotel room: its nice and sweet yup. =) love the design. and they gave us oranges and bananas home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280730890467978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjsxDDGrqI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/kQHM5MGq0E0/s400/hotel+room+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The train ride home:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sooo.... The mrt was half full and it was quiet. Louise was holding the plastic full of fruits. and Nicole was harassing her. Louise was fidgeting and&lt;strong&gt; i dont know what the heck happened&lt;/strong&gt; but... the oranges started to fall from the plastic bag and it rolled everywhere.O.o HAHA. and louise was like " ROLLING ORANGES AND LONG BANANAS!" O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OKAY wait hahaa. forget this part which i got wrong. just look at &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/teawithnicole"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NICOLE'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;post =D hoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY EIGHT16DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; i think that wierded cd really got inside my head. i was getting wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Another trip to Mongkok: we went to Argyle street. oh and there was this mango dessert which was not bad. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280748938347684738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj9Lko8I4I/AAAAAAAAAtY/8JRd7Fb7awc/s400/mango+desert.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Argyle Centre wooden craft shop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Louise got some wood and added her own note embossed in it for her friend. and it was pretty nice short sweet simple and&lt;strong&gt; calm.&lt;/strong&gt; at least thats what its suppose to be. so part of it said " Thank you for everything. " but the happy happy person who did the emboss on the wood added &lt;strong&gt;TWO exclamation mark&lt;/strong&gt; behind everything. sad right. HAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280770929229869554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUkRLnD0sfI/AAAAAAAAAuA/g69G4Er0d_0/s400/Edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Make up gone wrong:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We went to Sasa! hahaha. Louise said its the last day so what the heck. lets be retarded. put on some eyeliner on her. it wasnt that bad okay. HAHAHHAHA. not until when we were eating this noodle at 女人街. and she added too much chilli, her eyes started to tear up and her eyeliner smudged all over her eye area. so she just started wiping it with her hands. but ended up smearing it all over her face. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DAY NINE 17DEC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Packing up : okay i woke up earliest this time!!! =D hahahaha HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;and i mop and sweep the floor. i'm proud of myself =)hehe. okay after all the packing and stuff went with Louise and Nicole to get their 老婆饼. and do some last minute shopping =) i was like wearing the sunhat for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280740995851116802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj19QiMYQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/G7kH4Tdjk2c/s400/nicole+and+the+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280741006099398370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj192tkvuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/23Nfdz4dQtE/s400/sunhatandme+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280730887606174242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjsw4YzAiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LsWe-F3dBmw/s400/hat+%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oversized lunch at KFC: okay there was 9 fried chicken, 2 dishes of rice, 2 mashed potato, 4 drinks, one basket of cosshatched fries. O.o we didnt finish it though. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we took a few pictures on the way home =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280741004022886354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj19u-fr9I/AAAAAAAAAso/6M3pNJ13434/s400/Peace+%3D).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye HongKong. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280748934928989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUj9LX52_VI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/CUbcdmCHb9M/s400/trolleypinksunglasses+me..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Love, The stranger =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;eh okay wait how come its until 17 december. wth man.&lt;br /&gt;i posted this and thought of everything for like 2 hours and it ended up with nine days.&lt;br /&gt;wth man. what crap is this. wth.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just leave it like that. its suppose to be 16 dec &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280730890414180002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUjsxC2RxqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MvpAKaknJsY/s400/RAWK+ON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HONG KONG 2008 RAWK YO. =)&lt;br /&gt;haha thats louise, louise on the plane. flying with united airlines. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6545779539720692148-4896401571152032078?l=exxe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/feeds/4896401571152032078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6545779539720692148&amp;postID=4896401571152032078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4896401571152032078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6545779539720692148/posts/default/4896401571152032078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://exxe.blogspot.com/2008/12/aaaaaand-im-back-from-hongkong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ANGELine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019167702506284961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SKv7conftWI/AAAAAAAAARU/z4qijgTk2BY/S220/lalala.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GVQVUUtYNCA/SUkFtWoZBrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Wq698i5BkEw/s72-c/Broadway..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6545779539720692148.post-6758451687559824829</id><published>2008-12-07T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:09:30.188Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"hello so its 12 here in singapore so i guess i'm saying happy birthday. but then you're not in singapore because you're like in indonesia so then it'll be like one hour till your birthday. so i guess i'll call back.... in an hour?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. =)&lt;br /&gt;guess whose birthday is it today?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to wish her&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;haha, saying happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i want to post a picture. but yah. i left my hardrive in indo.&lt;br /&gt;HEH! 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