<?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-3114592600597942212</id><updated>2011-12-27T22:10:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8152488837332095029</id><published>2011-12-27T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:54:23.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm a sinner. He's an angel.&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/3114592600597942212-8152488837332095029?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8152488837332095029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8152488837332095029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8152488837332095029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8152488837332095029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-sinner.html' title=''/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-1766679077431693771</id><published>2011-12-16T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:00:11.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sky high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When you love someone, there is no limit to it. You do not draw a line to anything. No limits to say when it's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you with no limits.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-1766679077431693771?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1766679077431693771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=1766679077431693771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1766679077431693771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1766679077431693771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/12/sky-high.html' title='sky high.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6472223177472965641</id><published>2011-11-18T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:16:28.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have faith in us.</title><content type='html'>"Looking back at my baby's old pictures, it shows how much my baby has changed. Or maybe I'm the one who has changed her. But whatever it is, my baby turned from being a naive little girl to a beautiful and classy woman she is now. It really makes my heart warm everytime i see her, she usually glow with beauty but somehow recently i can't see much of that, maybe stress is working up on my baby because of spm. I know i've been harsh and acted cold on her but trust me, it's for a reason i do what i do. You'll see one day why i do what i do. I love you, from the bottom of my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- written by Darren Shoun Francis in early November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me naive, call me stupid, but despite the tears and hurtful feeling because of how he treats me harsh and coldly at times, I still believe that his intentions are good. Tell me that I'm being mistreated and I won't believe you. I love him that much and nothing is going to break my trust in him. It's not going to be that easy. If a girl should leave a guy because he made her cry and hurt her, then I'll bet we'll all end up single or homosexual. I know there's an extend to how much you can cry and hurt yourself for a guy, and sometimes when I'm in tears and it feels like I'm at my limit, I love him dearly still. I guess what really holds me on is my trust and faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"i'm not afraid to lead with my heart"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6472223177472965641?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6472223177472965641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6472223177472965641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6472223177472965641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6472223177472965641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-faith-in-us.html' title='i have faith in us.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8757794003453458129</id><published>2011-06-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:32:06.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my breath just stopped.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wonder, what I am to you now? Did the love you had for me just disappeared, slowly vanishing away? You're turning your back on me, walking away just like that, ignoring me, scolding me, being so cold to me, hanging up on me just like that, and it all doesn't hurt you to do it to me. There are now so many uncertainties in me right now. I don't know if you do still love me that much. I don't know if I do still mean your life to you. I don't know if I'm really that important to you. Were they all just sweet talking? Were they all said just because that's what you tell your loved ones? Did the meaning of those words went away with time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it may be, I hope you'll see someday how much it hurts me when you do all that to me. And I hope someday, you'll realize how much I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll be gone, far far away, and there will be no turning back. At that time, I hope you would still think of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8757794003453458129?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8757794003453458129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8757794003453458129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8757794003453458129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8757794003453458129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-my-breath-just-stopped.html' title='and my breath just stopped.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4494924947430997033</id><published>2011-04-18T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:17:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you knew it all the while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz0fRSZULCo/TawdW-M34yI/AAAAAAAABHo/FNGh3C35rA8/s1600/cheating2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz0fRSZULCo/TawdW-M34yI/AAAAAAAABHo/FNGh3C35rA8/s400/cheating2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cheating - Someone who is in a committed relationship and breaks the trust of his  or her partner by getting physically or emotionally involved with  another person. Emotional cheating involves forming a close bond with someone of your  preferred gender and basically forming a second relationship.  This may  or may not include physical cheating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Are you willing to commit yourself fully to the one you love for the rest of your life, staying loyal to that one even when the curtains are close and no one will see or know, going against the devil in you just to be loyal to the one you love even when you know for a fact that the one you love would never know? Would you do that? I would. I have and I will always be, inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4494924947430997033?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4494924947430997033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4494924947430997033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4494924947430997033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4494924947430997033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-you-knew-it-all-while.html' title='because you knew it all the while.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qz0fRSZULCo/TawdW-M34yI/AAAAAAAABHo/FNGh3C35rA8/s72-c/cheating2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-501443994112818891</id><published>2011-02-07T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:24:10.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a suicide note.</title><content type='html'>I'm scared to live. I so scared I'll lose you again. I do not want to live to lose you again. I'm better off dead. Darren Shoun Francis, I love you too much to lose you. I really do love you with all my heart. When you're gone, there's no life no more. It's like the whole world just doesn't matter anymore, a life without a meaning, a body with no soul, a bird without its wings. Bottom line, it's just pointless and meaningless. I need you so much Darren. If you ain't gonna be here, this life ain't worth living anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-501443994112818891?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/501443994112818891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=501443994112818891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/501443994112818891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/501443994112818891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/02/suicide-note.html' title='a suicide note.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3567850297634290634</id><published>2011-02-06T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:51:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my happiness is you.</title><content type='html'>Life is simple. Happiness is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing everything wrong just to be happy only to realize I am already the happiest to have you. I do not ask for anything more than just to be with you but I was stupid enough not to show it. I'm going to make things right now and show you how much you mean to me. I made all the wrong turns and it's time I make them right. It would be a lie if I went on with life without you. You're all I want, you're all I need. It has always been that way and it will always be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll realize how happy I am just by having you. I hope you'll realize you're all I need. I hope you'll realize how much I love you and that I'm willing to give everything for you. I hope you'll realize this heart only beats for you, this tears only fall for you. No one can ever replace you. No one is ever going to love you as much as I do. Perhaps someday you'll know how much you mean to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3567850297634290634?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3567850297634290634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3567850297634290634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3567850297634290634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3567850297634290634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-happiness-is-you.html' title='my happiness is you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-7373487552164425324</id><published>2011-02-06T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:12:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no life after you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TU5xQqLfGrI/AAAAAAAABHk/VModtaTD_sE/s1600/5412291169_e583152345_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TU5xQqLfGrI/AAAAAAAABHk/VModtaTD_sE/s640/5412291169_e583152345_o.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you mean the world to me. just you smiling makes the world a brighter place to be. your happiness means more to me than you know. i'm sorry i haven't been perfect. i'm sorry those smiles went away. i'm gonna give all i have to make this work. i'm gonna give everything to make you smile and be the happiest boy ever. &amp;nbsp;when you're gone, there's no longer a point to be here. my promise? i am not gonna live to see a day without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-7373487552164425324?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7373487552164425324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=7373487552164425324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7373487552164425324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7373487552164425324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/02/theres-no-life-after-you.html' title='there&apos;s no life after you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TU5xQqLfGrI/AAAAAAAABHk/VModtaTD_sE/s72-c/5412291169_e583152345_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5482015138806320499</id><published>2011-01-22T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:23:32.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone loves you out there.</title><content type='html'>There's no reason to live a complicated life. I already have everything when i'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and love are what you brought into my life. My only question now is that are you happy being with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are not meant to be suppressed. They are meant to be shared with the ones we love or that someone we cherish with all our hearts. With you, my love, i share my every thought and emotion. But love, why do you suppress yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like holding hands with someone whose heart is aching holding yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck and confused,&lt;br /&gt;christy low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5482015138806320499?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5482015138806320499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5482015138806320499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5482015138806320499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5482015138806320499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2011/01/someone-loves-you-out-there.html' title='someone loves you out there.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4695562434177485092</id><published>2010-11-05T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:48:35.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, Darren</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanna be with her. She completes me. She takes away my sadness, sorrows and loneliness and brings happiness to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She's like a distant star. She may be far away but she's always there, shining for you. She brings light when everything seems dark. She brings peace when everything seems chaotic. I don't know how to express how much she means to me and how much i need her but i love her with all my heart. I LOVE YOU BABY GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;my bet? i can never find anyone else who loves me the way he does. i hope one day, you readers out there find your Darren. and when you do, i hope you treat him nicely and cherish every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4695562434177485092?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4695562434177485092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4695562434177485092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4695562434177485092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4695562434177485092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-darren.html' title='love, Darren'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6123499264036027423</id><published>2010-10-28T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:59:45.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year older.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I'm officially 16 ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;:D&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/3114592600597942212-6123499264036027423?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-7571759432081837572</id><published>2010-10-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:51:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it keeps me awake at night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TMhHYm2w_0I/AAAAAAAABHY/lATqTJbyd3A/s1600/love_triangle_____by_novarian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TMhHYm2w_0I/AAAAAAAABHY/lATqTJbyd3A/s400/love_triangle_____by_novarian.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes, we just don't get each other.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i walked all the way there just to see and be with you instead of being far away when our time is numbered, but i ended up changing my direction after what i came to see. you probably would not have realized and i guess it is best kept that way. all i wanted was to be with you and spend every minute i had while i still could with you but you don't understand. sometimes i wonder if you even think of your actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;there are somethings i wish you understood but you just don't get it. sometimes, all i want is to have you to myself. with the shits happening, all i have is the time with you in school, but you're always busy with others or simply stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to the other readers, i'm sorry if this post is confusing. i just had to get things off my chest. my mood is just screwed up right now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you can never stop caring for something you love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-7571759432081837572?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7571759432081837572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=7571759432081837572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7571759432081837572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7571759432081837572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-keeps-me-awake-at-night.html' title='it keeps me awake at night.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TMhHYm2w_0I/AAAAAAAABHY/lATqTJbyd3A/s72-c/love_triangle_____by_novarian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-7846895773837184298</id><published>2010-10-23T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:22:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mash it up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TMLNYMiI--I/AAAAAAAABHU/bER3Y7scOmI/s1600/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TMLNYMiI--I/AAAAAAAABHU/bER3Y7scOmI/s400/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;a few years back, i would never lose track of time especially in the month of October. each day i wake up, i knew the date and my mind counts down to the 28th of October. today, i did not even know the date. i would be lying if i said i did not want a celebration this year even if it means i'm a year older. i am actually upset with the fact the day this girl turns sixteen is not going to be a happy one. i kinda know that on that night, this 16 year old girl will be in tears. whenever i forget the date or the fact my birthday is coming up, it hits me. it feels like every other 28 of any other month - nothing special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;the candle shall burn off itself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-7846895773837184298?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7846895773837184298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=7846895773837184298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7846895773837184298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7846895773837184298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/10/mash-it-up.html' title='mash it up.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TMLNYMiI--I/AAAAAAAABHU/bER3Y7scOmI/s72-c/Lonely_Rose_by_Demonmiss27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4376971170740188174</id><published>2010-10-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:48:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just be with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;It's just going to be a short post today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;a week from now, i'll be turning 16. all i have ever wanted was an awesome sweet 16 birthday, but with a crapped up family and situation, all i want now is to celebrate my 28-10-2010 with someone that means so much to me, Darren Shoun Francis. i do not want anything fancy, i just want to spend the day with him. my head is telling me i'm crazy to be hoping for such after what happened recently, but it's still all i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4376971170740188174?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4376971170740188174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4376971170740188174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4376971170740188174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4376971170740188174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-be-with-me.html' title='just be with me.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4163581547792654154</id><published>2010-10-19T19:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:53:25.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TL15n1uoxsI/AAAAAAAABHQ/qXGvXCWg064/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TL15n1uoxsI/AAAAAAAABHQ/qXGvXCWg064/s400/heart.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this box here have no been updated for quite sometime already huh? life has been shit to me. well, shit happens. this time i screwed up and there really isn't anyone else to blame but me. anyways, i'll come back to that later. i've been wanting to update this box but have not because first, yea, that shit and things between me and Darren weren't that well a few days back. so back to shit happens, since that night, life just hasn't been great besides the fact my godmother approved us, me and Darren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;mama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;thank you so much for understanding. your approval truly means a lot to me. i'm sorry for everything that's happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it all started with that night when i got wasted and shouted at my parents by mistake. i was under the influence of alcohol, i did not control. i'm sorry. it got worst when my father saw the pictures of me and Darren in my camera and that is basically when life just turned upside down. i admit, we were to blame too. we did not take care of our limits.&lt;/span&gt; [ no, nothing dirty happened. just things parents of a soon to be 16 year old girl would never be pleased to see. ] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for that, i do not blame them. if i were in their shoes, i would be mad too. my father told me not to see or get in touch with Darren. he also restricted me from mixing with all my other friends who was there. they were all innocent. they truly did not influence me to my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;of course, all he said was before i told them the truth. but after i wrote to them the truth in a piece of paper, i heard nothing from him only from my mother who said she'll look through it. as usual, this family and our communication gap...&lt;/span&gt; [ it's either they do not know how to talk to you about it or they do not have the guts to say it so it's just left unsaid. it's like that in this family and i hate it. our level of communication and understanding when it comes to all this is minimal. how am i suppose to understand? ] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;so continuing, our communication gap is now leaving me clueless to what's going on. whether they understood or not, whether i'm allowed to see him already or not, i can't tell because they don't say a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;as for me and Darren, that night made us realized so much. we've changed now, maybe not much, but to what's right and should have been done since before. i am scared. i'm scared they would not forgive us. i'm scared they would not approve us. plus, they don't even know we're changing. we realized our wrongs. we're not crossing the line anymore and get those adults looking at us one kind. &lt;i&gt;love is not about flirting, hugging or kissing. love is about taking away all that and still have feelings for each other.&lt;/i&gt; i really hope they give us another chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;two souls can never be united without their parents' blessings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if you have any advice, feel free to 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4163581547792654154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/10/maybe-it-will.html' title='maybe it will.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TL15n1uoxsI/AAAAAAAABHQ/qXGvXCWg064/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4699666403370782809</id><published>2010-09-09T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:00:13.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not just what you see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TIjwXBk9w0I/AAAAAAAABHI/9NAMd5ldKb4/s1600/Mother_and_Child_by_SYK4NG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TIjwXBk9w0I/AAAAAAAABHI/9NAMd5ldKb4/s400/Mother_and_Child_by_SYK4NG.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;most people look at the rich people and think they have everything they want, living a happy life, having a beautiful home. well, that does not apply to me. my family is an average family. just cause my family can afford to get me the luxuries i want, it does not mean i am lucky. most of the time, i look and them and think, "you're the lucky one." why? money and luxuries are just temporary satisfaction. after a period of time, you're bored of it. i wish i was in your shoes. you have a mom who understand and a dad who will be there for you and not be another discipline teacher at home when you need a father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you may think i'm ungrateful, but do not judge someone till you live their life. when i was a little kid growing up in this new world with no understanding of anything, i was with my babysitter. she took care of me, she understood me and i consider her as my mother. when i grew up and began to learn and understand things around me, i was taken away from my babysitter and i started living with my parents, people i barely knew them. on both important stages of my life, i was torn with two different parents. it's kinda hard to explain, i'll try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so i began school with those two i call mummy daddy. we did not understand each other. there was no one i could go to whenever i need someone to understand me. since then, my feelings are kept to myself, barely expressed for no one understands and that would break my heart even more. nonetheless, i feel left out in this place i call home. sometimes, to me, it's just a place i stay. i can't express myself or be myself because no one here knows me or understands me. many times i tried building the bridge between me and them, but i fail every time i try. it takes two hands to clap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i am now used to the way i live my life. i still do wish i have a mother who understands me and a father to be there for me. i wish i had my parents support and not just in terms of buying me food, providing me shelter and clothes. i wish i had their understanding and parental love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;my only wish now is that they accept Darren as the one i love. parents do not allow you to get involved in a relationship not only because they don't want it to affect your studies but because i guess they want to save you from the heartache or being used by him. maybe they should learn to trust who i trust and how i live my life. maybe they should stop restricting me from all and instead provide me with the support i need to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mummy daddy, you can't teach me if you keep restricting me from all. i would never understand. it's human nature. i wish you supported how i live my life and be my mother and father when i fall not my discipline teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i apologize if my words are screwed up. i don't know how to 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href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-just-what-you-see.html' title='it&apos;s not just what you see.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TIjwXBk9w0I/AAAAAAAABHI/9NAMd5ldKb4/s72-c/Mother_and_Child_by_SYK4NG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8782582194270601902</id><published>2010-09-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:50:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TIJm9sR66HI/AAAAAAAABHA/kqsmUezVt4s/s1600/art,photography,sad,snow,umbrella,inspiration,polaroid-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TIJm9sR66HI/AAAAAAAABHA/kqsmUezVt4s/s320/art,photography,sad,snow,umbrella,inspiration,polaroid-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;with no surprise, the girl doesn't know what to blog about again. for the sake of updating this box of mine, i shall write whatever nonsense. i've been planning to blog but every time i turn on my laptop, i am distracted by other things, i forget to blog or whenever i want to blog, i forget whatever it is i wanted to blog about. great, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;exams have been &lt;i&gt;*bluek*&lt;/i&gt;. my results ain't exactly impressive. most of them are just a pass. not exactly what i wanted. neither did i work for good grades, so, i deserve what i got. so time to work for what i want. perhaps then i can be proud of myself &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; haven't been proud of myself lately anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;holidays has just began. basically don't have much planned. i guess i'll just have to wait till the time comes and decide. i do have to thank daddy for actually trying to plan&amp;nbsp;itineraries&amp;nbsp; for us to occupy our holiday instead of dying of boredom at home. i'm crossing my finger and hoping hard i get my ass glued to the chair and start completing my folios. i get distracted too easily. &lt;b&gt;:s&lt;/b&gt; ain't a nice thing to be happy of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;how have Darren and i been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;basically, great. but we have our blunders. there are so many things i still don't understand and sometimes not understanding them and not getting my explanations gets right onto my nerves. we love each other but there are times things are tough. let's just hope i'm not just another ride in his life. i still do think back on the earlier months we were together and how happy we were. he doesn't really seem that happy these days and it stabs me right in the heart whenever he goes to bed without a smile or whenever we argue. i wish we both could play our parts well and make this happen. i'm just hoping for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;p.s., i love you endlessly, Darren Shoun Francis.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8782582194270601902?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8782582194270601902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;let's face it : you don't stay happy always. the roller coaster goes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i wish it didn't have to go down. i wish it only keeps climbing higher but it all comes back down. i don't know where it all started but Darren doesn't seem to be happy nowadays. he used to be really cheerful. he used to laugh a lot like that's all he does. he used to talk more to me. they all seem to be fading away as time passes. i wish i could make them all go up again and watch him smile so widely and happily. i honestly do not know what to do to make him smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i would lie if i say i'm not a part of it. i'm sure i am. i wonder if i've been too much of a burden to him. i think i might have taken his happiness away from him. i'm afraid to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;that's all i have for now. i've been pretty out of words these days. i can't stand seeing him like this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what if the one that means everything to you isn't happy with you? are you willing to let him go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-7195896546285084562?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7195896546285084562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=7195896546285084562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7195896546285084562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7195896546285084562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-me-or-leave-alone.html' title='love me or leave alone.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TEvVZER6bqI/AAAAAAAABGo/rx3Lg7MNVJE/s72-c/lovethyself-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6042732619439546678</id><published>2010-07-11T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:08:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love never felt this good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TDmSawn5x4I/AAAAAAAABGg/EhVP9f3wQKo/s1600/I_Love_You_by_elevenstoriesup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TDmSawn5x4I/AAAAAAAABGg/EhVP9f3wQKo/s320/I_Love_You_by_elevenstoriesup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;first and foremost, i love my darren! &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; i don't actually have a topic today. i didn't actually planned &amp;nbsp;what to write here today. so about darren it shall be &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;from the bottom of my heart, i feel nonetheless grateful and happy to have him as mine. he's always there, without fail. wipes away every tear i shed and never gets tired of it. he takes care of me like i'm truly his everything. i do love being with him. i don't feel shy around him, i get to be who i truly am. he trusts me a lot, bares with all my nonsense. &lt;u&gt;thank you dear&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;there's so much i wish to say.&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;it comes into my mind, it disappears again. love never felt this good. laughters i laugh never felt so happy, joyful and sincere. being a little girl i am, i often wonder if he's an angel. let's face facts, how do you ever find someone like him? he's like fairytale came true. it's like living in my dreams except it's reality. who knows, maybe he is my angel sent from heaven &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;he's taken care of me a lot. stayed up all night just to be with me when there's nothing he can do to help, yet, he never leaves me. :') what more can i ask for. i wish i could be there for him just like he has always been there for me. i wish i could do so much more for him for he deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what do i love the most? his smile &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3114592600597942212-6042732619439546678?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6042732619439546678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6042732619439546678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6042732619439546678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6042732619439546678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-never-felt-this-good.html' title='love never felt this good.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TDmSawn5x4I/AAAAAAAABGg/EhVP9f3wQKo/s72-c/I_Love_You_by_elevenstoriesup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-9167952595124420594</id><published>2010-07-01T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:47:09.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark clouds may surround me, the rain can pour on me but i would not stop smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TCyhsWi_xaI/AAAAAAAABGY/L0NYos7eYe0/s1600/lettherainfall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TCyhsWi_xaI/AAAAAAAABGY/L0NYos7eYe0/s400/lettherainfall.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;they've announced the new upcoming EXCO board 2010/2011, and i was not surprised, and as expected, i did not get a gold badge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;honestly, i am smiling about it and it's my celebration. true, you might be thinking i'm being a sore loser, covering up my disappointment, but honestly, i am not being a sore loser. i truly am happy staying in my position. i don't need a post to label me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;frankly, i would prefer a post that i can make a difference with or nothing at all. but either way, i wouldn't want to be one of those with the important and high posts reason being because, for one, i don't think i can lead the board well. i don't think i'm ready for it. but either way, i did not want a post cause i know it's only extra pressure and stress for me for i would have to be torn between friends and the board. so for many reasons said and unsaid, i am happy though i did not get a post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;anyways, a round of applause and congratulations to the new EXCO members of 2010/2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-9167952595124420594?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/9167952595124420594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=9167952595124420594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/9167952595124420594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/9167952595124420594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/07/dark-clouds-may-surround-me-rain-can.html' title='the dark clouds may surround me, the rain can pour on me but i would not stop smiling'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TCyhsWi_xaI/AAAAAAAABGY/L0NYos7eYe0/s72-c/lettherainfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2813784646149137469</id><published>2010-06-27T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:13:42.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourian fare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TCdbqJIX8LI/AAAAAAAABGQ/c3I6Z8TtuDA/s1600/n126650380695479_2810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TCdbqJIX8LI/AAAAAAAABGQ/c3I6Z8TtuDA/s320/n126650380695479_2810.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saturday, July 3, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8:00am - 11:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan USJ 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Come join us for our carnival 'Fourian Fare' which will be held in conjunction with the 10th Anniversary of SMK USJ 4, on July 3, 2010 (Saturday) at SMK USJ 4 Subang Jaya, from 8 a.m untill 4 p.m&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are also going to have 'Fourian Charity Night Concert' which will be held at night of 3rd July, from 8 p.m until 11 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So anyone out there, yes YOU! Grab on your pretty outfits and of course you're invited to rock on with our school. And also bring along your money to shop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Jumble Sale will be held and many more, so you can donate goods such as;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Food - sweets, cookies/biscuits, canned food, and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Books, school bag, stationary supplies, and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Clothes - Used/recycle or brand new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Games&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Electronic items&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All donations can be send to Ms Fiona in the school office before June 23, 2010. We welcome you all to stretch out contributions to the success of the sale of the heap stalls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;XX, We rock You roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Donations and sponsorship management ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pn. Liew Lai Fong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pn. Siti Rose&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For further information, call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SMK USJ 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tel - 03 8024 6618&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fax - 03 8024 4144&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;OR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do call/ask/roger anyone studying in SMK USJ 4. Hihi CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ps, i still have my coupons unsold. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-2813784646149137469?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/2813784646149137469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=2813784646149137469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2813784646149137469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2813784646149137469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/06/fourian-fare.html' title='fourian fare.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TCdbqJIX8LI/AAAAAAAABGQ/c3I6Z8TtuDA/s72-c/n126650380695479_2810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4869368046187952744</id><published>2010-06-14T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T16:52:06.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you live, there are twice as many stars in the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you are my shining star,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXqnKf8qaI/AAAAAAAABFs/pX-k9iib3Uk/s1600/DSC03531(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXqnKf8qaI/AAAAAAAABFs/pX-k9iib3Uk/s400/DSC03531(1).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXoqkMh3UI/AAAAAAAABFk/i5QrDMnCnEs/s1600/DSC03536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXoqkMh3UI/AAAAAAAABFk/i5QrDMnCnEs/s400/DSC03536.JPG" width="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;i spent my last weekend in Genting and i have to admit, it was the best weekend and trip ever. that trip has officially made my holidays and i can't imagine spending my weekend in any other way. wishes do come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mr. Darren Shoun Francis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;thank you for all the happiness you brought. i enjoyed every moment in Genting with you. i'll be looking forward to many other trips with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXqn4O_vFI/AAAAAAAABF0/u6Faicc-brk/s1600/DSC03534(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXqn4O_vFI/AAAAAAAABF0/u6Faicc-brk/s400/DSC03534(1).jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they say, nothing compares to your first love. i say, nothing compares to my Darren and my Darren is the one i can never forget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/3114592600597942212-4869368046187952744?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4869368046187952744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4869368046187952744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4869368046187952744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4869368046187952744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/06/because-you-live-there-are-twice-as.html' title='because you live, there are twice as many stars in the sky.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/TBXqnKf8qaI/AAAAAAAABFs/pX-k9iib3Uk/s72-c/DSC03531(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5294216958869259906</id><published>2010-05-07T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:24:18.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i belong to you and no one else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S-N01xaJywI/AAAAAAAABFU/YKbb35A5kpI/s1600/you_belong_with_me__by_Blissleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S-N01xaJywI/AAAAAAAABFU/YKbb35A5kpI/s320/you_belong_with_me__by_Blissleep.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;it's true when they say don't go searching for love, let love come on its own. he is not the first for sure, but he is with no doubt, the best i've ever had. he treats me better than anyone else though we may have our flaws. i'll admit, there are still things he have to learn but i am still the happiest being with him. through thick and thin, i'll still love him and always will.&amp;nbsp;we fought, we cried, but nothing's going to make me love him any lesser, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;he's been there for me through it all. even for my worst. stayed up for me when i was sick just to be there for me even though there was nothing he could do to make me feel better, at least, that's what he thinks. as for me, he being there for me has made me felt a whole lot better already. i wish i knew a way to show him how much i appreciate having him by my side through it all cause he deserves the appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mr Darren Shoun Francis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;if you're reading this, i'm truly sorry we couldn't spend today with each other. there's always tomorrow. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; and Mr Darren Shoun Francis, i'm glad to say, i love you very much. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5294216958869259906?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5294216958869259906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5294216958869259906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5294216958869259906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5294216958869259906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-i-belong-to-you-and-no-one-else.html' title='because i belong to you and no one else'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S-N01xaJywI/AAAAAAAABFU/YKbb35A5kpI/s72-c/you_belong_with_me__by_Blissleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-217736523649299071</id><published>2010-04-24T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:01:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you took my hand and i let go of everything i never thought i could.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S9J7R-1krsI/AAAAAAAABFM/2x16poJTc4Q/s1600/Love_by_kikiteo57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S9J7R-1krsI/AAAAAAAABFM/2x16poJTc4Q/s400/Love_by_kikiteo57.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;the title says it all. i never thought life could be so much brighter, so much joy, so much happiness, so loved. that's how life is to me. my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Mr. Darren Shoun Francis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; brighten up my life. i never thought i'll move on. i didn't know i could love again and now with him, this journey will be a great one &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;you're probably wondering, how a girl who's always been down and was never close to letting go suddenly got into a relationship. well, i guess love does wonders. he is my miracle. i loved him yesterday, loving him today and i will love him every tomorrow &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;i love him in so many ways. there's so much going on in my mind right now and i'm distracted by my msn chat, so i shall blog it all next time. bye! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-217736523649299071?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/217736523649299071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=217736523649299071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/217736523649299071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/217736523649299071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-took-my-hand-and-i-let-go-of.html' title='you took my hand and i let go of everything i never thought i could.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S9J7R-1krsI/AAAAAAAABFM/2x16poJTc4Q/s72-c/Love_by_kikiteo57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6239502162369847951</id><published>2010-04-04T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:04:02.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you might be wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S7h86xV-G1I/AAAAAAAABFE/QFhKfCYV0Yk/s1600/d09db63618b1969e8e6a4e40678a90ff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S7h86xV-G1I/AAAAAAAABFE/QFhKfCYV0Yk/s320/d09db63618b1969e8e6a4e40678a90ff.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;it's been long since i've been here. it feels like years. life's been good, life's been great, but sometimes, you can't help tripping over stuffs. i've got my goals, it's time i run for it. it's time i let go, turn my back, and move on for the better. i'll clear my debts and move on without anything hanging me on to you. i'll be happy and i'm sure of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;that's enough about my love life for now. i've been keeping my head out of the water, not letting anything pull me down. i'm done letting people bring me down easily. i shall just pull through those that are pulling me down and live life the way i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;school's been, ugh and interesting! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; why ugh? man, if you were in my class, you would wish you could just go up to someone and give them a slap in their faces. teenagers these days are becoming more like cry babies and drama queens more than ever. dammit, you're 16 this year. someone says something about you, someone look at you weirdly, you know what, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;SUCK IT UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who gives a damn! but people in my class, they cry, and go on whining about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;on the other hand, it's more than ever interesting when you have comedy dramas in your class and your bestfriend singing hi ho in class while sleeping the floor and arguing with your uncle. they are the ones that often brightens up the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;life's a hustle, but i'll keep that smile on me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6239502162369847951?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6239502162369847951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6239502162369847951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6239502162369847951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6239502162369847951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-might-be-wrong.html' title='you might be wrong.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S7h86xV-G1I/AAAAAAAABFE/QFhKfCYV0Yk/s72-c/d09db63618b1969e8e6a4e40678a90ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6478499775400636617</id><published>2010-03-10T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:02:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always worth fighting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S5diDmmEGjI/AAAAAAAABE8/Pg_c0THJBOg/s1600-h/8c1b3b836734c4f9d51afc691e0fc11d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S5diDmmEGjI/AAAAAAAABE8/Pg_c0THJBOg/s400/8c1b3b836734c4f9d51afc691e0fc11d.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;this blog has been dead. &lt;i&gt;woot!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt; no idea why am i happy about that but exams have been suckish and suckier. for my 2010 first test - march test, i ain't hoping for flying colors only failing marks &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;i'll begin with add maths. holy crap, is it add maths or does the teacher who sets the paper has a horrible English. you can do it in class but when you sit for it, i had no idea what is it asking me to do. for the first time, i'm leaving papers blank. then there were questions that i think i knew how to do. i wanted to attempt them but i knew there were going to be a lot of working and when i looked at the marks allocated, it was only 5 marks, so what the hell, i just left them blank. never knew i would do such thing, but, who cares really &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;so then there's moral paper, i had trouble memorizing the definitions of the nilai-nilai. &lt;i&gt;deng! &lt;/i&gt;there's just so much. so, if you're dumb, on your march test, you're going to break your head and remember them. i couldn't do such, so i'll go the smart way. cut the 10 nilais that were coming out and brought it with me &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;owh well, at least it's ending. i just can't wait &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;owh owh owh, since this blog is dead and filled with the past, i shall make it present and proudly say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;I have finally moved on with life. No more sleepless nights and tears dropping anymore &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; I am now more than ever happy with life. You won't believe how great life's been treating me &lt;b&gt;:) &lt;/b&gt;awesome friends, awesome people. Meeting new people is definitely something everyone should do cause you won't know what you'll find. for me, i found something that's making me smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6478499775400636617?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6478499775400636617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6478499775400636617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-616957063224227009</id><published>2010-02-13T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:44:56.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and this moment was meant for you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S3ZiXUZ_7cI/AAAAAAAABE0/1DWK4mv0OPI/s1600-h/xxx_by_6Artificial6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S3ZiXUZ_7cI/AAAAAAAABE0/1DWK4mv0OPI/s400/xxx_by_6Artificial6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a dog, a toy, a puppet. that's just who i am to you. you on the other hand mean so much to me and i want to walk through my journey with you. i would give up the world just to be by your side. that's how complicated this is. one thing i know for now, time is not going to steal away the love i have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; i wish i could have the chance to tell you how i really feel. and when i do, i hope you'll understand. this roller coaster ride of emotions you're putting me through hurts the crap out me but i'm rising up. i'll pull myself through and stand up with a big wide smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;i'm really confused right now. i'm really lost. i'm in a complicated mess, but i know things are going to be alright. &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/3114592600597942212-616957063224227009?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;honestly, say what you want about. call me as you wish. but if there's one thing i have to remind you of, that would be -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; call me a bitch but i think you're only jealous i have great friends and you don't. you'll call them bitches but i call them&amp;nbsp;best friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; you'll never know why i love them till you meet them. call them bitches, but they are the ones that is always there for me. why are you judging us by the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-243584545195291913?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/243584545195291913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=243584545195291913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/243584545195291913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/243584545195291913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-bitch-and-ive-got-class.html' title='i&apos;m a bitch and i&apos;ve got class ;)'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S2p2z1IIUCI/AAAAAAAABEk/aKBkd27c8EM/s72-c/1029-023-38-1084.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2738064219509196122</id><published>2010-02-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:06:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like i'm waiting for something that's not going to happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;love, where are you when i need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;i lost that one person that i want to hate but can't despite all the pain i love him so much. i still do love him and i fear i always will. he may be using me and i won't doubt it. guess that's how vulnerable i am. i let myself to him despite all the pain i have to go through. i wish to let go. i hate how you treat me when they are around. i hate that game you play the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;they say to give you a taste of your own medicine. but i find myself filled with happiness only when i'm with you, only when you're around. how can i possibly be heartless to you when my heart is filled with you. you are my happiness and how can i possibly lose you? they may be more handsome, they may be more cute, they may have a hawter body than you but nothing beats the love i have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;after all that you did, it was only to use me. i'll never understand why would you do so. but like they say, it takes two hands to clap and that's where you no longer complete me. you make me happy, you make me smile, you make me laugh, you bring solutions to my problems when all i see is trouble but you don't complete me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;i'll find that strength in me and go on with my life letting you go. i am not for you to use, i no longer want to be your toy. like they say, it takes two hands to love and it takes two to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-2738064219509196122?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/2738064219509196122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=2738064219509196122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2738064219509196122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2738064219509196122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-im-waiting-for-something.html' title='i feel like i&apos;m waiting for something that&apos;s not going to happen.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3324600506118532286</id><published>2010-01-22T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:28:33.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i adore you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S1myZChMtVI/AAAAAAAABEc/5XZGIEKd4XY/s1600-h/bubble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S1myZChMtVI/AAAAAAAABEc/5XZGIEKd4XY/s400/bubble.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;hello peeps! yes, i got lazy to update about Cameron. been busy with homeworks and book wrappings and most importantly, sleeping &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; nothing steals my sleeping time away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;anyways, back to school. i honestly miss my Mozart class. for one, i didn't had to study much for my two weeks there with an excuse of i'm changing class. two, i actually didn't feel left out there. &lt;u&gt;Melissa Darshini&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Zeela Ophilea&lt;/u&gt; were great companies. great friends too. i miss sitting between them and being called the '&lt;i&gt;bad influence&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;b&gt;;p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;i'm am now studying in arts stream. it was one big difference. the environment there was a whole lot of different. and my two bitches kept on leaving me out. owh well, at least now i'm sitting next to my uncle brandon. i really do hope i can study there for two years and not slack. i really have to gain self motivation and discipline. i need them a lot. &lt;b&gt;:/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;when i first step into that class, i was worried if i can study and kept on thinking if i made the right choice. i guess life is about taking risks and making choices, unsure if you did the right thing and we should just stick to what we have chose. in many ways, i still wish i did not appeal to arts so that i would have those friends i had in science stream to compete with in studies so i would push myself harder to study. &lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt; time for independence. i do hope i'm ready for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;JASMYNE FOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;in many ways, i still wish you didn't move there. come back here. and by the way, you still have not update your blog and it was suppose to be a daily update. whatever happened to that woman? sigh, there's so much i wish i could share with you like we used to in school, but you're no more there. stress just gets to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; you come back soon alright! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;ASAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;enjoy life there woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;:)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;don't forget us. have fun going to school. study hard aye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3324600506118532286?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3324600506118532286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3324600506118532286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3324600506118532286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3324600506118532286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-peeps-yes-i-got-lazy-to-update.html' title='i adore you'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/S1myZChMtVI/AAAAAAAABEc/5XZGIEKd4XY/s72-c/bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-325142244338276047</id><published>2010-01-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:14:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;school's been tiring and sleeping has never been enough for me. school is also a big screw up for now and a waste of my time. i'm studying the subjects i don't want to for two weeks when i can study the subjects that i will the studying and taking. i do hope the teachers in the K class don't start teaching already. otherwise, i'll miss out. i have to wait till after the 15 to be moved there which is a long time and a waste of my time sitting in the pure science class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;there's this new girl in class who sits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;right next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; and i found out she lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; right next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; that's how much we know our&amp;nbsp;neighbours&amp;nbsp;these days. well, she doesn't exactly lives there, it's her aunt's house but on schooling days, she goes to school and then goes to her aunt's house, which is right next to my house, then go home later in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; owh well, at least now i have a walking home buddy and there's no need for mummy to come fetching me and rushing me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;i still owe an update on my trip to Cameron Highland. it was an adventure of a lifetime. i had a wonderful time there. been wanting to blog about it, but i haven't found time yet. this is just a short update for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;this blog after all has to be updated to keep it alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; i will update about my holiday in Cameron soon enough, at least i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-325142244338276047?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/325142244338276047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=325142244338276047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/325142244338276047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/325142244338276047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-you.html' title='it was you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2607324074982579798</id><published>2009-12-28T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:30:43.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you just have to expect the best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SziThHFjZ-I/AAAAAAAABEU/FFuj3YLQUfA/s1600-h/d8b4b1f70ac0274213d7092c5bc284e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SziThHFjZ-I/AAAAAAAABEU/FFuj3YLQUfA/s400/d8b4b1f70ac0274213d7092c5bc284e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;yes, dance christmas party was just over and it was a whole lot of fun &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; cancel out the part where i forgot a lot of steps though. and performance, steps went well but screw the tie man. freaking annoying! &lt;b&gt;grr.&lt;/b&gt; my tie and a few others kept on falling down. annoying giler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*christy plans ahead for shopping days and holidays*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;dad : "you no need go school ar?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;christy : "owh yah hor, school. holy crap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and that was christy not realizing school is reopening. i realize all the holidays and that new year is coming, but not school. my life is just amazing &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;school is reopening, but that won't stop christy from shopping and holiday-ing. my family has just planned a holiday at cameron for this Thursday. plannings were done today and booking was done today. how nice huh. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; i'm way beyond excited to go for this holiday. we're going with Uncle Melvin and family.&lt;b&gt; :))&lt;/b&gt; i was hoping a new year countdown at Sungai Wang Plaza and see Chin, but i guess this would be an awesome one too &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-2607324074982579798?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/2607324074982579798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SziThHFjZ-I/AAAAAAAABEU/FFuj3YLQUfA/s72-c/d8b4b1f70ac0274213d7092c5bc284e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3175129610554621729</id><published>2009-12-25T11:02:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:26:13.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i'm awake the next morning, you're gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SzRLT9vsvmI/AAAAAAAABEM/dUyQaboec9E/s1600-h/All_I_want_for_Christmas__by_LadyLaReina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SzRLT9vsvmI/AAAAAAAABEM/dUyQaboec9E/s400/All_I_want_for_Christmas__by_LadyLaReina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i did not know what to expect for the Christmas because Christmas eve to me was a "&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'m dead&lt;/i&gt;" day for me. turns out, it was not that bad. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; my aimed was 4 or 5A's just like my parents, but i hoped for 6A's if that was possible. yesterday when i got my result, thank God, i got 6A's. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; 1B. B is no doubt for sejarah. all i hoped for sejarah was that it would not be a C on my result slip and thank God it wasn't &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am nonetheless happy about my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esther, if you're reading this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i'm still having my hopes high for you. be in the top 3 classes when you step into form 3 and score that 7A's. &lt;b&gt;^^,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3175129610554621729?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3175129610554621729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3175129610554621729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3175129610554621729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3175129610554621729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-im-awake-next-morning-youre-gone.html' title='when i&apos;m awake the next morning, you&apos;re gone.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SzRLT9vsvmI/AAAAAAAABEM/dUyQaboec9E/s72-c/All_I_want_for_Christmas__by_LadyLaReina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2513160024476384344</id><published>2009-12-19T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:14:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>while you were sleeping,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Syw0MG63XJI/AAAAAAAABC8/U7bwOMWbeL0/s1600-h/photography110.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Syw0MG63XJI/AAAAAAAABC8/U7bwOMWbeL0/s400/photography110.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've been missing lately because i've been sick. it's two weeks now and i'm still sick. it's a week today since i've been having a fever. obviously, i went to the doctor. she did a xray for me, but i guess it ain't that serious or something la. i could not understand her. she took my xray thing for further reading, i ain't sure why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PMR result is finally coming out and Christmas eve. wow, what a nice day.&lt;b&gt; =.=&lt;/b&gt; i wish that Canadian was still here so we could walk into school together and do all those silly things we used to do together. now that she's gone and i still can't believe she's gone, things are not going to be the same. there are times when i even wonder, maybe she's not gone. maybe she's just playing a trick on us or something. then again, i have to come to reality that she's all the way there already. i'm upset she didn't contact me when she reached like she promised and i didn't get the chance to talk to her the other day. &lt;b&gt;:'(&lt;/b&gt; she still has not updated her blog like she promised me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Canadian girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;you better not be breaking promises here alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- christy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-2513160024476384344?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/2513160024476384344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=2513160024476384344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2513160024476384344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2513160024476384344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/12/while-you-were-sleeping.html' title='while you were sleeping,'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Syw0MG63XJI/AAAAAAAABC8/U7bwOMWbeL0/s72-c/photography110.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-1314572831957516035</id><published>2009-12-13T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:41:55.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;today was a day of cam whoring and loads of fun. we had a performance but we did screw a whole lot of steps. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; anyways, i don't have much to say. pictures says it all. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SySz4Ow6yiI/AAAAAAAABB0/NJySbfiEsmE/s1600/m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SySz4Ow6yiI/AAAAAAAABB0/NJySbfiEsmE/s640/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SySzm7LYcUI/AAAAAAAABBs/nV8gdunMsv4/s1600-h/cw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; i am now. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; to be at Sungai Wang Plaza, KL on this 31st. i have to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;i won't tell you who right now. all i have to say is i have to be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6612116608745609953?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6612116608745609953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6612116608745609953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6612116608745609953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6612116608745609953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-for-you.html' title='all for you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4470112288351302906</id><published>2009-12-10T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:00:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love it when you call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SyDtairzzgI/AAAAAAAABBc/aI0u3IKtzaU/s1600-h/BleedingLove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SyDtairzzgI/AAAAAAAABBc/aI0u3IKtzaU/s320/BleedingLove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;being stuck home because i'm sick is boring business. i think i'm having hormones imbalance or something. at least people around me think so. i think i'm fine. why do those people think there's something wrong with me? it's because i check out older guys or you can call them man. i can't deny the fact that they're hawt. screw the age, but i do admire the body figure. i've been doing it quite often and at practically anywhere and anytime and my sister thinks i'm just wrong to be checking out men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the other day at a dinner, i mentioned that my uncle had a nice body, they think i'm crazy. hey, can't help it if he's attractive. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt; alright, maybe at some point, it's wrong to be checking out your own uncle. i guess somethings are just meant to be left unsaid, but, he's still hawt! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;speaking about checking out my uncle, Pei and Mel came into my mind about another uncle of mine. hahah! i've been missing a whole lot of friends recently. &lt;u&gt;Nadine&lt;/u&gt;, for making me laugh all day in class over those silly little things. &lt;u&gt;Pei and Mel&lt;/u&gt;, for making me run from discipline teachers, getting me in trouble everyday especially with egghead, shouting their lungs out as if people can't already hear them. i also miss those days when those two can't keep their hands off me and egghead would be, jealous, according to Pei, and Pei would just shout it out loud that she's jealous no one wants to hug her. &lt;i&gt;gosh, you two, i love you guys!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;sigh, the thought about next year is stressing me out. how i wish we all could be in the same class again. too bad my aim is the arts stream. once in a while, i do consider going into subs but i'm not sure if i would like the subjects. &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt; owh well, stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;christy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4470112288351302906?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4470112288351302906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4470112288351302906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4470112288351302906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4470112288351302906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/12/being-stuck-home-because-im-sick-is.html' title='i love it when you call.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SyDtairzzgI/AAAAAAAABBc/aI0u3IKtzaU/s72-c/BleedingLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8231177586042887656</id><published>2009-12-07T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:40:07.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SxzoanNooyI/AAAAAAAABBU/gU65h0MwcLU/s1600-h/itsy_bitsy_pills___p2_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SxzoanNooyI/AAAAAAAABBU/gU65h0MwcLU/s400/itsy_bitsy_pills___p2_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i miss blogging. well, sort of. i realized i haven't been blogging and that i should. been sick recently so the more i don't touch the computer. even if i do, i don't feel like blogging. i'm still sick though. hoping to recover soon. i have a lot to catch up on. i have to catch up on this blog i'm following. it's interesting. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;school's going to start soon and PMR result is going to be out soon. not sure when though, but, i'm still having endless fun dancing, going out and everything else. i want to go Christmas shopping too. then again, i am not sure when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;-christy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8231177586042887656?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8231177586042887656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8231177586042887656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8231177586042887656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8231177586042887656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/12/excuse-me.html' title='excuse me.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SxzoanNooyI/AAAAAAAABBU/gU65h0MwcLU/s72-c/itsy_bitsy_pills___p2_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6952944700237859072</id><published>2009-11-23T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:11:49.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple butterfly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwqtvcUI-SI/AAAAAAAABAc/qsISjDh3c1k/s1600/14243_178616047932_612047932_2901414_3434955_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwqtvcUI-SI/AAAAAAAABAc/qsISjDh3c1k/s400/14243_178616047932_612047932_2901414_3434955_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Swqt5lGA8ZI/AAAAAAAABBM/ubXug2pz6G0/s1600/16532_1286591407922_1324270013_809627_3734773_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Swqt5lGA8ZI/AAAAAAAABBM/ubXug2pz6G0/s400/16532_1286591407922_1324270013_809627_3734773_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've been working on this post for quite sometime already. i rewrite it over and over again but i could never find the right words. writing this too made me cried. it's really not easy losing those you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;i met her a few years back. 2 years ago, back in form 1 was when i got to know her. we've been through a whole lot of ups and downs together. yes, we had our arguments, disagreements, fights and everything else but nothing could separate us. she tolerated a whole lot of nonsense from me too. many just can't stand me, but she could. sometimes it feels like she's going to crush me any moment, but she doesn't even scold me for annoying her and getting onto her nerves. she makes me laugh over the tiniest things. she was one of them who brought joy and sunshine to my life once again. whenever i felt lost or broken, she was always there. no matter how far she was, she was only a phone call away. no matter how busy she was, she would always have time to listen to my nonsense. when i think about it, sometimes, it feels like she has always been by my side waiting to catch me whenever i fall. she was always there, &lt;u&gt;without fail.&lt;/u&gt; she always had the words to comfort me as if she knew what was going to happen. we had our likes and dislikes, but i have always love her and i always will. regardless how stupid i was, how annoying i was, how embarrassing i could be, how much i get on her nerves, she has never walked out of me. she's been there all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;at first, the thought of her migrating was acceptable. as time drew nearer, it seemed harder. the thought of it makes me want to cry remembering the times we spent together. i no longer remember all the fights, but all those laughters, silliness, stupidity, unforgettable moments just keeps playing in my mind making it harder to let her go. i did not imagine it to be as hard. at first, i thought it was lifeless of her counting down the days before the 15th December. i did not even understand her when she said she was undergoing depression. i guess now i do. everyday, as i press the keypads on the phone and the date shows, i realize December 15 is really near. i was broken when my family plan to go back to Malacca again with my friends isn't going to happen. i was looking forward to it. i was excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;she was one of a kind. don't think i'll ever find a friend like her who not only tolerated me, but for being her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;hey Jasmyne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;this post is for you. gosh it's hard not to cry by the thought of you leaving. love you loads girl. i meant everything i wrote okay! have a blast in Canada. stay positive about it alright. i'm going to miss you very much. things ain't going to be the same without you. will never forget you, Jasmyne Foo. make sure you come back to visit us alright. we'll make time for you. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;- christy &lt;b&gt;:'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6952944700237859072?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6952944700237859072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6952944700237859072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6952944700237859072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6952944700237859072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/11/purple-butterfly.html' title='purple butterfly.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwqtYToMYDI/AAAAAAAAA-s/1SAo36IbnuU/s72-c/2593_60170534066_521574066_1626415_467630_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-1448328452743690769</id><published>2009-11-23T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:38:43.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now it's just me and you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwocE8q7msI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Wrak2HC4S4Q/s1600/884ad38397e58c23d2d6c67c798ed508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwocE8q7msI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Wrak2HC4S4Q/s400/884ad38397e58c23d2d6c67c798ed508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am suddenly back to my blogging mood&lt;b&gt; :))&lt;/b&gt; owh, and in case you're wondering why does my blog look weird, it's the post of Jean Ann that made it this way. she typed continuously without a space thats why. &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt; but, it's fine with me &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've quit plurking, still in love with dancing, tried reading a book but failed - guess i haven't found my reading mood yet, sleeping time is now at 3a.m. or later - haven't been able to sleep earlier. hmm, that's all i am thinking of. i'll be off to Malacca tomorrow for a performance and then i would be staying there till sunday.&lt;b&gt; :))&lt;/b&gt; long enough for me i guess.&lt;b&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;owh yes, i ended up not going 1utama. Uncle James got caught up with stuffs. i guess it's okay la. what can i do right? &lt;i&gt;expect the best and i'll get the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; ^^,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;i am lost of words already. guess it's time i just post this and get along with life. don't wish to be staring at this page so long. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- christy &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-1448328452743690769?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1448328452743690769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=1448328452743690769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1448328452743690769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1448328452743690769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-its-just-me-and-you.html' title='now it&apos;s just me and you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwocE8q7msI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Wrak2HC4S4Q/s72-c/884ad38397e58c23d2d6c67c798ed508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3822579447663478570</id><published>2009-11-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:01:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwlBmopup8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/adbskDDW0CI/s1600/Ever_by_jahshalom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwlBmopup8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/adbskDDW0CI/s400/Ever_by_jahshalom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i spent my day today spending a few hundreds shopping :D thank you daddy. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; thank you mummy. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; i went clothes shopping. still felt heartbroken cause i could not find that blouse i wanted from padini in 1utama. &lt;b&gt;:'(&lt;/b&gt; although my dad didn't quite allow, i am going there tomorrow with Uncle James. sigh, i really hope the blouse is still there. owh please be there! i can't imagine how devastated would i be if it's not there. Kenn just told me it would not be there. sigh. &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gahh the depression is killing me. screw it. music shall just help me for now. back to my vacation and my plans. i'll be going Langkawi, China and Bangkok. i'm fine with Langkawi, a total yes to Bangkok, China.. erh, i did not agree to that. no idea why my dad wants to go there just cause his ex-teacher is teaching there. this is not good. did i mention i don't like the place and the people there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;previously, i was excited for my PMR result, now, gawd, i'm scared &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt; i should started hoping and praying for the best. what's later is already making me crushed and depressed. &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3822579447663478570?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3822579447663478570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3822579447663478570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3822579447663478570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3822579447663478570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-me.html' title='because me :)'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SwlBmopup8I/AAAAAAAAA-c/adbskDDW0CI/s72-c/Ever_by_jahshalom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5086317775952862203</id><published>2009-11-21T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:04:21.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Swf_cKNkOWI/AAAAAAAAA-U/hSSjVP-Bq08/s1600/cETQDx697797-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Swf_cKNkOWI/AAAAAAAAA-U/hSSjVP-Bq08/s320/cETQDx697797-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i am only blogging because i'm annoyed. this post might offend you but you know, what the heck, i blog, i post what i want, you choose whether you want to read it. by the way, this post might not be about you, so don't jump into conclusion. then again, it's just a place where i express myself - my blog, so live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i don't get why cam whores these days loves taking pictures of themselves with the peace sign in front of their mouth. do they not know what it means. sometimes, to me, it just portrait a cheap, desperate self of them. too much of them makes me want to send those pictures to a cheap porn star man whores. perhaps they would like it. &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyways, enough of them. i missed a competition today which could have got me an extra certificate just because of a stupid pain. damn! congratulations though to the rest. they got the second price. yes, it was a group competition. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;- christy. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5086317775952862203?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5086317775952862203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5086317775952862203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5086317775952862203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5086317775952862203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/11/moment.html' title='the moment'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Swf_cKNkOWI/AAAAAAAAA-U/hSSjVP-Bq08/s72-c/cETQDx697797-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4200910831592038231</id><published>2009-11-14T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:30:00.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sv48xjgLcpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dxMeu3SmJrY/s1600-h/d8b4b1f70ac0274213d7092c5bc284e2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sv48xjgLcpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dxMeu3SmJrY/s400/d8b4b1f70ac0274213d7092c5bc284e2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's been ages since i open this page. as usual, it's either i'm too lazy to blog or i have no topic to blog about. &lt;b&gt;;)&lt;/b&gt; currently, i'm hoping for another trip to Melaka with my friends once again. it's going to be the last time i'm ever going down with &lt;u&gt;the canadian!&lt;/u&gt; gosh, why does she have to leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;holidays have been great. i wanted to post about the orphanage trip i went but i got lazy after a few sentences therefore i did not post about. i had a nice time at the trip. back to holidays, there are days when i just stay home and rot in from the computer and the tv the whole day and other than that, i enjoy my days going places &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i still do think i need to have more things planned. then again, the rain is being a pain in the ass. owh, and i'm learning hip hop dance now. phew, it's hard and awesome at the same time. since there won't be a class next week, my teacher asks us to learn from the video we recorded of her dancing. there's 3*8s to learn and gosh it tough cause we don't normally learn from videos. what more her dance is fast and i have to watch the video sideways. all the best &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4200910831592038231?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4200910831592038231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4200910831592038231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4200910831592038231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4200910831592038231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/11/crap.html' title='crap.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sv48xjgLcpI/AAAAAAAAA-E/dxMeu3SmJrY/s72-c/d8b4b1f70ac0274213d7092c5bc284e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-762939819098809267</id><published>2009-11-04T14:28:00.064+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:12:24.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's different now there's you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;anyways, back to melaka.&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven't read the earlier post, read that one first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;the next morning - monday morning. Kenn came waking me up because of a message from Uncle Melvin. &lt;b&gt;gosh Kenn&lt;/b&gt;, i could have slept longer. if i wasn't wrong, the message too did wake Li Kenn up. when i woke up, that bitch face wasn't next to me. the first thing that came into my mind was where that woman went and what the hell is she doing. so i went into the room to check. there she lying down on my bed. i went sitting next to her and there she go again being super loud in the early morning. as obvious as she woke the rest up. except they went back to sleep again. she continued being Pei Shyan and made a whole lot of noise again. &lt;b&gt;gosh. &lt;/b&gt;never ending la that woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;to make her keep quiet, i thought of going outside to watch tv. there they go again with their &lt;u&gt;Chic channel.&lt;/u&gt; i don't like that channel. the models hair and make up are ugly. yes, they told me a hundred times it is suppose to be that way so that they wouldn't draw attention to the hair and let the attention be on the baju. then again, the ugly make up and hair do drew my attention to the head. not long later, the other two came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;then my dad start calling my name again. it was breakfast time. went downstairs, there was a plate of chicken rice ball and chicken and chili. you know the chicken rice chili? yea that. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; called them down, man they take forever. lazy buttocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when they came down, there they go again with that eating a little thingy and telling me they are full. what the hell? they barely ate much. i wonder if they are really full. &lt;b&gt;zzzz.&lt;/b&gt; daddy bought 30 chicken rice balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;in the afternoon, i think my parents had something to do so they left us in mahkota parade for a little while. literally a very short time. we&amp;nbsp; barely did much. more like did nothing.&lt;b&gt; :/&lt;/b&gt; then they picked us up and drove us to the jonker street to buy some food and all. pineapple tarts! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; love them &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; after that, it was straight away to satay celup. ah, i miss that so much right now. while eating satay celup, i thought it would be the last meal before the road so i told them to eat more and all they answered me was&lt;i&gt; "are you sure ar!"&lt;/i&gt; Pei on the other hand went &lt;i&gt;"i am so hungry christy!"&lt;/i&gt; she's always hungry but refusing to eat. &lt;b&gt;grr!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;turns out, they were right and i was wrong. there was still putu piring to go. man you can't miss that when you come to Melaka. delicious! daddy bought for each of them 5 to be brought home and some more for us to eat there. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;yummy!&lt;/i&gt; yes, then again, i made sure they ate them.&lt;b&gt; :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;i have to make an announcement, &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Jasmyne's favourite song is 3 by britney spears!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; i know, shocking right? for once, Pei was quiet. shocking. she went to sleep in the car while i was awake, restless and making noise. kept on disturbing Pei, Kenn and Jasmyne. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; kept on singing the Britney's song too. hahah! i was fun disturbing Jasmyne. after a while, i too went to sleep listening to that song &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;when we reached Subang, i woke up cause Pei's nose was on mine! gosh that mother! she didn't even know she was in Subang until she reached USJ 5 to drop Kenn back to his home. next was Pei. &lt;b&gt;hahah!&lt;/b&gt; seeing her go home was hilarious. she dropped her spongebob which she bought! can't even put on her shoes properly! &lt;b&gt;ahahah!&lt;/b&gt; then i was Jasmyne's. &lt;b&gt;sigh.&lt;/b&gt; i miss them loads when there was a sudden silent in the car when they were gone. &lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that was much about my melaka trip with my hobos and bobo. i'm sure i missed out lots of other details but my brains wouldn't function anymore!&lt;br /&gt;bye! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-762939819098809267?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/762939819098809267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=762939819098809267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/762939819098809267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/762939819098809267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-different-now-theres-you.html' title='it&apos;s different now there&apos;s you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6563404266203858729</id><published>2009-11-04T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:46:58.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you changed it all for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;as much as i loved my 2007 birthday, well maybe not how i celebrated it but who i was with, this year was the bomb! it is with no&amp;nbsp;doubt&amp;nbsp;the best birthday celebration ever! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so here is how it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after performance, we got home at around 11 and Li Kenn and Jasmyne was already there waiting at my doorstep not entering the house i don't know why! we all go get ready and put the bags in the car and off we went heading to melaka! man, it was fun. we didn't sleep at all. wasn't even close to sleeping besides talking and making noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we reached melaka around 1a.m. and straight away headed for asam pedas claypot. yummy! it is my family thing, they love the asam pedas and always have to go for it when we go melaka. so we went. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; we went there and Jasmyne and Li Kenn said that was a lot of people for a time like that. it really actually was a lot of people there. we had to sit separate tables because it was drizzling so we couldn't sit outside and had to sit inside with a lot of people there. my parents and sis one table, me, kenn and jas the other table. jasmyne was stupid, she was staring at an ant! hahah! it was hilarious. so we ate. three people sharing two claypot of ikan pari. at first, the deal was Li Kenn and Jasmyne share one and i can have the other but it ended up with Jasmyne eating the most cause i forced her too. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt; owh and did i mention, the asam pedas that night was really spicy. i have no idea why was it so spicy that night, but it really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when we got home, it was shower time. then, it was sleeping time. or at least, we tried to sleep but failed. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; the room was noisy! Jas and me one bed, sis slept on her bed, Kenn on the mattress on the floor. i couldn't sleep instead laughing and making a whole lot of noise and Jas was annoyed. ahhaha! as for Kenn and my sis, they tried making me quiet by hit me with the pillow! &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt; Jas rather sleep on the floor because i was too noisy. :p but in my house, it's not allowed by Christy Low. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; so too bad Jasmyne. she had to be stuck with me. they all agreed on playing cards to make me sleepy so i'll be able to go to bed then they all would be able to sleep. after playing 1 and a half game, my eyes felt sleepy and i wanted to sleep.&lt;b&gt; :D&lt;/b&gt; they all went sigh on me cause they were only able to play that little. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; Kenn and my sis slept around 3. as for me and Jas, we were still awake. i have no idea why was Jas crying. she kept on sniffing and sounding like she was crying. :S i was already sleepy and being a good girl, i did not disturb them. &lt;b&gt;:) &lt;/b&gt;me and Jas ended up sleeping at 4. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in the morning, we had to wake up pretty early. it was around 11 something 12? early to us, cause we slept so late and was still sleepy when we woke up. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt; we had to go to tesco to get some stuff for my birthday celebration that night. tesco was packed with people. man, i hate going shopping that way. so uncomfortable and you have to rush. &lt;b&gt;zzz!&lt;/b&gt; i thought we had to buy lots, when thankfully, it was just a handful of stuffs. thanks again Kenn for helping to push the trolley. i never like pushing trolley when i go grocery shopping. in fact, you won't see me pushing it too. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after tesco, it was duck mee time. or breakfast time to some. man i miss eating that. we also had cendol. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; my dad kinda made them eat it. owh well, whats the point of coming to melaka if you're not going to try on the food right? &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; after eating, i tried calling Pei to see if she was around so we can fetch her straight to my house since according to my dad after talking to her father on the night before, she stayed somewhere near but some bitch wouldn't pick up her phone i have no idea why! for the&amp;nbsp;bbq&amp;nbsp;tonight, we had to buy kupang. since my dad knew where to buy, we headed for it. it was nearby too. mum asked if we wanted to walk around but i refused to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;no. 1 - it was sunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;no. 2 - there was nothing interesting there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at 3o'clock, daddy said to go for makan again. we were suppose to try the melaka wantan mee which i love, &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; but the man did not sell on that day. owh too bad, so my dad said to try the satay. nice choice daddy. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; Kenn ate pork satay for the first time and some liver satay too. both also i don't eat. &lt;b&gt;:p &lt;/b&gt;i shall stick to chicken &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then we went home to get ready for my birthday celebration that night. Jas and Kenn helped me wash the floor. as for Pei, been waiting for her, but i have no idea where that girl is. taking so long to reach melaka. &lt;strike&gt;gawd!&lt;/strike&gt; after the cleaning was done, we went upstairs throwing our butts on the sofas and the floor. not long later, my dad went yelling my name out so loudly. &lt;strike&gt;gosh! how many times does he want to call me!&lt;/strike&gt; next thing you know, it was that bitchface Pei who finally turned out. Kenn was bathing when she came and that bitchface had to throw her bag on the sofa! &lt;strike&gt;gawd that girl ar!&lt;/strike&gt; she kept on making noise for the toilet but unfortunately, Kenn also locked the room door. told that girl to use the downstairs toilet but she wouldn't. &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's party! here comes the relatives. &lt;b&gt;;) &lt;/b&gt;Grandma's mee goreng was &lt;u&gt;delicious.&lt;/u&gt; i had two plates of that! she also made my favourite, rendang! i, of course had my meal with Pei, Kenn, Jas and my lil sister. frankly, to me, they seemed like they were shy eating or something. i was afraid they wouldn't be full. aye yai yai! their parents might complain! tell them to eat more, but they just wouldn't. my dad's favourite - the &lt;u&gt;kupang.&lt;/u&gt; Uncle Freddy bbqed that for us and Corey came with it to serve us. wait, i can't remember whether it was Corey or someone else. but Corey helped a lot on the serving. &lt;b&gt;thanks darlingg!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;later, they went upstairs and on The Ugly Truth. we only watched the starting of the story actually. Daryl kept on jumping the sofa up and down. surprisingly, Daryl likes the bitchface and &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;thinks she's NICE!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;aye yai yai! not long later, i went down stairs, didn't felt like watching it that night. they all came down stairs with me, i have no idea why. can't just stick their butts upstairs! we sat outside with the coleslaw and the watermelon. i tell you those people wouldn't help me with the coleslaw man! grr! kept on stealing my watermelon! mine people! mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after that, we all went in to the dining table. then something happened and i can't say it here. man it pissed me off! then we had the birthday cake cutting thingy. &lt;i&gt;question, what do you do when you're the birthday girl holding the knife? man, i felt so awkward. what do i do? where do i look?&lt;/i&gt; aye yai yai. i'ma put on a sunglasses next time. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; the cake was nice although it wasn't from secret recipe like daddy was suppose to get me, it was from italy but it is delicious! i still appreciate the BR ice cream cake though. been always wanting one for my birthday but i always end up with secret recipe. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;suddenly my dad came up with the idea of going jonker and river cruising since i, myself haven't went for it. i didn't think that was a good idea because i was the subject on that day and i thought i should stay home. told daddy to bring my friends and i would stay home and he insisted on me going while i go with my friends. after talking and talking, i agreed on going. mummy was taking us. we went up to change, use the toilet and all and off we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was already around 10 something when we reached jonker so obviously they weren't much to see. i love this phrase, &lt;u&gt;"Pei, i have something to say. i just farted."&lt;/u&gt; hahahah! Pei and Kenn got annoyed by me. &lt;b&gt;;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;next the river cruise. when we reached there, the counter lady said the last boat has left. damn! mum tried asking her again, she said she couldn't do anything. so we went to the river since there was nothing else we could do right? there was a dead fish! &lt;b&gt;:O &lt;/b&gt;then there was a man who said we could try asking the counter lady again. hmm. not a bad idea. so we did. and you know something, we got the tickets! &lt;i&gt;yay! &lt;/i&gt;we had to wait for it of course. it left and now it has to turn back to get us. &lt;b&gt;:)) &lt;/b&gt;i, as usual, was the retard one who kept on saying hie and thank you to that man earlier on. well, i can't help being thankful right! because of him we're going for it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;we had so much fun kneeling at the front part of the boat - Hang Jebat no. 18. we were shouting and laughing and had dead fish water in our face! we also said hie to strangers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; this is the best birthday ever. no doubt. the man moving the boat even turned on music for us. i was surprised though i wasn't Malay musics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt; owh and Pei went all retarded over a swimming frog! aiyo ! that girl is retarded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after that, we went home. everyone else went home. it was already 12 something. normally they don't leave that early. i guess maybe it was because the next day they had to work. it is after all a working Monday. i hate Pei. that mother went on my bed although i told her a zillion times to get off it! stupid dead fish water! euw! grr! that woman makes me want to kill myself so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;later, daddy said he was hungry. it was eating time again! &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; asam pedas again too! well it was because Pei was the new one. that night, the chilli wasn't as hot as the night before. i again made Kenn eat his roti canai with it. while eating and finishing, daddy asked if they were still hungry and if they are, he would bring us for a late night dim sum. to me, i still have this thing in me which feels like they're shy. they barely ate much. kept on asking them but they were being sarcastic with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;we went home then.&lt;/span&gt; finally it's bathing time. been waiting for that. dead fish water just doesn't please me at all man! not a bit. with pei going on my bed. &lt;b&gt;ergh!&lt;/b&gt; after bathing, we again tried sleeping but failed miserably. i went watching a movie which i couldn't understand anything while they were in the room playing cards. got bored of the movie, i went to the computer instead. after all, i needed to check out a video. pretty much didn't like them. man i feel stupid. then Pei came out and started talking to me. that girl is forever loud. &lt;b&gt;gawd!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;then again, we tried sleeping. while the others were in the room, me and Pei went down and took a piece of the cake each and drank a can of shandy. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; when me and Pei got into the room, the rest were asleep. but then again, Pei doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut! suddenly Kenn shushed us. i told Pei he's now awake and then she started talking to a sleeping person and yelled to me that he was sleeping. aye yai yai! so i thought of sleeping outside with her. by 5 i was asleep and didn't know anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;till here now, i am lazy to blog about the last day. i will some other time! &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&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/3114592600597942212-6563404266203858729?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*thanks jean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*still not done yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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#3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*yes yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;br /&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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#3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*i think u should take a picture of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*HIII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;*hie jean!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;br /&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;br /&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*dont be stewie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*i love him and only him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*stewiestewie stewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewieste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*stewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestewiestew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*i think u should take a picture of this whole convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*no one would ever waste so much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*copying and pasting this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*i will not close it and take a pic of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*olay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;**okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*i think a video would be cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*ape la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*christychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristychristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*are you okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*no&lt;br /&gt;*its addictifve&lt;br /&gt;**addictive&lt;br /&gt;*i think u should try it&lt;br /&gt;*:P&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*no thanks&lt;br /&gt;*i leave that to my stewie!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*got take picture anot?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*but i did not close the convo yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*dun close it&lt;br /&gt;*or else i cry&lt;br /&gt;*no one can ever wish u as many times i wished u okay!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*once in a lifetimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;**lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*i want to copy this whole thing and post it in my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #3d85c6;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;*cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahaha. yes. some lifeless woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Jean Ann says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*copy di anot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Ty says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #b45f06;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;*yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-7194974173661862177?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2706693158364632607</id><published>2009-10-27T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:26:49.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thank You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucL8MnaShI/AAAAAAAAA8s/479atM7LqI4/s1600-h/DSC02570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucL8MnaShI/AAAAAAAAA8s/479atM7LqI4/s320/DSC02570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucME8eqERI/AAAAAAAAA80/C4B8C5SBh3I/s1600-h/DSC02565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucME8eqERI/AAAAAAAAA80/C4B8C5SBh3I/s320/DSC02565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just had one of the awesomemest birthday today. birthday eve actually. i have to say, i have awesome true friends who have always been there for me without fail and i really do love and appreciate them a lot. my life wouldn't be as bright as it is for me without them. my life is a lovely and wonderful journey &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt; with them. therefore, &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Jean Ann, Ryan, Jasmyne, Li Kenn, Ashley, Daryl, Wei Beng and Ben Sern&lt;/span&gt; thank you so much for everything. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;a great big big thank you to all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the surprise today. i didn't saw that coming. &lt;b&gt;^^,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPVL3LWJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/lzrv74ZAWVU/s1600-h/ashley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPVL3LWJI/AAAAAAAAA9s/lzrv74ZAWVU/s400/ashley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ashley &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPKVoRNiI/AAAAAAAAA88/a6Q6ej1BFjg/s1600-h/ben.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPKVoRNiI/AAAAAAAAA88/a6Q6ej1BFjg/s400/ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ben Sern &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPML6qlUI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pXCt9D5cceo/s1600-h/daryl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPML6qlUI/AAAAAAAAA9E/pXCt9D5cceo/s400/daryl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daryl &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPOuHK2lI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WdKa0w8R-jQ/s1600-h/jas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPOuHK2lI/AAAAAAAAA9M/WdKa0w8R-jQ/s400/jas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jasmyne &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPP4wOwDI/AAAAAAAAA9U/hUnbw5tDsmI/s1600-h/jean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPP4wOwDI/AAAAAAAAA9U/hUnbw5tDsmI/s400/jean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jean Ann &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPRO2vyjI/AAAAAAAAA9c/vZO7LJapuCU/s1600-h/kenn%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPRO2vyjI/AAAAAAAAA9c/vZO7LJapuCU/s400/kenn%21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Li Kenn &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPSxNfX3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/zX0-RV7x4FI/s1600-h/ryan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPSxNfX3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/zX0-RV7x4FI/s400/ryan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ryan &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPY0vgVjI/AAAAAAAAA90/2aBf1KnfM1M/s1600-h/beng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucPY0vgVjI/AAAAAAAAA90/2aBf1KnfM1M/s400/beng.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Wei Beng &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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You.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SucL8MnaShI/AAAAAAAAA8s/479atM7LqI4/s72-c/DSC02570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5483477976994513776</id><published>2009-10-26T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:05:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's going to be a party :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuW4UyiT-NI/AAAAAAAAA8k/LjNEaTQ0Mt4/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_by_bittykate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuW4UyiT-NI/AAAAAAAAA8k/LjNEaTQ0Mt4/s400/Happy_Birthday_by_bittykate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyways, this girl is turning 15. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; it's both good and bad thing for me. the good thing is, i'm still living. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt; and who wouldn't like presents. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; the bad part is, i dislike the thought that now i'm a year older. the word &lt;u&gt;older&lt;/u&gt; just doesn't please me. then again, which girl doesn't love staying young right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;for my 15th birthday, it was my grandma who came up with the idea of having a party. &lt;b&gt;:)) &lt;/b&gt;therefore, the party will be held this weekend on Sunday in my Malacca house. as much as i want to invite my friends there, it's too far. sigh. so i guess it would be Christy and her family this year. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; there is nothing much for me to do for my party. everything seems handled by my family members not only my parents. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;a great big thank you to all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5483477976994513776?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuW4UyiT-NI/AAAAAAAAA8k/LjNEaTQ0Mt4/s72-c/Happy_Birthday_by_bittykate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5418451308720966497</id><published>2009-10-25T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:26:44.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't really wanna dance with the devil&lt;br /&gt;I admit it he's a little too hot for me&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wannt to walk through the fire&lt;br /&gt;The flames getting higher, he's killing me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;party today was fun! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; partied at the Lake View Club &lt;i&gt;@&lt;/i&gt; The Bixby. been there several times already. performance went well. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; good news was we're going to be hired for more performances. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt; anyways, here are the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuRgCsmWxhI/AAAAAAAAA78/wg9Cn3wcyOk/s1600-h/IMG_4737.JPG" 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&amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuKoFcNDDxI/AAAAAAAAA70/xtvqL6xxWmY/s1600-h/dance_dance_by_Young1and1Hopeless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuKoFcNDDxI/AAAAAAAAA70/xtvqL6xxWmY/s400/dance_dance_by_Young1and1Hopeless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;been addicted to a song. i wish to be able to get a choreographer someday and choreograph a ballroom dance for me and him. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; been imagining that. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyways, back to why i am blogging. i'll be having a performance tomorrow. it's for charity. this is awesome! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; although, i do hope i remember steps. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt; went tattoo shopping just now. definitely those temporary tattoos la. bought 10 for the dance members cause we'll be wearing those shirt which you have to tie it around your ribs there, &lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-small;"&gt;if you get what i mean&lt;/span&gt;, so our stomach and back is exposed, so my idea was to put the tattoo on your back. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; since &lt;i&gt;Uncle Mel&lt;/i&gt; and the rest loved the idea, so we're doing it. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;been loving dancing but now i'm wishing to go clubbing so much! i wish Arthur is staying near by. we could go clubbing together. &lt;b&gt;^^,&lt;/b&gt; we kinda find that we have a lot in common in our personalities. he's a nice guy. &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt; coffee addict, enjoys clubbing. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;now, i want my top up. recently, credit has been going so fast. owh sigh. and i want to go out so much!&lt;b&gt; :D&lt;/b&gt; as though i haven't been out though. parents think i'm going out too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;owh, and did i mention. i'm not allowed in school anymore, for this year la. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8331419517108489236?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SuKoBybi_AI/AAAAAAAAA7s/-CMTbcJXimM/s72-c/20090224182458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-644733137902516722</id><published>2009-10-19T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:22:39.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lied to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StxZ0LKE7vI/AAAAAAAAA7c/qvgr2qnL76Y/s1600-h/410fbbc2a590a08e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StxZ0LKE7vI/AAAAAAAAA7c/qvgr2qnL76Y/s400/410fbbc2a590a08e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;honestly, when i first opened this page, i have no idea what to write. i just had the thought that it's time to update my blog. now that i'm on this page with no topic, mood swings and he is on my mind once again. &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;this is not happening.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:S&lt;/b&gt; i guess, once you're used to something and it's gone, it's a part missing in your life until someone fills it up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;i can't concede this feeling i have inside of me. life's been great, no doubt. but, somehow, it's these little ways, i miss those days. when i look back in life, it's that chapter that's always playing in my mind. i will always love that one person for that person has thought me how to love and in some ways, what love means. don't draw life here. don't make assumptions on who is it alright. &lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;that one person thought me how to appreciate the one you love even if you know, the chapter will end someday and thanks to that, i'll be a better girl to my &lt;i&gt;Mr. Sayang&lt;/i&gt; in the future. that one person made me realized and accepted the fact that i did not treat my ex the way a partner should and the way he deserved. &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;well, in a way larh.&lt;/span&gt; then again, the past is not my regret. not that i want him back or i miss him or something &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;, even if it was another guy and i was given another chance with him, i would make it up to him. &lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;i wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;uld. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;at least he would know that although things were not the way we wanted it to be, i loved him. i might have said it a million times before, but then again, i always go with action speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;well, chances of that happening, for some reasons, is very low. so, &lt;b&gt;;)&lt;/b&gt; i guess it's my future &lt;i&gt;Mr. Sayang&lt;/i&gt; who i owe all these to. &lt;b&gt;;D &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;a chance to make it up for my past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-644733137902516722?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/644733137902516722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2595253713026597399</id><published>2009-10-17T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:16:18.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>write the equation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StlefhNpv-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/5u5oXMj7gC4/s1600-h/Ohnoes_by_Alephunky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StlefhNpv-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/5u5oXMj7gC4/s320/Ohnoes_by_Alephunky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i hate period pains. i love the days when you have no period. i hate it so much when i get my period. i have been on a daily supplement, but it hasn't helped much. sometimes, i just feel like giving up and going for a surgery. then again, i get scoldings whenever i make that statement. you just have no idea how much i suffer man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;uncle melvin, i apologize for not following today's class. i really could not stand the pain. will work hard for the performance&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;christy is lack of sugar and blood in the body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;i wonder if that's causing the pain. when i get my monthly menstruation, it is like announced where ever i go. not literally of course. i do not go telling out loud. &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt; it's just that, i go all pale. i cannot eat, i do not want to move much, i freeze although the temperature is so freaking hot - even in a room where the fan speed is at &lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; and blanket &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; comforter is on me, i am still cold. and i'm always in pain taking so much medicines. that's one of the reason why i'm immuned to panadols. been taking that a lot since year 6 when i first had my period. that was hell. till today, it's been hell to me. sigh. my mum is constantly telling me you can't do anything. i wish i knew what to do. i take proper balanced meal daily. greens everydays, but here i am still not enough of sugar and blood as if i haven't taken enough. &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;as of now, &lt;s&gt;[ as if i have not been doing it ]&lt;/s&gt;, i have to band myself from drinking cold drinks. this is not going to be fun. &lt;b&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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equation.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StlefhNpv-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/5u5oXMj7gC4/s72-c/Ohnoes_by_Alephunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5646645194799576122</id><published>2009-10-13T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:24:07.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good girl go bad :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StPwmrqcq2I/AAAAAAAAA68/O998YfQkFbg/s1600-h/b468e83ebac838f0f987a7365e0c0247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/StPwmrqcq2I/AAAAAAAAA68/O998YfQkFbg/s320/b468e83ebac838f0f987a7365e0c0247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;general knowledge - &lt;u&gt;PMR&lt;/u&gt; is over! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;thank God it's over now. time for me to hit the bed! :p haven't been sleeping much since &lt;u&gt;PMR&lt;/u&gt; started. sleep late and awake by 5.30 a.m. while sitting for the exam, i get extremely sleepy and restless. well, the restless part is no shocker. i don't keep still. hahah! never did anyway! i hate those days when i had to sit the papers in the afternoon. my eyes would just shut and i would just fall asleep! &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;now that &lt;u&gt;PMR&lt;/u&gt; is over. i just want to &lt;b&gt;PARTAAYYY!&lt;/b&gt; i want to down beer so much! &lt;b&gt;:D &lt;/b&gt;good girl gone bad &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; when &lt;s&gt;KH paper&lt;/s&gt; finished at 9.40, my heart skipped of joy. then later, i felt free. soon, it felt nothing anymore. ahahah! i'm going to miss that one scene i saw as i walked out the room. &lt;b&gt;^^,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;haven't plan much though but what's for sure, &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; is a month i'm going to enjoy to the fullest. hahahaha! 14 going 15. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; getting a guitar of my own too! wanted to pay it myself, but my dad said it was okay and he's paying. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;THANK YOU DADDY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5646645194799576122?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5646645194799576122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5646645194799576122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8769657386494316205</id><published>2009-10-06T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:34:47.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it' true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SsrEQmwr8UI/AAAAAAAAA60/oWiQ8IR5usA/s1600-h/f_emo1m_8b47ae4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SsrEQmwr8UI/AAAAAAAAA60/oWiQ8IR5usA/s320/f_emo1m_8b47ae4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;maybe it's true, i can't live without you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i sound all emo again right? don't worry about that. i am not. i was reading through stuffs and had a flashback of my past. life has to move on, i can't be dwelling in them and blaming the past. &lt;b&gt;:)) &lt;/b&gt;nonetheless, i have no regrets. will learn from the past and make a better day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;funny how life is when you think about it. love someone with all your heart and the next day when you wake up, he has left, forgot about you. but owh well, that shall not bring me down. his chapter was over long ago. i don't have to realize, i already know. therefore, to me, whether he's going to remember me, or be the jerk who broke my heart, that's not for me to decide. all i know, the chapter has ended. life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you won't be surprise how life seems much brighter even after losing those you loved the most with all your heart. i thought that was impossible a moment in time but here i am, living life, loving life and with Him, i look forward to everyday with a smile on my face, a thought in my mind which says today's going to be a splendid day and people i love which make my everyday a wonderland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i can't express how thankful i am too to those who brought me here today. for all the times i felt down, or thought about the past, i have always thank all of you who brought me here today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as days goes by, the memories i had of him fades away. life's moving on for me. but nonetheless, i am thankful to have met him in my life. although, i do hope i remember all those i need to to tell my future Mr Sayang next time. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just felt down and just wanted to let it out here in my blog. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i feel a whole lot better now. thanks for reading&lt;b&gt;! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;so, bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3114592600597942212-8769657386494316205?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8769657386494316205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8769657386494316205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8769657386494316205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8769657386494316205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/10/maybe-it-true.html' title='maybe it&apos; true.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SsrEQmwr8UI/AAAAAAAAA60/oWiQ8IR5usA/s72-c/f_emo1m_8b47ae4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4841641107068015684</id><published>2009-10-03T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:19:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging around in my bikini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Ssci2T0FJ9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/CikKEXXOhG0/s1600-h/bye_michael_bye_greath_melody_by_scarabuss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Ssci2T0FJ9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/CikKEXXOhG0/s320/bye_michael_bye_greath_melody_by_scarabuss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PMR has been giving me stress and headaches! i go all grumpy easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'm only blogging cause my dad apparently lets me use the computer. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; that's nice! saw the fighter jets yesterday and today. we did not intend to go there to watch the fighter jets' performance, we were just on our way to the dance practice. the performance was &lt;u&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; perfection. &lt;b&gt;:))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to PMR studies. it is getting to me man. i get so angry and pissed. nevertheless feel so stupid when i have to face the papers.&amp;nbsp; i do not know how to answer any shits man. that's what you get for wasting your time all the while over stupid and ridiculous stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;back to the books time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;goodbye y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4841641107068015684?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4841641107068015684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4841641107068015684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4841641107068015684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4841641107068015684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/10/hanging-around-in-my-bikini.html' title='hanging around in my bikini'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Ssci2T0FJ9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/CikKEXXOhG0/s72-c/bye_michael_bye_greath_melody_by_scarabuss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5098991399475799945</id><published>2009-09-28T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:03:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and breathing out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SsCV6aPWobI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XSQAF3nuwDc/s1600-h/c301fee35224432d.png.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SsCV6aPWobI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XSQAF3nuwDc/s320/c301fee35224432d.png.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you'll be surprise what i've been upto lately. &lt;s&gt;STUDYING!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; i guess i got to do what i got to do. have to thank my dad for pushing me to it. he scolded me on the last day of the holiday. &lt;i&gt;"you spend more time on the computer than you spend on your book. you think in a week you can revise all your subject?!"&lt;/i&gt; and christy was just being stupid like she already is. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this might be the last time i'll be updating my blog again until after PMR. can't be online too. to be honest, i don't really know my target for PMR. 7a's is definitely not it. i just hope for the best. &lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;off to get ready for tuition now. updates of me will be on my &lt;u&gt;plurk&lt;/u&gt;. it's in my tagboard tab below why shoutbox. i'll update it like once or twice a day to avoid my karma from going down. &lt;b&gt;^^,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5098991399475799945?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5098991399475799945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5098991399475799945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5098991399475799945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5098991399475799945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/youll-be-surprise-what-ive-been-upto.html' title='and breathing out.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SsCV6aPWobI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XSQAF3nuwDc/s72-c/c301fee35224432d.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4759440041460553330</id><published>2009-09-25T15:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:37:36.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't we all be friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sry4V5PUIpI/AAAAAAAAA6U/OM_kCm1zSxE/s1600-h/6aeed80a11a8f886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sry4qaScwhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NkywsR98igQ/s1600-h/photography042.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sry4qaScwhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NkywsR98igQ/s320/photography042.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;second post of the day. just proves how much i am studying. &lt;b&gt;=.=&lt;/b&gt; mood swing lately. been rather down and thinking much. i realized i am not the only one having mood swings, friends around me too seem to be the same. i wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have came this far. fallen out of love and now i'm asking myself if i have fallen in love with him. i do hope i did not. tough. &lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt; for some reasons again, i do not want to be in love at the moment. but, i guess it's just not our control. well, at least i can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whatever happens, happens. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4759440041460553330?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sry4qaScwhI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NkywsR98igQ/s72-c/photography042.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3901793544524733901</id><published>2009-09-25T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:29:53.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you be my love, muffin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrxGENk12DI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1yx8h8ltS9M/s1600-h/Student__s_Dilemma__by_TheF_cK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrxGENk12DI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1yx8h8ltS9M/s320/Student__s_Dilemma__by_TheF_cK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;yes, &lt;strike&gt;PMR&lt;/strike&gt; is just around the corner and here i am, blogging, playing the computer, watching tv, going on eating spree, sleeping. practically it. been busy changing blogskings lately. i have no idea how many times have i changed my blogskins recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i still have to do my drawing. haven't start also &lt;b&gt;:S&lt;/b&gt; Melissa would know what is it about. it's between me and her. anyway, back to what i was saying, i'm loving my currently blogskins. simplicity. &lt;b&gt;^^,&lt;/b&gt; i'm hoping for a miracle to happen to get me addicted to my books not my alcohol. gosh, bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3901793544524733901?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3901793544524733901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3901793544524733901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3901793544524733901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3901793544524733901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-be-my-love-muffin.html' title='will you be my love, muffin?'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrxGENk12DI/AAAAAAAAA6M/1yx8h8ltS9M/s72-c/Student__s_Dilemma__by_TheF_cK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3359119330482666896</id><published>2009-09-24T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:37:42.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could use somebody.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Srt2AhQk14I/AAAAAAAAA6E/alo-GnZLz98/s1600-h/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Srt2AhQk14I/AAAAAAAAA6E/alo-GnZLz98/s320/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;came back from melaka last midnight. deng, i had a blast. but first, i'll tell you about my night at uncle derrick's wedding. it was &lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;when i first got there, we were kinda late, stuck in the saloon, so parking was a trouble. when we got upstairs, i got to know i had to sit with my family. &lt;i&gt;"ah deng! i wanted to sit with Royston, Tharan, Steffi and my both uncles."&lt;/i&gt; so i went over. next thing you know, there was four spots empty. two was for Granduncle Ken's friends and one for Uncle Brandon, the other one was free, they supposed. they weren't sure. both uncles told me to just sit, quite certain that people won't be sitting there. i still felt uneasy. they did tell me too that if anyone were to come, then i would just have to move back to my family table. owh sigh. later, the two Granduncle Ken's friends came. then, the food came and still no one was there to take my sit away for me. nonetheless, i still felt guilty and uneasy sitting there. &lt;i&gt;"what if someone came? i am eating on that person's plate. that person might get mad at me too."&lt;/i&gt; questions running through my mind, bottom line, i didn't feel comfortable sitting there. Tharan and Royston were great friends who helped me through it. Thank You the both of you. &lt;b&gt;:p&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;the one thing nice about sitting that was that my family weren't around, i had my friends and beer was served. heaven much? tiger beer. i usually take carlsberg. but, no harm drinking tiger. it was awesome too. more or less like carlsberg too larh. by the way, i did ended up sitting there without anyone coming to take my sit away. the sit was empty. thank goodness i sat there. i did tried some alcoholic drink that night. i forgot what was it called. not coming into my mind now. &lt;b&gt;:S&lt;/b&gt; anyway, that drink tasted like nail polish! uncle james poured for Tharan and Royston. added sprite. it's normal to do that when people drink it. i still can't recall what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;soon enough, parents wanted to go home already. no idea why so early. irritating. so drank up my beer. Royston had to pull my glass away from me. he said i was drinking too much and worse, drinking it like water. ahh deng. loving it so much right now. came home all red but it was an awesome night. looking forward to another alcohol night. it's on my must list for my after PMR activities. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;back to melaka, monday was an eating spree day for me. we ate a lot. from melaka to negeri sembilan back to melaka then to Johor just to eat. since i woke up on that day till i went to bed, it was all about eating. it's amazing how i'm still so thin. stick insect. &lt;b&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3359119330482666896?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3359119330482666896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3359119330482666896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3359119330482666896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3359119330482666896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-could-use-somebody.html' title='i could use somebody.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Srt2AhQk14I/AAAAAAAAA6E/alo-GnZLz98/s72-c/Oh__It_Is_Love__by_little_pretty.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-4321345009678162446</id><published>2009-09-18T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:12:44.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cursed by the rain fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrN49Le-HnI/AAAAAAAAA58/jSpPrMt5FhA/s1600-h/photography013.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrN49Le-HnI/AAAAAAAAA58/jSpPrMt5FhA/s320/photography013.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i enjoyed the day, then as always, the unexpected happens. it was already bad enough we were getting screams in our ears, then when my sis came to pick us up, Eunice fell down and hurt herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i can't help feeling awfully guilty. having to be the first person, i feel worse. when she cried, made it anyhow worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eunice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;thousand apologies to you. it was an accident and i wished it did not happen. nevertheless, i enjoyed going out with you. you're just like another Pei Shyan by the way. hopefully you would still go out with us someday. that would be after PMR by the way. guess we are all grounded now huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I'm truly sorry Eunice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-4321345009678162446?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/4321345009678162446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=4321345009678162446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4321345009678162446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/4321345009678162446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/cursed-by-rain-fall.html' title='cursed by the rain fall.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrN49Le-HnI/AAAAAAAAA58/jSpPrMt5FhA/s72-c/photography013.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-2203140189619729341</id><published>2009-09-17T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:34:49.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrIscZsk1BI/AAAAAAAAA50/XOCtj5QyiJA/s1600-h/20081114191853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrIscZsk1BI/AAAAAAAAA50/XOCtj5QyiJA/s320/20081114191853.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;things have been getting on my nerves easily these days. gets me into headaches often and that's why i shall not write about what that got on my nerves cause if i do, most probably get into more headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;PMR reaching very soon enough and i am not close to the word ready or even getting ready. things have been a really bummer in life to me and i, as usual, ends up beating up myself. anyways, back to PMR. owh well, gerak gempur was not really much of a help for me or a student like me. somehow feel cursed by my BM teacher who just doesn't get along with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just hope to be able to put my head to my books next week. holidays started which means study time for me. said that before, hopefully i'll be able to keep to my words this time. i guess i must already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;broken hearted, broken, beaten up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;christy low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-2203140189619729341?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/2203140189619729341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=2203140189619729341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2203140189619729341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/2203140189619729341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-have-been-getting-on-my-nerves.html' title='It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can&apos;t live without you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SrIscZsk1BI/AAAAAAAAA50/XOCtj5QyiJA/s72-c/20081114191853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5076276240510203696</id><published>2009-09-14T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:30:47.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissing-me-off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sq5SwRyFAAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NPi9q-80FLw/s1600-h/nothing_to_see_here_GTFO_plz_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sq5SwRyFAAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NPi9q-80FLw/s400/nothing_to_see_here_GTFO_plz_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my day started of fine ended up pissing-me-off. first was something i can't say here! so pissed off about it but owh well, got to keep my mouth shut about it still. then came to when scold was ending. stupid urine shit. forever nagging and scolding. please for once keep quiet already! what's your point woman?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;"&gt;then when i came back from school, got to know better about a bitch i thought of tolerating but i've changed my mind now after reading something from her. i really hate it when people speaks about my friends regardless how close are those friends to me, as long as they are my friends, i love them. who does that bitch thinks she is? if you ever think people worship you, think again woman. probably people on they're right state of mine think the same and feel the same thing we do. please claim for something that is yours if it's really yours. so stupid to be arguing with the person who will always own it. honestly, who the hell do you think you are man? just cause you suck up to people and people suck up to you, doesn't mean you're liked and worshipped! bury me 6 feet under if that happens man. she thinks she the queen of beauty or something. man, i'm going to puke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ps, you have to bring others down for you to feel good about yourself. wake up woman, you're just worse than any of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5076276240510203696?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5076276240510203696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5076276240510203696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5076276240510203696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5076276240510203696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/pissing-me-off.html' title='pissing-me-off.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sq5SwRyFAAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NPi9q-80FLw/s72-c/nothing_to_see_here_GTFO_plz_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-1491949391947326386</id><published>2009-09-11T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:01:02.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1314 wo ai ni!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;carmen lee! the leng lui i love so so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;to you leng lui! love you loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sqkmq03t-LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/SLwmsgfIuGI/s1600-h/cl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sqkmq03t-LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/SLwmsgfIuGI/s320/cl.jpg" /&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/3114592600597942212-1491949391947326386?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1491949391947326386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=1491949391947326386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1491949391947326386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1491949391947326386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/1314-wo-ai-ni.html' title='1314 wo ai ni!'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sqkmq03t-LI/AAAAAAAAA5k/SLwmsgfIuGI/s72-c/cl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5297659595480956789</id><published>2009-09-09T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:46:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sqe7t0NNzVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/LsJZk7Zt3T0/s1600-h/c3270874a326517c251a0a83b6efb276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sqe7t0NNzVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/LsJZk7Zt3T0/s400/c3270874a326517c251a0a83b6efb276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think something is wrong with me. owh well, something is always wrong with me. i noticed in so many incidents, my reaction and response seem so slow or late. for example, like the one about my chatbox things a few post ago. been in those type of situation a few times already. it's like what the hell? something is really wrong with my reaction responser or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #783f04; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;for some reason, it's not good for me. a good friend of mine says it good, at least you don't have anger issue cause it's not good to get angry easily. if i had the brains, it would be different but i don't think i have any so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;other than that, things are weird to me these days. like yesterday, stupid guy online keep asking me to have sex. dude, the next time i meet you, you are definitely going to get a slap from me. i ignored him but he kept on asking and asking and asking. pissed me off man. i just told him off then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;then today, another guy, who i did not know at all chat with me in facebook cause he added me. after a fine conversation, he asked me to be his girl. i was like what the hell? so i did not reply. ignored him too. then he said to me he was serious and kept on asking me again. to me, it's just stupid. he is like so far away. he does not know me. never knew me and doesn't know anything about me. when i refused and told him why, he said i did not have a faith in possibilities. he said, if one day i learn to accept him, let him know he would come here and stay for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you know who you are, and if you're reading this, this is for you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;dude, it's not about me not believing in possibilities or whatsoever. i may and i may not believe it in, but whatever it is, loving someone means a lot to me. it's not just about you being here and all. there's so much more to it that saying those three words. after all, you don't know me to speak of loving me. i honestly, do not know you at all besides your name and location. thats practically about it. i can't just love you that way. that is just not how things go with me. you'll probably find someone else better out the who is worth you but it's just not going to be me alright. i'm sorry.&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/3114592600597942212-5297659595480956789?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5297659595480956789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5297659595480956789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5297659595480956789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5297659595480956789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-something-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='get real.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sqe7t0NNzVI/AAAAAAAAA5c/LsJZk7Zt3T0/s72-c/c3270874a326517c251a0a83b6efb276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5324922434875014602</id><published>2009-09-09T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:41:02.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SqeEfuuTHQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/O7ceQ-zAy_U/s1600-h/the_Death_of_Mr__Yolkshire_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SqeEfuuTHQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/O7ceQ-zAy_U/s400/the_Death_of_Mr__Yolkshire_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sorry for not updating much. i have not much to blog about and sorry for not blogging about my party too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;party was fun. i somehow was shock about the winners for some category of the competition. once again, loved my teacher's performance. it was awesome! cute cute boy was there! gosh, missed him. haven't seen him so long already. and noh, not the same boy as the one i mentioned in my competition post. owh! i am also inlove with a lip gloss and skin lotion but they are all so expensive. so currently, still have to dream on first. they were one of the sponsors there that night. bottom line, i enjoyed the party. came home at 1.30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;there's nothing else for me to say now. this was one of the reason i did not update my blog for quite sometime. wanted to blog about my party that night, but i was too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5324922434875014602?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5324922434875014602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5324922434875014602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5324922434875014602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5324922434875014602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/hold-it.html' title='hold it.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SqeEfuuTHQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/O7ceQ-zAy_U/s72-c/the_Death_of_Mr__Yolkshire_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5330082679015539031</id><published>2009-09-04T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:30:52.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still all alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SqEHWDu5JFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/xG_daX4-GQQ/s1600-h/umbrella6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SqEHWDu5JFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/xG_daX4-GQQ/s320/umbrella6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 days of gerak gempur over, 6 more freaking days to go. man, time is flying pretty fast. received my timetable already. it's like receiving your death certificate before you're gone to let you know when you're going. this sucks. still do not have much confident for PMR. no shocker there. i haven't been studying much either. it's a month away from PMR now. i somehow, someway, have to find some effort in me to study. anyways, that is as far as i'm going about exams. sick of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i'll be having my dance class party tomorrow. held annually. a grand party. i am looking forward to it, but don't feel as excited. what i'm really looking forward to is my uncle's wedding. time i can get drunk. although it's going to get me into hot soup, but who cares. parents would be around but thank goodness my aunt was nice enough to put me sitting with my friends and beloved uncle of mine. don't think i should be mentioning names here. :D later that night, my beloved uncle of mine said to go clubbing, darn you uncle, can't even bring me go clubbing! "it's very dangerous for you" =.= but we'll be going with relatives after the dinner, which is not a good thing for me cause parents would know. i talked to my dad about it before, he said i can go once i'm 18. he didn't say i can't go now, he just said later i get caught and all. sighs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;moving on, i did not know there's a line dance class held in our school foyer c! passed by there yesterday and just now, say people dancing there. i could not tell which is the teacher though. too many aunties. not interested of joining them. i guess that's a beginner class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5330082679015539031?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5330082679015539031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5330082679015539031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5330082679015539031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5330082679015539031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-still-all-alone.html' title='i&apos;m still all alone'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SqEHWDu5JFI/AAAAAAAAA5M/xG_daX4-GQQ/s72-c/umbrella6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5205082119349549946</id><published>2009-09-01T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:47:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly, fuck off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sp0WBcWq1tI/AAAAAAAAA5E/l-HPo5nsxNE/s1600-h/photography011.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sp0WBcWq1tI/AAAAAAAAA5E/l-HPo5nsxNE/s400/photography011.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;after a nice day yesterday, it ended with something that pissed me off. it was more like a late reaction. someone as randomise posted in my chatbox commenting about how shit ass my blog is and about my blog name up there in this page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at first, i replied, "erh, i look like i'm going to care larh. fyi, no one told you to read my blog anyway" at that moment, that was all i could reply, didn't felt angry or anything. after a while, i thought, why should i keep it there right, not reason to. so i deleted it from my chatbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nonetheless, later, i felt damn pissed. no idea why i suddenly felt pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"&gt;to that person who posted in my chatbox, as you named yourself - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #c27ba0;"&gt;randomise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: small;"&gt;, i am now no longer pissed at you but my blog is where i write what i felt like writing when i open this page, what i did, what i felt, what i went through, basically anything i wanted to. by all means, do not read it if you do not want to. you probably dislike me or something, but don't let me be the reason you get all mad, angry, annoyed or whatsoever. live you life happily. smiles always! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;honestly, it does get boring when you go blog hoping and read about people's life especially when it doesn't involves you or concerns you. i do get that feeling sometimes but that's no reason for me to leave something bad in someone's chatbox, start making fun of people or anything. it's their life after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5205082119349549946?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5205082119349549946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5205082119349549946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5205082119349549946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5205082119349549946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-fuck-off.html' title='honestly, fuck off!'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sp0WBcWq1tI/AAAAAAAAA5E/l-HPo5nsxNE/s72-c/photography011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-7197734152740263899</id><published>2009-08-30T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:23:09.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you leave me breathless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i breathed in so much of hairspray today. more like too much. phew. owh well, it's what you get when you're in a crowd of girls huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in case some of you forgot, i had my Malaysia Open Dance Fest '09 today. it started off fine. fell in love with a guy too. man, love at first sight. he was so cute! hawt some more! you should have been there. hip hop dancer. talented one too. owh gosh. :S he left me speechless. caught my attention most of the time he was around and visible. distracted me from watching the competition too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it started with the introduction and all. you know protocol right? introduced the judges. emcee and DJ. as the competition went, i realized they kept cutting people's music disabling group to perform their ending post or whatever steps after 3 minutes. annoyed me at first. then later we were cleared by the emcee, it was already stated in the form about the music having to be only 2 minutes 30 seconds. many groups, including our group did not noticed that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rush rush rush! we have to get it done in 3 minutes. they were being linean to us. quick practise here and there, and we were managed to coordinate it. then comes our turn to get on the dance floor, we danced it, not the best we could, but we danced and forgot about the 3 minutes thing. a little screw up there but owh well, whatever happens, happens larh. what can we do right. it was unexpected after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;later, after we were off the dance floor, emcee called for our trainer and the group before us's trainer. heart pounding. uncle mel expected us to be disqualified. apparently, yeah, we were disqualified for the line dancing category and was drafted to the hip hop category. according to them, both the groups that was called was too good for line dancing. [ fyi, i am not flattering here. it was what that was said. ] but as for the other group, they can't be drafted to hip hop as it was a line dance. ours couldn't be counted as a line dance due to our routine which doesn't include all the members at certain times. that was not line dancing. so we had to be drafted to hip hop category.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i was happy we weren't disqualified. at least we didn't came all the way here just to waste our whole day. at first, they wanted to put us in the Hip Hop Team Open but my instructor disagreed because we are not hip hop dancers here FYI! so yeah, after discussing, they put us under the Hip Hop Team Junior category. a relief there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;soon enough, that relief was just another disappointment. we saw the hip hop dancers practicing out there and wow, they are good! we are nothing compared to them. even my dance principal said it's going to be impossible for us to win. pathetic. we don't blame her for that discouragement. it's what we all said. hip hop dance have all those stunts which apparently, we do not have any in this dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;tired, exhausted, sleepy. we just wanted for forfeit and head home. after a long period of time just sitting around, we finally managed to get our instructor to agree on forfeiting in this competition. why waste time right? we are all, after all, all tired and sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;as we were walking out, our instructor went to talk to the judges to inform them we quit the competition. with a smile on my face, looking forward to go home, i head to the car, nicely changed into my flip flops ready to go home. suddenly, my instructor came to us saying that they discourage us to quit. they said we have a big chance of winning and it's going to be our category's turn already. i was like, omg! my shoes! so i said, whatever larh, why not give it a try larh. since it's soon already, give it a go larh. they all agreed and off we went back to the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;this time, we did not screw up as much. we actually did quite good. then i am suppose to blog about the dancers i saw here. frankly, i am out of words. i loved, the guy i was mentioning about earlier, group's performance. it was awesome! many of the Hip Hop Team Open were awesome but to me, his group and their friends' group were awesome. talented dancers. salute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;next come the result, amazingly, miraclely, we made it on the second spot. i have to admit, our members were the oldest amongst the other groups there but frankly, those who deserved won. not flattering again alright. round of applause to those who got the first place for this category. well, like i said, they are hip hop basis. we're not. so yeah, they deserved it more. the ones that were below us, they were cute. kinda good, on my point of view, they still look new. there's much more space for improvement and perfection. as for us, i guess we were lucky and we won what we deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so at the end of the day, we had 2 certificates, the participation certificate and the 2nd placing one, a medal and the group won RM 200, which was decided to be kept into our tabung. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it was a tiring day, but it paid off. :D&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/3114592600597942212-7197734152740263899?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/7197734152740263899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=7197734152740263899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7197734152740263899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/7197734152740263899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-leave-me-breathless.html' title='you leave me breathless.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8361044362757422172</id><published>2009-08-28T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:19:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bags.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SperOqgsP-I/AAAAAAAAA40/5S3LyzLySN0/s1600-h/shopping-girl-illustration-thumb2528633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SperOqgsP-I/AAAAAAAAA40/5S3LyzLySN0/s400/shopping-girl-illustration-thumb2528633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374952948707901410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christy&lt;/span&gt; is back from shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;. at first, we were there for the popular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;book fare&lt;/span&gt; then we ended up going shopping. :D thanks and sorry again daddy. the fun about we, sisters, we always spend our dad's money and get him to face the music. we love you daddy! always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought two sandals. one at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt; for RM36 and the other one at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;erh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, i kinda forgot what shop was it. that sports shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that was for RM75. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;owh&lt;/span&gt; well, love that flip flops very much. so comfortable! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;thanks daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also became a member of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PADINI&lt;/span&gt; and Popular. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; cool! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; this is so fun! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8361044362757422172?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8361044362757422172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8361044362757422172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8361044362757422172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8361044362757422172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/bags.html' title='bags.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SperOqgsP-I/AAAAAAAAA40/5S3LyzLySN0/s72-c/shopping-girl-illustration-thumb2528633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3548687063609155524</id><published>2009-08-28T01:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:58:53.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SpeqNNbnweI/AAAAAAAAA4s/K1mXAGr2Eic/s1600-h/black,and,white,inspiration,love,quotes,typography-222b016e838d3a4cd14c186fe4de288d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SpeqNNbnweI/AAAAAAAAA4s/K1mXAGr2Eic/s400/black,and,white,inspiration,love,quotes,typography-222b016e838d3a4cd14c186fe4de288d_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374951824210510306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:115%;" &gt;i have successfully once again changed my blog skin after a long time not touching it. special thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Esther and Jin Hui&lt;/span&gt; who has helped me to choose the blog skin. wouldn't have complete it if it wasn't for the both of you. thank you so much once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:115%;" &gt;i realized the column one the left can be hard to read. no worries there. it's late now and i have to wake up early later, so i shall not get started with it for now. hopefully, i would be able to edit them sometime later or on another day. thanks all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3548687063609155524?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3548687063609155524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3548687063609155524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3548687063609155524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3548687063609155524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-over.html' title='it&apos;s not over.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SpeqNNbnweI/AAAAAAAAA4s/K1mXAGr2Eic/s72-c/black,and,white,inspiration,love,quotes,typography-222b016e838d3a4cd14c186fe4de288d_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-609521651378968508</id><published>2009-08-27T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:26:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they don't know us anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SpewsH06shI/AAAAAAAAA48/wpNFY808gh8/s1600-h/photography005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SpewsH06shI/AAAAAAAAA48/wpNFY808gh8/s400/photography005.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374958952351707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what's new with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;owh well, first of all, i am damn right very annoyed right now. i actually finished typing this whole post just now. typed a long long one, somewhere, somehow, i pressed something, and poof! my whole post was gone! ergh! pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my holidays this time isn't as boring as how my holidays usually were. at least this time, i went out a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;monday, went out with my uncle james, uncle brandon and aunty stephanie along with my younger sister. went there using train then the monorail. something i rarely do. the monorail part - i never sat. owh well, another experience for me. didn't know they were so cheap. should use them more often next time when i go out with my friends. what do you think? anyways, we did nothing much in times square but i had fun with them! at least i did not have to lock myself at home now did i? :D owh owh owh! and i have to say, KL people can be really rude at times. it's just the way the peoples there were. i didn't not quite like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;tuesday, it was more to house chores for me. i did not grumble much though. surprisingly. during the night time, after dinner, i went subang parade with my family. didn't buy much, but i'm still thankful that they brought us out instead of looking us at home practically doing nothing besides throwing our asses on the sofas. and, i did have fun too with my sister. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;esther, you know what i mean! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;now comes wednesday! i went to visit cedric with ian! yay! been wanting to visit him for quite some time already but didn't had the time and permission to and finally were able to! yay! smiles to that! :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;thanks again ian.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;as for you cedric, glad that you're fine. although, take good care of yourself there alright! freedom's on the way! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;holidays are holidays and i'm just being the typical christy i am. i haven't study much. more like nothing at all. everytime i open a book to study, either my sister, who apparently loves me too much, or my parents come distracting me. so there goes my study time. so basically, i opened the book for a while and studied absolutely nothing due to the disturbance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i still have not much planned for my holidays though. i'm booked by my dad on friday. as for saturday, i'm having a competition coming up - malaysia open dance fest, which i have to be there by 8 and ends at 6. man, i'm going to be dead tired on that day. this is no fun. will enjoy my time with my friends though. love you all! then comes sunday, i'm still wondering if i should go countdown with my friends though. never thought of going to a merdeka countdown, but owh well, since i'm a malaysian, why not give it a shot right. afterall, every reason to be with friends! :D not forgetting, my day today, thursday. i have nothing to do today. still wondering what should i do. owh well, whatever happens, happens alright? that shall be my quote for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;lastly, nevertheless important too. i'm considering of putting my blog private. the part that i hate about it is that, what about my friends who do not have a blog account. sigh. and and and, i would have to invite one by one. there's a blog authors option, but i did not want someONE to read my blog. yes, only that ONE. pathetic much? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i wish to hear from you readers out there alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-609521651378968508?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/609521651378968508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=609521651378968508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/609521651378968508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/609521651378968508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-dont-know-us-anyway.html' title='they don&apos;t know us anyway.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SpewsH06shI/AAAAAAAAA48/wpNFY808gh8/s72-c/photography005.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3138328694023280486</id><published>2009-08-19T17:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:03:18.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life gives you lemon, make lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SovFFjzd4oI/AAAAAAAAA4k/g4f4vJFQjwE/s1600-h/photography007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SovFFjzd4oI/AAAAAAAAA4k/g4f4vJFQjwE/s400/photography007.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371603679870575234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:115%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there goes that me going blank again when i open my page. sigh, i should consider having a journal. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i'm just going to blog about the tiny things that come to my mind now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;school started again after the trials. owh well, there was no holidays first to begin with so obvious school will start. my results, owh sigh! could have scored that 100 for maths. could have gotten that A for kh. but owh well, what happened happened. i am still awaiting for my bm results though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yesterday and the day before, pei did not come school. some girl claimed to be sick. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ugh!&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry mel you had to tolerate my retardedness! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; i love you mel! i did had fun with her. wetting her up, making her angry, singing my marks to her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;awh man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;anyways, i also realised people these days are all getting pregnant before marriage. speaking about that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i have nothing against it, but my hopes and prayers are with you who are in that situation. i hope things will go on and you'll live a happy and wealthy and healthy life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3138328694023280486?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3138328694023280486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3138328694023280486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3138328694023280486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3138328694023280486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-life-gives-you-lemon-make-lemonade.html' title='when life gives you lemon, make lemonade'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SovFFjzd4oI/AAAAAAAAA4k/g4f4vJFQjwE/s72-c/photography007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3284986316453214265</id><published>2009-08-10T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:44:36.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluek!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sn-_viaXwVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ySxx8Gp6g0U/s1600-h/sick_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sn-_viaXwVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ySxx8Gp6g0U/s400/sick_by_meppol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368220104261091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;today, i was still sick. still had my upset stomach but you know what? why let that pull me down right? so took my drugs and went to school trying to put up with the pain and tried my best not to show it. i think i did a good job on trying not to show it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bm paper 1 was rather difficult, sej was shit! i did not know how to do anything man. i just randomly picked the answers. i finished it quite fast and didn't bothered checking it again. i knew i'll definitely get it wrong anyway. i don't know the answers to them at all. bm paper 2 was.. erh, it was okay except bahagian B was nonsense. i had no idea what to write at all. as for novel, i wrote a short paragraph. probably the shortest one ever :) i do hope it's 50 words though although it doesn't seem to be like 50 words there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;anyways, i still do feel sick. having a stomach ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and gosh don't i get annoyed by people who comes to me asking me to buy them in friends for sale. omg, let your value go up when people buy you larh. quit asking people to buy you please! this doesn't apply to everyone alright. only to some. some are my close friends so i don't really mind much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-3284986316453214265?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/3284986316453214265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=3284986316453214265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3284986316453214265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/3284986316453214265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/bluek.html' title='bluek!!'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sn-_viaXwVI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ySxx8Gp6g0U/s72-c/sick_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-566554459628163208</id><published>2009-08-09T10:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:39:03.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this beat is sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sn41O-90EoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/c5c99Mic74Y/s1600-h/photography009.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sn41O-90EoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/c5c99Mic74Y/s400/photography009.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367786337408914050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christy&lt;/span&gt; is sick!&lt;/span&gt; =.= not a good thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FYI&lt;/span&gt;! trials is tomorrow and i have not touched my books. maybe i did, i moved it here, moved it there but did not open it to study! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was just horrible to me. wanted to eat but couldn't! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i did i vomited! man, this feels like a pregnant lady! :O haven't ate the whole day yesterday. been having cold feet till today. also, cold sweat. not good at all man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i fall sick like that. its like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; already thin enough and whenever i fall sick like that, i get thinner! how much more thin do you want me to get man! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zzz&lt;/span&gt;. trying to gain fat here although i seem to be failing that cause what happens? i lose weight instead! man, this sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, till here now. i have to get back to my drugs and my bed. sigh. what a weekend! can't even focus on my studies and the papers starts damn right tomorrow. all the best and good luck to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3114592600597942212-566554459628163208?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/566554459628163208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=566554459628163208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/566554459628163208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/566554459628163208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-beat-is-sick.html' title='this beat is sick.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sn41O-90EoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/c5c99Mic74Y/s72-c/photography009.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8707820092592398763</id><published>2009-08-04T23:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:02:21.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do i begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SnhTPt8YwxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/-zpb2taUyRk/s1600-h/photography029.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SnhTPt8YwxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/-zpb2taUyRk/s400/photography029.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366130485507965714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:120%;"  &gt;thousand apologies for not updating my blog for so long. been wanting to but every time i open this page, i am blank of words. i can't see to remember nor recall those thoughts i had in my mind to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i'll be attending this year's prefect dinner. it would be held at Hotel uitm, Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:120%;"  &gt;th of August at 7.30 pm to 11 pm. with the theme - royal ball. i am only looking forward to it just to spend the night with my friends there. cheers to the night with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh, cheers? deng, now i want my carlsberg. if only they would let us drink that night although not sure my parents would allow. :p who cares. i just want to drink. :D enjoying life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't started my studying marathon by the way. exam is like on monday? really need to catch up loads although i don't seem to bother much :/ all the best to me. cheers to that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to blog about these days actually. ever since i was active in plurk, haven't been blogging much. [obviously] therefore, again, READ MY PLURK BOX! i don't think you can response to my plurks, but you can always response to them in my cbox okay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8707820092592398763?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8707820092592398763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8707820092592398763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8707820092592398763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8707820092592398763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-do-i-begin.html' title='where do i begin?'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SnhTPt8YwxI/AAAAAAAAA4M/-zpb2taUyRk/s72-c/photography029.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6317269132054082912</id><published>2009-07-23T14:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:59:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i treasure you in my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgPLXwjYqI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QX8E4A_r1fI/s1600-h/DSC01935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgPLXwjYqI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QX8E4A_r1fI/s400/DSC01935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361552044415214242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i haven't post about my friends quite sometime already. this post will be for melissa and pei shyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;first thing first, i love you both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;they are one of my friends i adore lots. many said loads about them. mostly the bad about them. my point of view is that, if you haven't get to know them and just judge them by what you see on the outlook even for a few times but do not talk to them and hang out with them to get to know them, you wouldn't like them. you'll think these two people are bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;earlier, i did not know them. i just knew them by their name and see them at random times in school. only this year i got to know them and befriended them and i realised, they can't be judge without knowing them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this is why i love them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;they are crazy, rude, bitchy and so much more. but most of all, they are my best friends! they talk about you, bitch about you, hate you but they don't take it to heart. they still love you. they enjoy life and bring laughter to your day by the little things they do. silly, they are. frankly, i look forward to everyday i spend with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;we've been through a lot of shits for each other. but despite all that, i love them. they made me experience things i don't think i ever would without them regardless whether they are good or bad. its what we do for each other. but behind it all, we all enjoy ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;call me stupid, i love them still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are one of those i can count on with my problems whether its big or small because they always turn my problems to laughter and at the end of the day, i'll forget them. through my roller coaster ride of emotions, they have always made me feel a whole lot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;when i'm lonely and down, they are always there for me regardless where i am. they have their flaws but you know what, i don't mind them, instead, i love them for who they are. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;[gosh, i've been saying i love them too much. owh well, i honestly do.] &lt;/span&gt;even for the times i can't hang out with them for duties or something, they have always made time and sacrifice for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, my current duty is at the toilet. recess time is when people relax themselves, take a break, go for lunch. i never expected my friends to be at the toilet with me but pei and mel made a difference to it. they buy their food and hang out there with me regardless having to eat near the toilet. anyways, who would want to hang out at the toilet right? they were there for me keeping me accompanied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;words can't explain how i feel towards them as a friend. not to mention, i ain't that good with words either! :D let's just say, i love them loads and will always remember them. i am nevertheless grateful to have them with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgLSXF1KEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LkK5wmOdyG0/s1600-h/DSC01922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgLSXF1KEI/AAAAAAAAA3s/LkK5wmOdyG0/s400/DSC01922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361547766448597058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgLS-BigEI/AAAAAAAAA30/zYpmdv3Ac3o/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgLS-BigEI/AAAAAAAAA30/zYpmdv3Ac3o/s400/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361547776899579970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6317269132054082912?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6317269132054082912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6317269132054082912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6317269132054082912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6317269132054082912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-treasure-you-in-my-heart.html' title='i treasure you in my heart.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmgPLXwjYqI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QX8E4A_r1fI/s72-c/DSC01935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8681182757409777816</id><published>2009-07-20T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:08:38.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i nevertheless love her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmQWj_ocr2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Lwt-Qul47t8/s1600-h/photography026.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmQWj_ocr2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Lwt-Qul47t8/s400/photography026.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360434264110051170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;last friday, people came to our class and gave all the girls a book from kotex. there was this section where you write about your friends and this was what pei shyan wrote about me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1. Ini kawan-kawan saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;tuliskan nama-nama mereka di sini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy Low :D&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Nadine Asha&lt;br /&gt;Trumanaa Wee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2. Bulatkan perkataan yang menggambarkan kawan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Kawan sejati saya adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the ones she circled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periang&lt;br /&gt;Memahami&lt;br /&gt;Ringan Tulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tidak&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Memberi Sokongan&lt;br /&gt;Ceria&lt;br /&gt;Bijak&lt;br /&gt;Kelakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;the ones she did not circled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur&lt;br /&gt;Berbakat&lt;br /&gt;Baik Hati&lt;br /&gt;Bermurah Hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;3. Seorang kawan yang saya senang berbicara ialah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cakap terlalu banyak sampai saya pekak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;4. Dia senang dibawa berbincang kerana .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;tandakan / kepada ayat yang sesuai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ Mengambil berat tentang saya tidak kira apa saja&lt;br /&gt;/ &lt;s&gt;Tidak&lt;/s&gt; mudah mempengaruhi saya.&lt;br /&gt; Mendengar tanpa mencelah.&lt;br /&gt;/ Memahami perasaan saya.&lt;br /&gt; Bertanya apa yang saya fikirkan.&lt;br /&gt;/ Mempunyai idea yang bernas.&lt;br /&gt;/ Memantau pergerakan saya.&lt;br /&gt;/ Boleh menyimpan rahsia tetapi jika hanya ianya terlalu penting haruslah memberitahu kepada yang lebih dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;5. Saya seorang kawan yang baik kerana&lt;/span&gt; saya sentiasa membuat dia bodoh! dia sangat annoying tetapi saya masih berkawan dengan dia walaupun dia retarded dan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TIDAK MURAH HATI&lt;/span&gt; saya amat menyayanginya :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;6. Berikut merupakan 10 perkara yang saya suka lakukan bersama kawan-kawan saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 IOI mall&lt;br /&gt;2 mencuri barang&lt;br /&gt;3 ENS mamak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;7. Apakah yang boleh mencacatkan persahabatan kamu dengan kawan kamu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm... kovina! dan isaac kek! urm.... dan.... nadine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;8. Oleh itu, untuk mengekalkan persahabatan yang baik saya harus&lt;/span&gt; sentiasa mengikut dia ke mana2 jika dia ditandas memberak, saya masih akan mengikuti jika dia mati, saya akan.... mati juga tetapi saya perlu mati dulu! saya akan mengahwininya! saya mencintai dia terlalu banyak! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8681182757409777816?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8681182757409777816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8681182757409777816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8681182757409777816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8681182757409777816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-nevertheless-love-her.html' title='i nevertheless love her.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmQWj_ocr2I/AAAAAAAAA3U/Lwt-Qul47t8/s72-c/photography026.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5726608893600137305</id><published>2009-07-18T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:34:56.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today i dance with sorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmFrh8ipDwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/SGIwnx7Xg6M/s1600-h/photography074.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmFrh8ipDwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/SGIwnx7Xg6M/s400/photography074.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359683262478880514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;although it was just a short period, i now chose to close the chapter of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;he now has someone else is his heart. all i ask now is that she doesn't break his heart. nevertheless, i feel stupid to have fallen for him. these are the moments when we all wish we could turn back time. owh well, what happened, happened. funny how i fell for him. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i guess i don't have a space for a guy like him anymore in my life and there's more to life i should be looking forward to than to dwell in the past hoping for something which is already long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ps, although he is another one of them who made a mark on my heart, i still do love all of my friends out there and you, my friends, are those i cherish the most. my life wouldn't be worth living for if it wasn't for ALL of you regardless how much you have done for me cause even the tiniest thing you do made me smile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5726608893600137305?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5726608893600137305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5726608893600137305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5726608893600137305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5726608893600137305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-dance-with-sorrow.html' title='today i dance with sorrow.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SmFrh8ipDwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/SGIwnx7Xg6M/s72-c/photography074.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-1480090602589356195</id><published>2009-07-15T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:42:07.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets just live life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sl3OQFFTk6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/V24nnksgmfA/s1600-h/photography105.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sl3OQFFTk6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/V24nnksgmfA/s400/photography105.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358665907278418850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;in a way, i think i have fallen in love. its both good and bad. maybe i misunderstood things. maybe i took things the wrong way. maybe he sees them as something else. being where i am today, i often feel like i'm on a roller coaster ride. life is a roller coaster right? there are times, i just feel like dancing and there times, all i want is to lock myself, alone in my room and cry it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i try not to cry much though. why let it get to me right? i try to put this topic aside out of my mind so it wouldn't affect me. it's just the wrong time to fall in love with someone who doesn't love you in return. but who knows right? i'm do not know how he feels in return but i do not take it as a yes cause if i do, i'll get all depressed over little things that just get to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;to you readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;please do not simply assume who the person is. =.= i ain't in the mood for the nonsense gossips and talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;plurk! owh well, if you read my plurk box in my tag column, i have been plurking and updating it very often recently. more like too much. my karma went down all because i plurked too much. =.= want to plurk so much right now but i don't think i should to avoid to avoid my karma from going down. how pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;alright now. i have nothing much to blog about already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;ps, read my plurk box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-1480090602589356195?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/1480090602589356195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=1480090602589356195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1480090602589356195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/1480090602589356195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-just-live-life.html' title='lets just live life.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sl3OQFFTk6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/V24nnksgmfA/s72-c/photography105.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5630197914460969311</id><published>2009-07-15T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:59:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dreamt about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sl1a0T31ZDI/AAAAAAAAA28/md21Bf59EtA/s1600-h/2149spf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sl1a0T31ZDI/AAAAAAAAA28/md21Bf59EtA/s400/2149spf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358538986374915122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;it breaks your heart when people you know, become people you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;when you can walk right past someone as if they were never a huge part of your life you used to be able to talk for hours on the phone and now you can't even look each other in the damn eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;it completely breaks your to know good things change; and there's nothing that you can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friends in school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry for not turning up today! wasn't my intention to skip school today. i just didn't get up this morning. xp i didn't even hear my alarm to begin with. probably cause i was too tired or something. i just got up from my sleep at 12. so yeah. xp parents woke me up when it was too late just now twice just to ask me why i did not attend school. sorry mummy daddy. it wasn't my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyways, i also apologize for not updating my blog much these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no 1. i have no idea what to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no 2. i'm kinda lazy too. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5630197914460969311?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5630197914460969311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5630197914460969311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5630197914460969311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5630197914460969311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dreamt-about-you.html' title='i dreamt about you.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/Sl1a0T31ZDI/AAAAAAAAA28/md21Bf59EtA/s72-c/2149spf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-9215554639864531712</id><published>2009-07-11T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:36:24.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now i'm heels over head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SliHPv1OpYI/AAAAAAAAA20/X4jANm84YgA/s1600-h/DSC01783bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SliHPv1OpYI/AAAAAAAAA20/X4jANm84YgA/s400/DSC01783bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357180461364716930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i went shopping today with my dad and his friend. it was one of those shopping moments i enjoy a lot. i went to 1 utama. i fell in love with too many. i listed them down in my wish list on my profile tab. sigh. if only i could have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets talk about them. i saw a renault car - megane coupe-cabriolet. it was lovely! i wish to be driving that car someday in the future. it would be a dream come true. it is about 200+k. damn it was a comfortable car. 4 sitter. lovely ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i fell in love with a roxy perfume. its RM295. it smells great. the air i breath! damn i must save money now to buy it. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, did i mentioned in my blog? i love the sony ericsson Aino! damn. too much things, too little money. sigh.. i can only fantasize about them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-9215554639864531712?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/9215554639864531712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=9215554639864531712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/9215554639864531712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/9215554639864531712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-im-heels-over-head.html' title='now i&apos;m heels over head.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SliHPv1OpYI/AAAAAAAAA20/X4jANm84YgA/s72-c/DSC01783bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-6606670504298166952</id><published>2009-07-10T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T14:50:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fyi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SlbkehgTLkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YlF7mKU6GV4/s1600-h/314274_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SlbkehgTLkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YlF7mKU6GV4/s400/314274_f520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356720019844836930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christy&lt;/span&gt; pretty sad right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;cause i can't sign in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt; account if i use phone to go online! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zzzz&lt;/span&gt;. i used to be able to, but not anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sighs&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lousy windows live messenger on my phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i can sign in every other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt;, besides my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt; - christy.low@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;therefore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; posting this post to let anyone know that when i appear online with my phone, i am not online. don't bother chatting with me or tell me anything cause i wont receive anything. i am actually stuck at the signing in page which only loads 2/3 of it. it loads 1/3 then another 1/3 then it just doesn't log in. sigh. how pathetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;by the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plurking&lt;/span&gt; again. so read my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;plurk&lt;/span&gt; column in my tag there! hopefully i do not get bored of that thing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-6606670504298166952?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/6606670504298166952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=6606670504298166952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6606670504298166952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/6606670504298166952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/07/fyi.html' title='fyi.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SlbkehgTLkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YlF7mKU6GV4/s72-c/314274_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-8952954718717255515</id><published>2009-06-29T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:09:30.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it has been long since i did all this tags. anyways, i was tagged twice, by the same person - yen sin but the first one i did before. therefore, i'm only doing this one. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sms. dreaming about my prince charming. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Do you ever turn your handphone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nope. it turns off when the battery dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i was in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;last night i think. please don't be asking me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Believe in Fate/Destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . What do you want in life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;to be ready for PMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i'll just play in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to do on bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;my pillow, my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . What are the nicest things in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;no. why would i ask for heartaches when i had enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Transformers 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . What are you proud of ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;that i've moved on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . What does the oldest text msg in your inbox says and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i can't tell you who is it from. but the person will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;here's what it says : -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;well.. im a guy. so i dont really wanna know if any guy likes me. but.. if girl.. i suppose ill know if she doesnt give up and constantly cares for me and would always wanna go out with me.. but i dont really care if a girl likes me or not unless i like her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;yeah, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cry by mandy moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . What does the newest text msg says and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;no.. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;can't tell you who again. its from the same person who sent me the oldest message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;i can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hmm.. smiling away. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;kirstin wong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 . Who do you talked to on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;last night? erm, i dont remember. tonight was julian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Is something bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;yeah, someone suppose to call me back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Who is the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;friends at tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;love myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.You want $5 or $10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;10 duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Do you think you are stupid sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;zzz of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Who is your best best best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;so many of them. i love them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.What will you do if you like that boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hahaha. what will i do when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Who are your favourite stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;robert pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.You hate your mother sometimes in some ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;yeah. sorry mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Do you had even stead before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;what's that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.what type of boy do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;whoahh.. hahah. erm, i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Now are you single/attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;single for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this tag to 10 people !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Jasmyne Foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Jean Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Wei Beng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;4. Wei Ren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5. Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;6. Jun Er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;7. Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;8. Brandon Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;9. Bianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;10. Izzat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would you date number 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Sarah) hello! No. 1 she's taken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;No. 2 she's a girl, i ain't no lesbo here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Number 2 just got in a car crash. How do you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jean Ann) Choi! No way that shall happen okay. My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see number 9 with your boy/girlfriend. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Bianca) i can't say anything... heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You come home and your room has been ransacked by number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Wei Ren) didi! You nothing better to do?! What you doing in my room by the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Number 1 is acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jasmyne Foo) no surprise there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Numbers 3 and 8 decide to give 10 a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;( Wei Beng, Brandon Lee and Izzat) hahaha. Go ahead. I want to see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Number 7 just got tickets for him/her and you to go to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Julian) ahahaha. sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Number 10 takes you to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Izzat) he probably want to see the girls there! Hahaha. No shocker there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Number 4 has to move to the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Wei Ren) he is already far away =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You and number 8 are being chased by the cops for an unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Brandon Lee) they probably got a wrong person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Number 7 and you are sitting on the couch watching a movie when he/her wrap his/her arm around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Julian) haha. Julian julian. Why is number 7 always has something relating to me! I didn't plan all this okay. The tag people were just random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Number 5 asks you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Sarah) sure, my pleasure. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Number 9 and you are sitting on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;( Bianca ) uh huh. So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Number 6 calls you in the middle of the night because he/she can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;( Jun Er ) sure. But she wouldn't. She has a boyfriend already okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your walking with someone and number 6 runs up and tackles you to the ground from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jun Er) we always do that to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Number 1 is crying one day and you ask him/her why and it seems their boy/girlfriend has dumped them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;( Jasmyne Foo ) hahaa. Jas, you have a boyfriend?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Number 2 offers to bake you a meal. As you sit in the other room, the kitchen is suddenly aflame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;( Jean Ann ) omg jean ann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Number 4 comes to your door one day holding a koala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Wei Ren) what is it for wei ren?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Number 4 just got you an X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Wei Ren) omg! Sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Number 9 challenges you to a children's card game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Bianca) let's play larh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Number 1 thinks he/she's overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jasmyne Foo) erh... Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number 7 looks lonely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Julian) let's go out julian. You aint staying lonely when i'm around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Number 2 asks you rudely to go leave her/him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jean Ann) probably her mood swings again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Numbers 5 and 3 decide to throw a surprise party for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Sarah and Wei Beng) i love the both of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Number 6 decide to dye their hair black. What do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jun Er) what for? It's already black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Number 2 tells you he/she is going to go out for a while, and then later you hear about a shooting where 2 went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Jean Ann) rush out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You catch number 9 by him/herself, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(Bianca) talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Numbers 1 , 3 , 5, and 6 all tackle you at once! Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;( Jasmyne Foo, Wei Beng, Sarah, Jun Er ) i dont think it's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-8952954718717255515?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/8952954718717255515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=8952954718717255515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8952954718717255515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/8952954718717255515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-5836270116118733836</id><published>2009-06-26T23:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:12:59.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hands in yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SkTtFhxSEZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/S7EcA8gwvXo/s1600-h/ags-inspiration1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SkTtFhxSEZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/S7EcA8gwvXo/s400/ags-inspiration1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351662936443195794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i just came back home from watching transformers with my mummy, both sisters and julian at Mid Valley. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when i first got there, the scene  just reminds me very much of Genting Highlands. i miss being there very much. we first ate at McD's. julian, learn how to not spill water larh. 6.30 was our movie. after makan, we met up with mummy's friends. some uncle which is mummy's friend, which apparently i don't know who had two extra tickets and just gave it to a random person. very nice of him.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;before entering the movie, we had to fight for the placing cause it wasn't five in a row. it was separated 3 and 2. zzz, for some reason, i don't mind sitting with my sis but i wanted the two person one but this julian.. sigh. merampas my tickets and kacau me some more. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;during the movie, as usual, i was freezing there. my gosh. it was so freaking cold! my skinny hands were just freezing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;thanks julian &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the movie was okay to me larh. might be nice to others larh. but me and my blur-ness and my short term memory, it was okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then later, after movie, we went makan again. only now, its with my mummy's friends along. we went to a restaurant called Dragon-i restaurant. i was still full and couldn't eat anymore. i only ate one piece of chicken. the small small one. i have no idea how to describe larh. it was all i could eat. that also i was asked by my mum to eat it okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;julian, congratulations on your passing of using chopsticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3114592600597942212-5836270116118733836?l=writtenincolours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/feeds/5836270116118733836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3114592600597942212&amp;postID=5836270116118733836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5836270116118733836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3114592600597942212/posts/default/5836270116118733836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://writtenincolours.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hands-in-yours.html' title='my hands in yours.'/><author><name>сняιѕтy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07955564576542651864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCudjBUeolI/SkTtFhxSEZI/AAAAAAAAA2U/S7EcA8gwvXo/s72-c/ags-inspiration1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3114592600597942212.post-3758553958707637097</id><published>2009-06-25T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:09:57.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who said our Malaysian English is teruk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(227,108,10);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(227,108,10);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just read below - Ours is simple, short, concise, straight-to-the-point and among many other points effective too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;British English vs. Malaysian English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN GIVING A CUSTOMER BAD NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry, sir, but we don't seem to have the sweater you want in your size, but if you give me a moment, I can call the other outlets for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;RETURNING A CALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;, this is John Smith. Did anyone call for me a few moments ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-size:130%;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello, who call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ASKING SOMEONE TO MAKE WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excuse me, I would like to get by. Would you please make way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;S-kew me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN SOMEONE OFFERS TO PAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey! Put your wallet away, this drink is on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No need lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN ASKING FOR PERMISSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excuse me, but do you think it would be possible for me to enter through this door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-size:130%;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(pointing at the door) Can ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN ENTERTAINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please make yourself right at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No need shy shy one lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN DOUBTING SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't recall you giving me the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where got?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN DECLINING AN OFFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would prefer not to do that, if you don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-size:130%;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't want lah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;IN DISAGREEING ON A TOPIC OF DISCUSSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Err...Tom, I have to stop you there. I understand where you're coming from, but I really have to disagree with what you said about the issue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You mad ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE TO LOWER THEIR VOICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excuse me, but could you please lower your voice? I'm trying to concentrate over here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(68,68,68)"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shut up lah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;WHEN ASKING SOMEONE IF HE/SHE KNOWS YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="CO
