<?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-4528458867860181414</id><updated>2011-12-15T22:17:40.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>qeshakim</title><subtitle type='html'>I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4528458867860181414.post-5669812553159759428</id><published>2011-05-28T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T20:08:09.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i? regret? haha</title><content type='html'>i don't regret anything. i mean why should i when now everything seems to be so frigging perfect. he's fixing me and i just let him get to me make and me fall even deeper in love with him :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      i thought i miss him. but guess i was wrong. im just so glad i realized it now. well i kind of let it all out to him on this one night because i can't keep it anymore. i need to clear it off of my chest. he was surprised bcuz to him i was kind of diff. no longer that oh so decent and super nice girl. haha. how? oh, im good at talking now. he tot i was seducing him, i mean that's sooo ridiculous. i have a boyfriend whom i love soo much. he was judging me that night and was being wow unbelievably truthful. haha. like who do you think you are eh?? it was stupid for you to think that way. just because i told you i was confuse, you push and pull me like im dumb enuf not knwoing what your intention was. just enuf of that. i was surprised too, it doesn't hurt now. so, don't think that i want you back because that's just plain wrong. so, there will be no 'what if' because i'm certain at all the decisions i've made. and thank you so much for helping me realize all that. i'm not starting anything, not even a fight though we seem to be going that way. i know how you're like now so yeah. hey, you're not that hebat pn. once i looked up to you and now, i was mistaken. easy say, you dont know how to have fun and how to treat a girl, that's why you easily get bored and annoyed. such a pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-5669812553159759428?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5669812553159759428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-regret-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/5669812553159759428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/5669812553159759428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-regret-haha.html' title='i? regret? haha'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-3349507481658538334</id><published>2011-03-14T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T22:10:14.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprised :)</title><content type='html'>HEE you're the sweetest ever &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you really truly make up my day, you surprised me, you got me, smiling the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. how can i not say im sooooooooooo deeply in love with you. huh baby? so dont ever try to doubt me or else, :P you gonna get a bunch from me. TOMBOY?? nahh im just being a bit of umm rebellious to u.      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-3349507481658538334?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3349507481658538334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/surprised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3349507481658538334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3349507481658538334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/surprised.html' title='surprised :)'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-8964527840943726428</id><published>2010-12-28T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:22:53.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hahaha&lt;br /&gt;how r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nthg&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;im having some complications&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt la HAHAHAHA-ing&lt;br /&gt;something&lt;br /&gt;how r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;i can see that&lt;br /&gt;im just nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nervous for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year spm kott&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;u must be joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what??&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just chill la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that huge as u think&lt;br /&gt;its gonna go just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be so paranoid about it..then instead of doing reallly really well, u'll kantoi some subjects&lt;br /&gt;just take it easy&lt;br /&gt;and be confident&lt;br /&gt;not over confident&lt;br /&gt;just enough of it to go through spm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh whoaa&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;thx alot&lt;br /&gt;u noe btter&lt;br /&gt;kantoi some subjects haha &lt;br /&gt;well im not being paranoid i hope im not&lt;br /&gt;just the pressure of it like a big burden &lt;br /&gt;u told me bout it b4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;trust me its not that big..when u r already in form 5&lt;br /&gt;then think about it&lt;br /&gt;now just relax&lt;br /&gt;and when ur studying&lt;br /&gt;study properly&lt;br /&gt;like revise everyday&lt;br /&gt;make sure u start from early&lt;br /&gt;little by little&lt;br /&gt;then u'll not be afraid of spm at all&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;u'll be waiting, when will it come closer&lt;br /&gt;coz u know, u'll do really well&lt;br /&gt;when u already master everything, just finish the whole syllabus and do alot of exercises&lt;br /&gt;like modern maths&lt;br /&gt;r u afraid of modern maths exam?&lt;br /&gt;i guess not right&lt;br /&gt;i got like 98 for my trials&lt;br /&gt;coz i know almost everything about modern maths&lt;br /&gt;and how to do it&lt;br /&gt;it comes with practise&lt;br /&gt;of coz everyone is afraid of spm, but if ur prepared..y be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;so, the solution is reaally simple..be prepared&lt;br /&gt;from the start&lt;br /&gt;u'll do just fine&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im lack of exercises&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's my prob&lt;br /&gt;i forget things easily&lt;br /&gt;mod pn&lt;br /&gt;my last exam i got 80 for add becuz of stupid mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;sejarah&lt;br /&gt;that's like alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..focus..dont make silly mistakes&lt;br /&gt;when u do alot of exercises..u'll know how to prevent those silly mistakes&lt;br /&gt;u know what? the whole form 4 i failed my add maths&lt;br /&gt;FAIL&lt;br /&gt;i never failed before in my whole life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really??&lt;br /&gt;i never noe bout it&lt;br /&gt;u didnt tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but everyone experiences failure in life, its normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in form 5&lt;br /&gt;i started doing exercises&lt;br /&gt;lots of it&lt;br /&gt;every prep&lt;br /&gt;instead of talking and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i do add maths&lt;br /&gt;like 10 questions a day&lt;br /&gt;and then from fail, i got A&lt;br /&gt;its simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple yeah&lt;br /&gt;i really need this kind of motivation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking to ur mom as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh haha&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whr is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Q a day&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u all online fb..active users&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well yea&lt;br /&gt;i was quite down&lt;br /&gt;for add act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what u got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my agama physics as well&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;80 from 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ur down?&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur funny&lt;br /&gt;i told u&lt;br /&gt;ur just paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just relax..and everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im aiming A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats paranoid..being down just coz u got 80&lt;br /&gt;its just form 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and final exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u have lots of things to learn before spm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r camps and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so competetive ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which teaches u stuff&lt;br /&gt;alot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont have to compete la..unless u really want to...just let them beat u...its ok..what matters is u do well in spm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need that semangat back&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;yeah i noe&lt;br /&gt;im thinking that way&lt;br /&gt;but my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trust me..doing well in spm doesnt mean u do well in ur life or university&lt;br /&gt;chill la&lt;br /&gt;parents pressure is normal&lt;br /&gt;u just have to ignore it to some certain extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;that's sooo true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let it pass..dont really care about it..coz u wanna do well later&lt;br /&gt;dont get under pressure&lt;br /&gt;coz wanna talk to them is hard..to make them understand is hard..just agree with whatever they say,, but then do it ur way&lt;br /&gt;if they ask, hows exam..say its good&lt;br /&gt;dont let them pressure u more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u noe how am i like so dont laugh&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;that's a nice one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not teaching u how to lie, but how to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i noe&lt;br /&gt;well maybe im just too bendul&lt;br /&gt;--'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told them every details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then try be a lil bit smarter&lt;br /&gt;ur already smart&lt;br /&gt;be sharp&lt;br /&gt;be alert&lt;br /&gt;think of the consequences&lt;br /&gt;before u say something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i gtg..we'll talk some other time k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hows ur bf btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;dont ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll talk later k&lt;br /&gt;tell me about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin bak on the frst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:41pm&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;me on the 2nd&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-8964527840943726428?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-4528458867860181414.post-7094647993579208680</id><published>2010-06-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:36:17.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alive</title><content type='html'>so now what&lt;br /&gt;it has been sooo long since we last met&lt;br /&gt;since the last complication&lt;br /&gt;and now i've been very busy with school&lt;br /&gt;not to mention but &lt;br /&gt;life as a form 4 is like a roller-coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;LOL :))&lt;br /&gt;we led our own life &lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe he replaces me already.&lt;br /&gt;i mean how easy for him to do that and it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that has been the problem he was facing when he wanted to &lt;br /&gt;ignore me but cant he just do that earlier before things got deeper.&lt;br /&gt;i hate him so much &lt;br /&gt;just because i wanna put him aside&lt;br /&gt;cuz i got this shitting problem that i don't knnow why i can't forget him still&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to replace someone that you love so much&lt;br /&gt;he ownself said that to me &lt;br /&gt;when he wanted to apologize&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah he said he was sorry&lt;br /&gt;for being such a fool&lt;br /&gt;he is so FOOLISh, DUMB and all that.&lt;br /&gt;he said he was ashamed for doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;for ignoring me and to let it hanging.&lt;br /&gt;yup when i think about it agian &lt;br /&gt;i dont know why is it so heartfelt.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz im feeling lonely the lonliness&lt;br /&gt;really bit me and shattered moi.&lt;br /&gt;i know some guys.flirt with them. but it doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;obviously. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;mls nk type.&lt;br /&gt;leave it. till now i haven't found a guy like him&lt;br /&gt;until now he's the only guy that is so sweet honest dear &lt;br /&gt;and i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;and there's no one like him.yet&lt;br /&gt;well sooner or later. alright let's leaver it ok aqish.&lt;br /&gt;dont waste your time moaning about him.&lt;br /&gt;that is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;go on with your life.have fun.study. &lt;br /&gt;get to know some guys.&lt;br /&gt;im not saying that i want to be wild.&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;but girs just wanna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;br /&gt;i dont know why again a pakistani&lt;br /&gt;aprroached moi.&lt;br /&gt;i layan him laa.he's way better looking than him.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;come on he is so far away.&lt;br /&gt;whatever. let's see how far it goes.haha&lt;br /&gt;alright. bio is waiting for moi. and so byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-4528458867860181414.post-3432171404649069766</id><published>2009-12-29T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:48:12.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>decided</title><content type='html'>i've decided&lt;br /&gt;oh before that.. ehem(clear throat)&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooo delighted and grateful to get straight A"s in my pmr&lt;br /&gt;my prayer was answered. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then..&lt;br /&gt;as my story proceeds with all the itsy bitsy love thing..&lt;br /&gt;i think bout it a lot of times..&lt;br /&gt;it took all the week i didn't get the chance to meet him..&lt;br /&gt;and soo i came up with i think a regretful yet rational step.. that&lt;br /&gt;i let him go..&lt;br /&gt;let it go..it might hurt some..but&lt;br /&gt;i noe i can heal thru time..&lt;br /&gt;it's tough thing to do..&lt;br /&gt;cuz when first he like me..i felt uneasy and tried to avoid him&lt;br /&gt;then thru time..i started to love him..&lt;br /&gt;but then i have to let it go..i don't know why..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-3432171404649069766?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3432171404649069766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3432171404649069766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3432171404649069766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/decided.html' title='decided'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-3889060419593792701</id><published>2009-12-22T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:51:09.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>big day tomorrow yawww!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my god like so soon??&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it..cuz i think  that the pmr just over&lt;br /&gt;n like a blink of time..poof...&lt;br /&gt;the result has been confirmed and posted&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow will be day&lt;br /&gt;immma call the school&lt;br /&gt;and..and..&lt;br /&gt;ask for my result&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;br /&gt;YA ALLAH ENGKAU BERIKANLAH KU 8A.AMIN&lt;br /&gt;it's all i've always wanted for the 3 years i'd struggled n i dont want em to go wasted&lt;br /&gt;so y'all get my point&lt;br /&gt;im just feeling terribly chilled n thrilled and oh cant' be describe&lt;br /&gt;see im not the innocent decentgood girl&lt;br /&gt;but im not bad..just..just..oh.&lt;br /&gt;i my ownself know what the just is..so let it be in me&lt;br /&gt;so it's freakingly scary and ntah laa&lt;br /&gt;like that laa&lt;br /&gt;only the ones who experienced this will trully understand the condition im going thru&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rite now beside my parent;family&lt;br /&gt;i need him&lt;br /&gt;i need my baby badly..i need my syednaqashhaidershah&lt;br /&gt;now if possible&lt;br /&gt;cuz i just had a bad midnite..&lt;br /&gt;not a nitemare but just..depressing midnite&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to call him but i have got no credit&lt;br /&gt;to even text him&lt;br /&gt;i just kinda..feeling rebellious..and unappreciated..&lt;br /&gt;and sad..and torn..to what had just happened..it was completely not fair that i just can't stood up for myself to tell em what i really felt//like being treated thta way..with cursing and oh. heart breaking..&lt;br /&gt;emotionally i creid..but of course no one knows..i was crying..&lt;br /&gt;cuz&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a child now.i can take care of myself. musn't let them down now. musn't let them see me cry. im fine.im fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i undertand all the sacrifices and so many else but can't they just &lt;br /&gt;understand me..how i feel noo what i feel&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i feel like shouting out so instead i cry.n cry.in my room&lt;br /&gt;accompany only by the darkness and the sound of my sobbing&lt;br /&gt;oh so dramatic..but oh.how torn i felt..and how more n more i felt of running to him&lt;br /&gt;my darling baby :((&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;deep im not sure ..if we're still are..&lt;br /&gt;i mean i love him..but does he??&lt;br /&gt;haih ntahlaaa..&lt;br /&gt;i tried alot of ways..but nothing is returning &lt;br /&gt;and for that the cut is getting deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;and the strength to hold on is getting shallow each time..i think bout not gonna be with pon later on&lt;br /&gt;our relationship hvae no future at all :((&lt;br /&gt;so i keep on holding on..to something that can destroy me for sure even if it's trusted..?&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;ntah laa.wtv it is..i just want to get 8 A's :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-3889060419593792701?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3889060419593792701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3889060419593792701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3889060419593792701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-833609489476329401</id><published>2009-12-13T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T06:17:40.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion</title><content type='html'>i keep thinking..&lt;br /&gt;what should i do when i come to this situation&lt;br /&gt;should i let it go..or&lt;br /&gt;let myself drown in the pain&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;keep on walking to the destination i never know&lt;br /&gt;i never know..&lt;br /&gt;yeah nobody ever know what is suppose to be at the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'boy i relly wanna try to work this out cause i'm tired of fighting..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how i feel now.&lt;br /&gt;practically..&lt;br /&gt;before my school start again&lt;br /&gt;haish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of fighting to work this thing out&lt;br /&gt;he keep giving excuses..&lt;br /&gt;but that are the true reasons&lt;br /&gt;i understand him for that. i know why it's hard for him to handle this&lt;br /&gt;i just know all that so i keep giving in but..&lt;br /&gt;at the same time i don't feel what he's trying to do&lt;br /&gt;well he is not even trying to do anything&lt;br /&gt;i think no..that's why he said he don't promise commitment &lt;br /&gt;he even break up with me because he tot i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;he didn't want to waste my time and hurt me more well that's what he'd said to me.i understand what he's trying to do..&lt;br /&gt;so in this case if im hurting it will be my fault cuz he already said it.&lt;br /&gt;n i refused it.&lt;br /&gt;i said it.i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;so my bad.&lt;br /&gt;now.it's just so hard to undo the complicated knot.&lt;br /&gt;so i think of shutting up&lt;br /&gt;and let things flow on 'em own&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why im sooo desperate for all these..ugghh&lt;br /&gt;aqish please stop these nonsense&lt;br /&gt;you just can't let these things alone.that's ur prob.&lt;br /&gt;but if i don't nothing is gonna be clear.it'll be just hanging&lt;br /&gt;seriously i just got a lot to ask n tell&lt;br /&gt;haih.he keep on put everything at a hang&lt;br /&gt;whatever laa.&lt;br /&gt;aqish you can't force everything to be in the way you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;you can't.wake up for that.&lt;br /&gt;your life........&lt;br /&gt;long way to go.got lots of way to entertain yourself..&lt;br /&gt;but this ain't entertainment&lt;br /&gt;this is a need.no a desire no i don't know.it's just that&lt;br /&gt;it's what you want when u fell in love.that's it&lt;br /&gt;but aqish just sacrifice your feelings for him..&lt;br /&gt;just let it go laa&lt;br /&gt;let it be.no use. the pieces of puzzle you're trying to solve.&lt;br /&gt;can't be done cuz there are pieces of 'em are with him..&lt;br /&gt;sooo let it be undone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-4528458867860181414.post-512091938180389777</id><published>2009-11-21T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T02:28:37.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lips like sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/f7cceed8579dd036"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 130px;" src="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/f7cceed8579dd036" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/ce27fd775092692e"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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{}" href="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/443c82542f5df174"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/443c82542f5df174" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SWEET AND ELEGANT&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/4528458867860181414-512091938180389777?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/512091938180389777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-lips-like-sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/512091938180389777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/512091938180389777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-lips-like-sugar.html' title='my lips like sugar'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-3969271286548443991</id><published>2009-11-18T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:31:47.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just like SITI SARAH&lt;br /&gt;i also have a way to the heart expression.&lt;br /&gt;here it is~&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!~&lt;br /&gt;when will i recover fully from my sickness ?!!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;at first i got flue and cough..and i ignore them&lt;br /&gt;since it was..alaa biasa laa &lt;br /&gt;saket seseme batuk..&lt;br /&gt;then it became worse.i mean not that worse..the infection affect my ear..left ear&lt;br /&gt;no.i'm not deaf yet..not yet.but no.i'm not deaf.that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that...oh no i'm going numb again.&lt;br /&gt;this medicine to my ear thing has got this effects&lt;br /&gt;1)it doze you off&lt;br /&gt;2)it makes you numb&lt;br /&gt;oh back to the ear infection.yes&lt;br /&gt;i feel that like it's been blocked or ea..like infected you know.it bother's me like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy because of this.i can my breathing from the inside..it's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;and the cough is still going on consistently..not descending at all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking pills not and some nose drops.urrghh&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.lots.but i need to cure myself.though i know to prevent is better than to cure.whatever.guess i have to cure now..then letting it be..&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing him now.know i shouldn't &lt;br /&gt;because he left me hanging.again and again.i think i'm going to get serik if he tells me straight to my face.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;he said he loved me.last week on saturday.but that's it??&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;what??..i'd just ran through a typical guy again??..i thought he's diff.i mean..at first yes.we'd..no no..i'd been in this with him almost 4 years..i'd known him that long..guess it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;because people change when they grow up.i mean.well there are a lot of pushing and pulling.surrounding.friends.a lot.he changed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm confuse.i don't know whether this thing is fortunate or unfortunate cuz my feeling for him is fading..sometimes i feel like i'm fooling myself .forcing to make my heart enter his.but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;it's like..&lt;br /&gt;yes. i miss him.i love him..but not in love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it seems to come and go.&lt;br /&gt;haih&lt;br /&gt;why am i making it hard??&lt;br /&gt;cuz i can't resist the temptation like amira had said.&lt;br /&gt;that's why&lt;br /&gt;if not i can easily said&lt;br /&gt;dear,i'm not into this anymore..so..gues..this is it. i can go for no more.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing him if i do soo..&lt;br /&gt;soo..how?? &lt;br /&gt;the thing is too..i love him still.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm afraid.afraid of everything..&lt;br /&gt;none of you can understand but i hope amira can when i'm going to tell her this&lt;br /&gt;i need her to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;i told alot of people.but.i'm not satisfied at all&lt;br /&gt;maybe..i'm going sooo keling rite now.&lt;br /&gt;so that's why nobody can understand.&lt;br /&gt;but what i know is..i'm in a big question mark and can't wait to meet him..&lt;br /&gt;if we meet laaa&lt;br /&gt;i'd said i trust him&lt;br /&gt;but that too..means almost nothing.i don't know whether to trust him or not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.don't know what to make out of this&lt;br /&gt;i just need explanation from him.that's it.and it's relly hard to get that.urgghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better for me to stop.or else i'm gonna go insane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-3969271286548443991?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3969271286548443991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-siti-sarah-i-also-have-way-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3969271286548443991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/3969271286548443991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-like-siti-sarah-i-also-have-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-6198721416212168866</id><published>2009-11-16T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:25:50.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hit me.dush~</title><content type='html'>3 days now.and still i can't figure any way to wash away my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me ok.it's just too much&lt;br /&gt;i'd plan what to do at home..but..&lt;br /&gt;everything's ruined.&lt;br /&gt;no actually not yet because i haven't tried once&lt;br /&gt;i haven't try anything what i'd planned at home&lt;br /&gt;well.it's still half possible anyway.guess i have to change them a bit.with what the condition is now.the weather.it's raining all day from when the sun rise and set.twilight till dawn...and how thing's going at home.&lt;br /&gt;everything is very complicated.or maybe that is how i can describe my life.&lt;br /&gt;complicated.messed up..like lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently.i'd received a bundle of books.6 all together.&lt;br /&gt;they're almost related to the stories about vampires.i mean dark stories.but they aren't monotonous.readable.fine and enjoyable.i'm reading a book titled KISS TO DEATH. i thought it's about vampire.death.romance..but it's different.well what do you expect.it's Orion's children's book.so of course nothing much about romance but i know english book will have at least a small portion about romance.it's just somehow i found it to be compulsory in either english movies and books.so i quite like the book.but since it's raining everyday.it's like the book itself seems to haunt me.as it has dark setting too.i wonder. how Venice is like. but the way the author had describe it very mysterious and dark.whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgghh..&lt;br /&gt;my blog seems to be very dull.so boring.haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;the zero in my mind descend this.&lt;br /&gt;bialaa.&lt;br /&gt;when i got the mood.i'll do it good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;QESH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-6198721416212168866?l=preciousweetheart.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-4528458867860181414.post-5562038430047036441</id><published>2009-11-15T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:29:10.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>since when aQesh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/76510177d7750464"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 145px;" src="http://thm-a02.yimg.com/image/76510177d7750464" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/94d8ad21968d200a"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 103px;" src="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/94d8ad21968d200a" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/20d2d35ff98bfedc"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 145px;" src="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/20d2d35ff98bfedc" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/6c7f047a52dd6fdc"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 145px;" src="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/6c7f047a52dd6fdc" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/image/270199e0c14bbda6"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 89px;" src="http://thm-a01.yimg.com/image/270199e0c14bbda6" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is all i need now.just.now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-5562038430047036441?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5562038430047036441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/secondhand-serenade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/5562038430047036441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/5562038430047036441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/secondhand-serenade.html' title='since when aQesh?'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-5749203001669909799</id><published>2009-11-15T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T04:28:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>secondhand serenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20091113/capt.f799ebf3b8dd49ad825de2c211e78342.suns_lakers_basketball_las115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 410px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/ap/20091113/capt.f799ebf3b8dd49ad825de2c211e78342.suns_lakers_basketball_las115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's getting older.&lt;br /&gt;his look.too.of course.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;he's perpetually my guy!!&lt;br /&gt;hottest creature!.no one will deny that for sure.lala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-5749203001669909799?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5749203001669909799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/hes-getting-older.html#comment-form' title='0 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/e7798eeb3b05b290"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 104px;" src="http://thm-a03.yimg.com/image/e7798eeb3b05b290" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot dude for that quote whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;i am sooo damn glad too.haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh the STUPIDEST THING??..ah.good times.&lt;br /&gt;i like to laugh with you.&lt;br /&gt;cuz when we start laughing.we just can't stop.YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and oh.i still got a lot to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;brace yourself dude.im gonna release an atom bomb on you.&lt;br /&gt;well again it's about the same person but..another different true story.eh i'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;this thang  make me goo craZy and confuse.so i need help.as if i'm suffocating and i need CPR.oh!  0_0..x_x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-6490074683764588733?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6490074683764588733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedicated-to-wan-amira-ahmad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/6490074683764588733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4528458867860181414/posts/default/6490074683764588733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedicated-to-wan-amira-ahmad.html' title='dedicated to wan amira ahmad.'/><author><name>aqish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08500331111439050701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4528458867860181414.post-3966152341689363495</id><published>2009-10-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:19:13.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho wow!&lt;div&gt;i can't believe it i had to stay up till past midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to take control of the internet from my mum's obsession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to persuade her for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;takes long time..she'll give reasons..for time extension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got something to write..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my eyes are very weary and tired right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my brain can't function well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i desire now is to sleep very soundly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like them in the house..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ugh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds creepy when you're all alone in the LR   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm keen to meet amira.tomorrow which already is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few more hours from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got alot of things to tell her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to aMira: i know your ears burnt when you listened to my stories but you are compulsory to do                    so.. so sorry due..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too much too write..but yet again i guess i'd figured to write only what's on mind now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok back to the very-keen-to-meet amira..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just can't wait to repeat again my stories..to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just don't mind becaues i have this psycho habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is i like to recall back memories and blurt them out just to express my feelings and to do comparisons..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know i think i'm being hit by some sort of love stories wtv..??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now i'm chatting with a 13 year old boy..which my friend's brother's freind..WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how could that happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i was blinded over by his english in myspace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so deep and meaningful..like myself too wouldn't have reach to that idea of writing to express the feelings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wrote things i'd always longed for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was for his far away girlfriend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;You came into my life unexpectedly, and everything took a turn for the better. Your warm eyes, your laugh, the sincere way you speak, and the kindness you showed me, all became a part of my life. As you unfolded yourself to me, I discovered more and more beauty. I have never seen so much gentleness in one person. Without even knowing it, you were slowly making a place for yourself in my heart. It used to seem so hard at times to feel so close in a relationship. But it’s so easy to feel close to you. I can’t tell you how nice that feels. I realize now that I had never known what it meant to be loved until I was loved by you.-zoro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how wonderful is that if my dream guy would dedicate me this quotes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the sweetest thing he had dedicated to me was the 'hey there delilah' song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which really suits me now as it goes like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'two more years and you'll be done with school and i'll be making history like i do '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'a thousand miles seem pretty far but we've got planes, trains and cars..i'll walk to you if i have no other..our friends will all make fun of us but we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them will felt this way'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i keep on holding on to this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll simply need somebody to come straight to me and knock me on my head and slap me in the face..yelling right into my eardrum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAKE UP!!!DON"T STONED YOURSELF IN THE PAST. GET UP AND GET GOING. YOU GOT A LOT MORE TO GAIN OUT THERE!!!!!OUT INTO THE BATTLEFIELD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm very vulnerable when it comes to remembering the past because i like to keep them and if they're good i'll live with them..i just need someone to drag me out from the lost tunnel i'm in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just leave it like thta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because if i proceed writing them down i don't think i can stop...and soon the keyboard's gonna turn to flame..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was too much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carzy.crazy.crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was what i thought to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i have to stop talking bout him now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sigh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh as i recalled back my buddies in sktd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which i called during the old times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wye lun's name appeared in my head..even justin's name popped right out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are they now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh darren??..who i thought had bugged into my life accidently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calling me and said he missed me..no worst he said he missed my big nose??..=_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what was that supposed to mean..but it doesn't matter now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay let me list down the 6-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leroy,  who had admitted that i was the best malay girl in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;justin, who had been my deskmate and fight everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darren, people called him the watermelon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wye lun, i remembered spelling his name wrongly as in WHY LUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zhi wei, maybe he had grown taller than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is another one??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait...oh my god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jun jim..um did i spell hims name correct??..i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ea he's with the hair sticking out like what.like shade or something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss them little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh it's sooo past my bedtime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-3966152341689363495?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3966152341689363495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/ho-wow-i-cant-believe-it-i-had-to-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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say...:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i'm in love with your blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup i love your writing style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's okay for that, your blog can be my cure"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha!..that's too much i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you inspired me..and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big round of applause for you for giving me a little portion of life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a new hobby now.WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which i think this is simply the best than doing anything else,mopping around like a wondering lost shadow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't question me why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way what's with the class you're taking??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it for real??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dude..it's not easy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but maybe you can endure the task..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because learning foreign language is good~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interesting in some ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but where are you gonna practise 'em?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you sick??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe it is just a little upset or shocked by wtv i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no doesn't make sense at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i just got up with the idea of meeting you tomorrow.:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not till you're feeling well..whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that intro was specially made up by aQish for her dear aMira..haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                              sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                               Qesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh by the way..amira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my password for this is sooo..whoopy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll know why later i'll tell when we meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then you'll know how much i had fell head to toe for this guy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very unfortunately..again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a start..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life goes a lot better &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost recover but not as whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's still a missing puzzle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm searching for it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it will remain the same..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until maybe he comes back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh..damn! it's night and i'm crapping again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know why i'll be going crazy at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just happen you see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i seem to blurt it out here.at least than having myself staring out the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to picture out whatever i have in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that will be even crazier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i mention of having a dream of 'him' ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't even got the chance to breathe right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again i had another dream..oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes the truly nightmare and truly beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a combination of vampires and basketball &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the freaking one was the vampire one and this guy was..i called him 'Justin'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has a lot in common with the guy i'm falling for with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay let me just summarize my dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was this one night..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of the vampires gathered together..couples..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have a dinner in a garden like decorated porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were wearing maybe the theme colour..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;white and baby blue well some with dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are very beautiful and handsome..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was there, but alone having no partner.. but i seemed to have a lot of fun serving the food to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i'm not a servant by the way..it was like i was treating my guests.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;subsequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was a couple arrived just in time i was about to start the dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was the 'Justin' guy with his date..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was jealous there to see him so very intimate with his girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at the moment he saw me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he left his deary and went straight to me..approached breathtakingly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he had said he needed me because i remembered asking him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why don't you go to your girlfreind??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i wondered to myself too why isn't his girlfriend came to us??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but..why bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was losing myself and wanted to treat him like a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;badly, i felt like holding him close to me and said everything's alright i'm  right for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why he seemed to be in vein and i was..related maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be able to feel his pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then suddenly he had slowly transformed by a spell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funny was that his arms and legs both were turned into lady's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my god!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that time i couldn't stop myself from crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tears streaming down my cheeks..it was sooo dreadful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he died of that spell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;next the setting changed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was like i was at a platform with crowd of basketball players&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were all tall and muscular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm drowning in the flood of hot guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my god!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but at that time i was searching for somebody..desperately searching for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it the 'Justin' guy again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weird i had a 2 in 1 dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay to proceed..at last i had found him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was overjoyed and ran to him,jumped onto him and hugged him tightly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was so glad and happy to see me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he looked through my eyes and my heart started pounding again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he swayed me again..he was actually heading for the game..as he was one of the player&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as he swayed me my 'he' caught my eyes..i asked 'Justin' to put me down and went to 'him' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that time suddenly the atmosphere was very gloomy.'his' eyes were full of wonders and anger (i can tell that he was jealous..and i liked that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we hugged,,this time it was different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a though we had missed each other a lot..liked long lost ex who i still loved and i know he still loved me..but each of us had to go on different path..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we met up in this sad situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it lasted long..because i really missed him that i cried..he said he missed me too...and off he went for the game and i was then alone..again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;than i woke up like there was a wave had hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well it was just a dream after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it just happened..and i kinda like it~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;still got a lot more to write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but the bed's calling so it's just so irresistible..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodnight.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-4197067001287946232?l=preciousweetheart.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-4528458867860181414.post-4059081076475195320</id><published>2009-10-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:37:26.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;everyone has his own sad stories..doesn't he??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every walk of life has their own divergent stories to tell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with different expressions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every event that happen in my life is very &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;deep and meaningful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;try not to forget even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;smallest of a matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...oh every &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;SADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is a word that can &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;best describe 3 over 4 of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...at least for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but let just me&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt; keep it to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...besides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is called life,isn't it??..only then it'll be complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll just have &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;to have self- conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to every what's happening to me.that even &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;can hit me to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that can make my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;world become very fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..up side down.whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no need for me to express here.because &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;i don't need the whole world to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've always &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;hope for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you really wanna know bout it though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then let's trade shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be you.you'll be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to see what it'd be liked to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel your pain you'll feel mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;inside each others mind just to see what we find through each others eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd been &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;having bad rocking attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling very tense up..like there's &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;no other place to run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;home or school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always have same kind of situations.which i feel like &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;giving up,losing hopes,banging my head to the wall. i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe i just have to put myself &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;under the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; trying to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;hide myself from the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;crying like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as i &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;grew up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i learnt a lot of things as&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; i gained challenging experiences..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;uncountable obstacles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny..how i could &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;manage myself from being crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when at last i gave up myself feeling very stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;for now..or before i felt thrilled and overwhelmed by having new lenses for my deary eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;i had chose 3 colours.very beautiful that can match my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;they had brought up the beauty in me.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;well my eyes are my asset..well i should maintain the natural ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;it is sometimes very plastic like materials..there will be no more specialty if i keep on wearing them..but now it has become trends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;so i don't wanna be 2000 and late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;till then i have a lot more to write about my dreams.. beautiful nightmare for sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;truly nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;truly beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;and what i'm looking forward to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;justin bieber's face is playing in mind.he's just plain cute that disguised benjamin rojas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-4059081076475195320?l=preciousweetheart.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-4528458867860181414.post-1027025013021120628</id><published>2009-10-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:17:13.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is so ..'what??!!'..when i looked back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I woke up very late..at 1 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;maybe it was because i had beautiful nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i dreamt of HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the 18 year old boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was nice, no, splendid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we were like small kids,trying to hide from our mummies to a secret hideout...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;that was actually at the poolside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we were trying to hold hands.i don't know why but it was just funny trying to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;we were..i don't know why..-giving out drinks to people around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;like it was our party or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i wish i'd not wake up from the 'impossible-it's-reality' dream.,urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ok that was just a dream.nothing happen yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it was frustrating to start a day finding your favoutrite new sandels were lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when you had not really wear that sandels that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when it just gave you the confident to walk as the sunshine above you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when that was the only casual footwear you had with you when others were all in trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when your mum said..'i'm not gonna buy for you anymore!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oh i hate it. a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;then i was all pissd off..easily annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;but what to do it just happened.i can't go back in time search for them.it was so ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And so i danced to shake the stress away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it was useless.i was blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i didn't know what to do..so i started to cut that magazines again.tried to read a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it was bloody blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ONE NIGHT STAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;friends said it was interesting..i can't tell yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;then time passed so quickly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;went out to KFC..no appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;followed my grandma to the police station to lodge a report about an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;well at least it was something than doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it was my first time to enter..everything was white and blue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;the procedures ran smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;until then it was already night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;had spent my time with the CLEO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;before i do this blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hooray for me.i actually do blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;done with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;oh yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i just felt like screaming out loud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;and want him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;stupid thought..it was just that news about Pakistan.like war or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i'm being sacarstic right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;feeling anxious too much i should stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;just hope he IS safe there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4528458867860181414-1027025013021120628?l=preciousweetheart.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-4528458867860181414.post-2626074594366570768</id><published>2009-10-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:27:53.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;my life is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hard to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;things happen just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It's true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;nobody ask for a bad hair day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;or even to be heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;because they just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;for me it's true..i can't run away from that fact. Can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Life is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;complicated, fun,exiting,intriguing,disappointing,monotonous,screwed up,plain,enjoyable,living, colourful,sad,memorable,depressing, adventurous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Life is good,don't waste it. never regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It's god's gift..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;and it's up to us how to paint it well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Mine..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;let's just keep it to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm 15/2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;mature enough to walk on this world alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i guess i can never illustrate my life alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The best day of my life of the year apart from any other fun stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;is the end of my PMR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;very SUPERB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but it was just not what i'd thought it'll be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i thought of like jumping around,screaming on top of my lungs..like i'm the only one who indulge this happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but actually the feeling was..nothing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;okay i was happy,exited,hyped..but not as much i'd imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it's not that my mind was hit by the news that we're gonna start the f4 learning stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but kind off kicked off by that anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;really deep i am exited.i couldn't wait to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but to fill in the moment of waiting for friday to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it was sooo dragging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;and i started off going sooo weewee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;playing with my feelings that i can never resist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;and cropping some magazines pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;thinking to turn them into collages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;scrap books..not crap books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;had discussions for drama planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;one is for english and another is for foreign languages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;oh,i hate friends who don't appreciate friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i'll not unwrap the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it's just tooo cold to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but i just HATE it ALOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it punched a hole in me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;let's talk about love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;what does it have to do with a 15 year old girl with an 18 year old boy..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;this thing keep pushing and pulling me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;down and up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;make me float,hanging,feeling high..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); "&gt;it sounds lame but it was great experience though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;funny and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it is very challenging but nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i really APPRECIATE this kind of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it's just different from other events that happen in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it is so called puppy love whatsoever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i know,i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;but this is called life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;it just happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&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/4528458867860181414-2626074594366570768?l=preciousweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2626074594366570768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://preciousweetheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-my-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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