<?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-3518905596435403670</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:46:13.185+08:00</updated><category term='Its so empty ;'/><category term='I&apos;m falling apart ;'/><category term='I think I&apos;m not fit to be ...'/><title type='text'>♥FLORENCE !</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>442</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8453858395873504035</id><published>2010-06-09T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:07:46.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've kinda moved to :     &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; intricate-crossroads.tumblr.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thankyouverymuch lovelies, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-8453858395873504035?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8453858395873504035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8453858395873504035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8453858395873504035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8453858395873504035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/06/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6400910544136791438</id><published>2010-04-09T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:10:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyyyyyy, ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S78iVr6s7sI/AAAAAAAABCo/Dtgds1-3mLc/s1600/Aww,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S78iVr6s7sI/AAAAAAAABCo/Dtgds1-3mLc/s400/Aww,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458119029357866690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How I wish, we could return to those times of sneaking out to the fields, remember baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whooooooooosh, finally found the time to update this mundane blog of mine, :D Hey people! Didcha miss me? :) *Self-praise* Okay, anyhooooooo, First off :&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 25th ANNIVERSARY BABY! :) Actually, it was yesterday, but what difference does it really make huh. Anyway, its been so long, and I love you! ;) We shall go on and pursue the dream of our dreams and our dreamhome :D Thanks for everything, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;I love you more and more each day, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the mid-years are coming. Gotta mug hard :) And there's one good thing about being me :D 'Cause I always have people rewarding me for my hard work! Haha, if I get 3As this time round, I getta go Universal Studio for free and the whole day out, not needing to spend a single cent! :) Beng's gonna reward me ! :) Teehees. Its a very very good deal :) Teehees, so I'mma mug for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, March's been both a good and bad month for me. I don't think April's gonna be a good month too :( Sigh, everything's coming down. And there's so much pressure. I feel so stressed with everything :( I need help. And things have not been going well. I just realised something too. The weather contributes to all of everyone's moodswings. Everybody seems so irritated nowadays. Hmm, including me :( I needa get a hold of my emotions nowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooooooooosh, went skating with Haziq, Rasyid, Atikah and Sham today at around 3-4 pm? Mhm, was super fun! :D Knocked into walls or hit the skateboard at times 'cause I was having problems with balancing :) Thanks Haziq for guiding me though :) Had a heart-to-heart talk with him while waiting for Rasyid under the void deck too :) Tried to play the playground or something, teehees. So fun, then drank Rasyid's homemade blueberry :D So nice! ;D Haha, oh yes! And Rasyid's place is a good place to make out/go dating at! Cause everywhere's dark and nobody's there. Haha :O Teehees, and that's the best thing of today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel real tired, physically and emotionally! And there's tons of things to get done before the mid-years and the June holidays. And I practically have no time for my social life :( I feel so demoralised by that :( And also, training's been tough, but its a way to get my mind off things. Sigh, I really really hope that my lucky star would come again :) And everything, everything would turn to what they once were. Sweet, and everlasting. I don't want this dark period of life, 'cause its really really hard, and it hurts sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;/Baby, so please don't, please don't let me go.&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/3518905596435403670-6400910544136791438?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6400910544136791438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6400910544136791438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6400910544136791438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6400910544136791438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/04/babyyyyyy.html' title='Babyyyyyy, ♥'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S78iVr6s7sI/AAAAAAAABCo/Dtgds1-3mLc/s72-c/Aww,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-566726502378156107</id><published>2010-03-28T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:01:30.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing feels right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S67FVGWtSGI/AAAAAAAABCg/eMxOMh6q8Ls/s1600/Realize,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S67FVGWtSGI/AAAAAAAABCg/eMxOMh6q8Ls/s400/Realize,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453513165066029154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But hell, I'm afraid that I might be wrong this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Sunday, the end of the first week. School's been fine, but my results have been a screwed-up. Gotta &amp;amp; Gonna mug so hard for the mid-terms. Things have/haven't been going fine. Everything's fluctuating, going up and down. Seems like the sweet and easy season's long over. And now, I have to start everything from scratch now. But I feel so weak, and vulnerable. I'm breaking down, anytime. And I really...really, don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel better, anyhow. I've got no mood for anything. Sigh, is something so wrong? What happened to then now? Sigh, I feel lost. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a Tumblr. I shall probably get one, probably after that Mid-terms, or sometime soon. But, I doubt I'll be blogging very often now :) I shall end off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll prove you, veryvery wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-566726502378156107?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/566726502378156107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=566726502378156107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/566726502378156107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/566726502378156107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-feels-right.html' title='Nothing feels right.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S67FVGWtSGI/AAAAAAAABCg/eMxOMh6q8Ls/s72-c/Realize,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3742667428018384559</id><published>2010-03-20T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:33:49.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S6RO-geL2NI/AAAAAAAABCQ/hFxrolfIFGY/s1600-h/A+Walk+to+Remember+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S6RO-geL2NI/AAAAAAAABCQ/hFxrolfIFGY/s320/A+Walk+to+Remember+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450568284800538834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pooooooooooosh, they look so hot together! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Saturday! We'll all be back in the new school in less than two days :) Sadly, the holidays have to come to another end :( Speaking of which, the new school's damn big! :O I could get lost if I wandered alone :( Ooh, I love the fact that our netball court's at the rooftop! :) Isn't it cool! Haha. I don't like our classrooms though, they seem to be like some huge container enveloping us inside. And its small, and hot :( Anyway, yesterday was fun! Had so much fun with Amelia and Amanda! :D Haha, and the Soft Launch was so high! :) Everyone was so high! :O Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm, currently waiting for my lunch to be ready ! Teehees, ohyes, today, will be the change, of a lifetime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-3742667428018384559?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3742667428018384559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3742667428018384559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3742667428018384559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3742667428018384559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-still-waiting.html' title='I&apos;m still waiting.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S6RO-geL2NI/AAAAAAAABCQ/hFxrolfIFGY/s72-c/A+Walk+to+Remember+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7390682487317594236</id><published>2010-03-18T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:11:25.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S6Gn1tWXS6I/AAAAAAAABCI/6fz_oB1ma3M/s1600-h/Sweet,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S6Gn1tWXS6I/AAAAAAAABCI/6fz_oB1ma3M/s320/Sweet,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449821565243313058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes darling, this is perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Thursday, and its cutting close to the end of the holidays. Tomorrow, would be the TPSS Soft Lauch, sigh. I think its gonna be boring, if there's no much fun in it :( And worse, baby's not going to be there. Huh, abandone-r. Hahs... Sigh, I'm feeling kinda blue right now. Its killing me, 'cause all I ever want all comes right down to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my favourite kind of weather today, except for the raining heavily part. I want the dark clouds, the cool wind, and the wide big field, or space, alone :) And probably, baby would be in the picture with me :) Sigh, good things always comes to an end. Pooooooooosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started showering and everything. Gonna be in Bila's house in 1 hour for the English project :) Alright, I shall go start washing up now. Oh yes, I wanna watch Remember Me, :) Baby, we still have those free tickets to the movies, remember ? :D&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou sweetheart, and thanks, for the super super sweet message in the morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-7390682487317594236?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7390682487317594236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7390682487317594236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7390682487317594236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7390682487317594236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S6Gn1tWXS6I/AAAAAAAABCI/6fz_oB1ma3M/s72-c/Sweet,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7207741404787687224</id><published>2010-03-16T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:42:18.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S59CKfmD7RI/AAAAAAAABCA/7XQ72wSdb_k/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S59CKfmD7RI/AAAAAAAABCA/7XQ72wSdb_k/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449146822188854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I look weird :O Teehees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Tuesday! Gah, killed some time today in the morning :) Teehees, and most of all, I spent quite an amount of time with baby! :D Teehees, its real real sweet, and thankyouverymuch for another wonderful and awesome time, and iloveyouveryverymuch ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost three friends today, not that I think they treated me much as they're friend, but yeah. Lost all three of them today, mhm. Kinda unbelievable, but yeah. Sigh, I've stopped hurting and tearing, pooooosh. Anyway, currently listening to ''This I promise you" by Ronan Keating. Super sweet song! :O Baby, I'll listen with you one day! And watch that movie and snuggle somewhere! Like we said today! Teehees, its a pinky promise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall rush back to finish uploading the Japan photos. People are just impatient! Haha, kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&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/3518905596435403670-7207741404787687224?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7207741404787687224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7207741404787687224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7207741404787687224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7207741404787687224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/fearless.html' title='Fearless.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S59CKfmD7RI/AAAAAAAABCA/7XQ72wSdb_k/s72-c/DSC00147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7251909109661178535</id><published>2010-03-15T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:30:18.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S53fEIwzlaI/AAAAAAAABB4/mve245xoDno/s1600-h/Afraid,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S53fEIwzlaI/AAAAAAAABB4/mve245xoDno/s400/Afraid,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448756386352829858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But hell, I'm still so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Monday, supposedly the start of the holidays, mhm. Supposedly. Was supposed to meet up with Haziq and the guys today, around now. But I can't, 'cause I gotta stay home and babysit my bro, who got his leg broken due to sheer idiocy. Sigh, I'm bored. I don't feel like studying, at all. I feel like running, to someplace where my dream place has always been. The sea, the sand, a wide open space, the wind on my face, and that's all. But then again, reality has never been that perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just watched all the way till episode 11 of The Mentalist. I couldn't find the next episode, how stupid is that. And that is the only episode that links up to the rest of the episodes that are in the folder, which I can't watch now, 'cause I can't watch that episode, sigh. Currently listening to 'Crazy For This Girl' by Evan and Jaron, quite nice, :) Mondays, are supposed to be days out with the whole family, usually during for the holidays, but now, there's no more. Somehow, I'm spending more and more time alone, rather then being around people, and I don't know why. No people, not suffering from depression here. Mhm, I think I think better when I'm alone, but I hate being alone. I can't stand even 5 minutes of it, to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I wanna watch 'The Notebook'. I have the movie download and ready to watch in this laptop, but Kenny has yet to convert it, so I can't open the thing! :( 'Sides, I wanna watch it with baby, :D But he's always busy nowadays. Hardly talk to him these days much, already. We're meeting up tomorrow, in the wee hours of the morning, I think. To burn off some calories by going jogging. Oh well, who knows. Maybe the plan's gonna change again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Mum are in Malaysia, but I think they're back already. Mhm, and I'll probably be stuck at home for this whole day. Mundane. How I wish, I was down at the beach with the guys. This sucks, big time. And I wanna go to the movies. Sigh, I can't breathe, i need real entertainment :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-7251909109661178535?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7251909109661178535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7251909109661178535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7251909109661178535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7251909109661178535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-let-me-go.html' title='Don&apos;t let me go.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S53fEIwzlaI/AAAAAAAABB4/mve245xoDno/s72-c/Afraid,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2857483699349671265</id><published>2010-03-14T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:49:14.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5xJIhIwbAI/AAAAAAAABBY/lW9yjln89Es/s1600-h/Rose,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5xJIhIwbAI/AAAAAAAABBY/lW9yjln89Es/s320/Rose,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448310059894336514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How I wish, that roses would never wither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That moment was so sweet, so soft, and so memorable. You made me feel so special, as I laid my head back on your shoulder, and I received a kiss on my forehead. Even though, they were hundreds of people around, and we were surrounded by the crowd, it seemed to me, that there was only the two of us that stood out the most in the whole crowd. You smelled my hair, and buried your head in it, and whispered iloveyou in my ear. I smiled, and felt my heart melting. I forgot everything in that moment, and I wanted you to hold me forever. Your arms were around my tight, hugging me closer, and never letting go. You would kiss me occasionally, despite the surrounding people. And every few moment, you would kiss me, and tell me how much you love me. Yes, I'm really touched darling, 'cause you don't usually do this. That moment was really sweet, and when I saw your saccharine smile, I know that I want this forever.. Hahs, I really miss you sweetheart. As much as you say you do too, iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a really sweet and bitter day. But three quarters of it were really sweet. Teehees, I want it to happen again ! :) Haaaaaaaaahs. Its Sunday, Kenny's gonna go back to camp today, in a few hour's times. We're gonna send him again, again. I'm tired of seeing WhiteSands already, but yeah. Alright, I shall end off here. I've got nothing to post already, :O Teeheees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&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/3518905596435403670-2857483699349671265?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2857483699349671265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=2857483699349671265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2857483699349671265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2857483699349671265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/infinite-cold.html' title='Infinite cold.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5xJIhIwbAI/AAAAAAAABBY/lW9yjln89Es/s72-c/Rose,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-1464194016695829580</id><published>2010-03-12T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:42:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5oJujA2IQI/AAAAAAAABBQ/xC9DFVm4m4M/s1600-h/Origamis,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5oJujA2IQI/AAAAAAAABBQ/xC9DFVm4m4M/s320/Origamis,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447677394535457026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'Cause I know, how much you mean to me, but do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Friday, and today is the last day of school in Bedok, and also, marking the end of Term One. Everyone was excited today, about the new tees and everything. The atmosphere was high, but I just couldn't savour in it. I feel so... outta place. Haaaaaah, anyway. Nicholas Sparks is the best love story writer, Big.Time.All.Times. Read finished "The Notebook" yesterday, in just one day! :D Haha, it was so addictive and sensual! :D Made me horny somehow :O Teehees. I just finished watching "A Walk To Remember". God, its sweet to the max! :) Somehow, it gives you the feeling, that you wanna be there, but don't wanna be in that kinda situation. Its sad, cried at the ending. Awwwwwwwwwwww. Oh! And Mandy Moore is hot! :O Hahs, she's sweet-looking. I'mma buy all the books of Nicholas Sparks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like, I'm falling apart, just not yet. I need you baby. Somehow, we're spending and talking lesser and lesser together. Today, when I really spent some time with you, talking. It felt so strange, like I haven't talked to you for years. And I felt like a stranger, somehow. No matter how much I know it felt different. But I love you all the same, sweetheart. Its been two years, how can I not? God, but there's another five hours from now, before I can talk to you again, sigh. This is getting so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, anyway, school today, was awesome. Cleaned up the class and all. Had no mood for studying at all. Hah, oh! And our English NPPA's about sex! :) Teehees, one golden phrase! : "And here we are, wondering whether to have sex, but people are already doing it like rabbits."&lt;br /&gt;Classic huh. Pssssssssht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I should end here. I have nothing else to say. My blog's so dead, please revive it people! :D God, I have second thoughts about having a blog now. Feel like changing to tumblr, or onsugar, teehees, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Sigh, I really need you,baby.&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/3518905596435403670-1464194016695829580?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1464194016695829580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=1464194016695829580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1464194016695829580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1464194016695829580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-breathe.html' title='I can&apos;t breathe.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5oJujA2IQI/AAAAAAAABBQ/xC9DFVm4m4M/s72-c/Origamis,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8680294256544929214</id><published>2010-03-10T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:58:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5d5vPSGaAI/AAAAAAAABBI/94YfP8lIC-I/s1600-h/Lust,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5d5vPSGaAI/AAAAAAAABBI/94YfP8lIC-I/s320/Lust,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446956126791165954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Haaaaaaah, we'll do this, soon :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey, decided to update this mundane blog of mine. But I have nothing to blog about, gah. Dinner's in 6, so I gotta type this fast. Its just gonna be another short post, I guess. School's been alright, this week's been a little slack. We're moving back to our new school after the March holidays, so, I guess that's cool :D The March holidays are approaching soon, there's gonna be lotsa revising and stuff to do, I guess. It never made sense, that during the holidays, the teachers would let you off without any homework, 'cause, they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out, and watch movies. I haven't been to the movies, for three months now. Pathetic huh, but that's my life. Been studying and mugging as though there's no tomorrow. Tuition's in an hour, and I'm only halfway done with the homework, but I guess its okay, :) Haaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weird these days, somehow. I feel so down, and alone. I can't feel any joy, but sometimes I do. I don't get as esctatic as I used to anymore, and get so high that I would randomly go around hugging people. I don't laugh crazily, like the way I used to. Oh well, except for today. Haha, played the finger finger game with Haziq, like a competition, and was laughing my ass off 'cause I was winning ! :) Haaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall end off here. Dinner's in 2, so I gotta go. I miss you baby, sigh. I.Need.To.Get.This.Straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&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/3518905596435403670-8680294256544929214?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8680294256544929214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8680294256544929214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8680294256544929214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8680294256544929214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovelies.html' title='Lovelies.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5d5vPSGaAI/AAAAAAAABBI/94YfP8lIC-I/s72-c/Lust,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4579679029428369229</id><published>2010-03-06T09:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:31:00.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I want it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5G03jBACYI/AAAAAAAABBA/j36VhVZnMyQ/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5G03jBACYI/AAAAAAAABBA/j36VhVZnMyQ/s320/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445332290852882818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5G028uSz8I/AAAAAAAABA4/93bdqxCrYcc/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5G028uSz8I/AAAAAAAABA4/93bdqxCrYcc/s320/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445332280573874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My feet with my shoe on in Haziq's shoes! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Friday's gone, another week's gone. One more last week, till the term ends. Finally, its like, something everyone's been waiting for. The holidays. But, when the term ends, its gonna be more stressing, 'cause that's when the real challenge gets going when the mid-years come. There's so much homework piling up, and they will continue piling up till the O's are over, I guess. Kenny's Alevel's results came up yesterday, awesome him! :D He got two As and two Bs! :D Teehees, now he's going for NUS! :) I'mma so prouda him! Teehees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 more days, its gonna be two years baby. Two years...its been so long. Everything's changed now, I guess. In both good and bad ways. We've done things that are outta our range :) And I'm glad we did. I'm glad that now, we spend a few hours, just sitting down and talking about the day and what we've gotta say frankly to each other :) Hahs, though we can't officially celebrate it...Cause of our schedules, I'm sure we both know its a special day in our hearts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, short post. I haven't uploaded the Japan pictures! And people are rushing me :( I will upload it during the term holidays people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-4579679029428369229?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4579679029428369229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4579679029428369229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4579679029428369229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4579679029428369229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-i-want-it-all.html' title='&apos;Cause I want it all.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S5G03jBACYI/AAAAAAAABBA/j36VhVZnMyQ/s72-c/DSC00113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3284641806731121632</id><published>2010-02-27T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:26:55.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another time and place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S4i5fvoksmI/AAAAAAAABAw/XrPIHj0xwmU/s1600-h/Sweeet,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S4i5fvoksmI/AAAAAAAABAw/XrPIHj0xwmU/s320/Sweeet,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442804104690971234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this right now, baby :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Saturday! Another week till the holidays start, which equals to the end of Term One. Time's passing so fast. I'm flunking Math :( Gahs, I need like a real intense tuition teacher, ^^v. Perhaps I shall ask baby! :D Heees, oh yes. Biggest news of the week! I.LOST.MY.PHONE! D: Stupid ass dick person who took my phone decided not to give it back to me in the end, 'cause at first he/she called back, and when i called back, no answer. A few hours later, switched off. Suckers of all times. Sigh. Anyway, its over now. Got a new sim card, but I can't get my new phone in March anymore, cause I was supposedly about to change phone in March, when I dropped my phone, stupid huh. Now, I have to wait till May :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel so 'molested' this weeek. God, something's wrong. Hahs, this week's been real hectic, since I just came back from Japan. Lots and lots of homework to do, and I haven't even started! :O I'mma procrastinator, :D Teeheees. Probably meeting baby afterwards, 'cause I needa take something from him for him, so yeah, :D Heees, and shall probably spend some time together before going home :) Eating steamboat for dinner today! :D I need, need, need to gain some weight! :D Ironic. Alright, shall go start on my work now. There's tuition tonight, :( Heees, indept Biology with Beng! ^^v. Hahs, awesome shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;♥,xoxo&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/3518905596435403670-3284641806731121632?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3284641806731121632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3284641806731121632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3284641806731121632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3284641806731121632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-time-and-place.html' title='Another time and place.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S4i5fvoksmI/AAAAAAAABAw/XrPIHj0xwmU/s72-c/Sweeet,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8973377428199586192</id><published>2010-02-22T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:12:35.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand miles away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S4I-Mvq9PII/AAAAAAAABAo/PVRribDuudU/s1600-h/P1002140759545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S4I-Mvq9PII/AAAAAAAABAo/PVRribDuudU/s320/P1002140759545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440979688492973186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey people! Sorry for the lack of updates for so long. Just got back from Hokkaido, Japan. Gosh, a happy and fun trip, but I don't think its worth the money. The food is shit-e, seriously. Anyhooooo, pictures will be on Facebook, :D  Anyway, din't go to school today, 'cause reached home early in the morning at around 2am from the airport. 7 hour flight, tiring. And its so hard to sleep! But I slept for four hours unknowingly, :D Anyway, here goes the 7 days update ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;`14022010/15022010, Sunday cum Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Woke up at 0430 hour, dad's friend drove us to the airport. Haha, he so cute, look so blur. Anyway, met up with Crystal's family there, took tickets and stuff. Then checked in awhile later, 7 hour flight. Reached, it was raining in Japan! And the temperature was -14 degrees, and we were dressed in mere thin layered clothing. Went up a bus, and took it to another airport. About one and a half hour ride. Shopped there, Japan is totally a chocolate paradise! They are so crazy about chocolates! :D Ate at American Diner The Bay, I picked it! :D Yummmmmmmm. Hees, then took another plane at 2200 hours to Hokkaido. One and a half hour ride, :D Reached at 2200 hours, sat another bus to hotel, and reached at 2300 hours. Ate at the hotel restaurant. It was snowing then! :D Went out to take pics, but was damn cold, din't hang for long, and went back to sleep. Slept at 0100 hours, tired. &amp;amp; there goes Day One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;`16022010, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-1 to -10 degrees, freaking cold. Woke up at 6. Went to spa, the hot spring, :D You must strip totally naked! Gosh, super nice yet hot. Spa till a little light-headed, then showered. Its really cool. And you see naked bodies everywhere! Oh! Haha, it isn't a nice scene, not really. Its kinda scary actually. And you are also revealing your body to others! Showered, then went back to room. Was snowing heavily! Took pictures and ate breakfast. Went to the temple first, it was freezing! Then, we all had a snowball fight. The Lees VS The Chias. Haha, damn fun! :D Took pictures. Then, we went to shop at a shopping mall. Mum bought a burberry bag! It was half price of what was sold in Singapore! :D Cheappppp and real, :D The clothes were nice, but damn ex. Then, got sorta late on the way back. Went to see food shops then. Afterwards, went for lunch, :D Shopped again. Then, we went to this real long street of shops.Drank coffee at a cafe, its so cute! You got to keep the cute little cups! :D Hees, helped wash and packed them, :D Auto-roaming came afterwards! :D Hees, took lotsa pictures and bought chocolates! :D Seriously my kinda love, its a chocolate paradise! :D Then, went back to hotel after walking for, what seems like hours. Ate dinner, and went to spa again. Got kinda angry at someone after that, but nevermind. Figures. After that, sweet dreams, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;`17022010, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-10 to -16 degrees. Woke up, packed and breakfast! :D Wore a skirt and thick tights, :D Heees. Its nice to feel the cold wind! :D Hees, then, 3 and a half hour ride up the mountain. Went to a wine factory. Boring, 'cause you couldn't taste the wine till you're of age. Afterwards, went for lunch at ramne street. Auto-roaming. We chose the right store, yummmmyyy! :D Hees. Next on was the zooo! It was super cool. Saw penguins and polar bears up close! And etc, lots more. And saw the penguins real close too! They did a catwalk, haha. Down the whole stretch of road, so cute! It started to snow heavily then, the temperature dropped furthur. Went back to hotel afterwards, spa again! :D It was super shiok, :D Heeeees, 'cause I came up red skin and pink cheeks ! :D Heees, went for dinner, yummmmmm. There was crab! :) At night, went to the ice sculpture place. Super super cold at night! Outta breath. And it was super slippery at the ice sculpture place, but its super cool. Almost fell down a couple of times. Took lotsa pictures, dad and mum was super high. Haha. Walked 1km back to the hotel, 'cause we didn't wanna take the free transport bus, but instead, wanted to enjoy the scenery and cold, which I doubt we enjoyed the cold. Haha, was basically jogging to lose weight and keep warm at the same time. But it din't seem to help much, it pretty much just helped me to come up breathless, hees, :D Went to 7-11, heater! :D Walked back to hotel, afterwards. And bedtime! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;`18022010, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-1 to -5 degrees. Breakfast! :) Packed and all that stuff, and went to sit a cable car up to the peak of the mountain. Kinda dizzy because of the air pressure, :( Then, reached. Hees, played with snow, rolled in it and all. Haha, played snowboat, super cool. Took lotsa pictures! Tried to build a snowman and Crys's dad and daddy, but time ran out. Went back to the inside, heater! Sat beside twin! His body was coming off smoke! Weird, haha. Then sat cable car back down, went to see waterfalls afterwards. Nice! The mountains were all still alive, all giving out smoke! :) Lunchtime came then, yummmmy buffet, :D Foood seems so appealing and nice no matter how worse it gets when you're hungry, :D Shopped at a lavender shop afterwards, had a fun talk with Crystal! Heees, then, something funny happened. We walking out of the door, and snow slid down on us from the rooftop! We thought her mum threw a snowball at us, cause she was walking behind us. Hahahaa, we laughed till like so funny. Snow went into my shirt, super cold! :( Haha, but fun. Luckily, it wasn't icicles, frozen icicles. Cause then, it could kill. Afterwards, went to play snow mobile. Din't play, cause too ex. $1oo plus for one person to ride a motorbike for an hour round the snow. Haha, instead, played in snow. Had some bonding time with dad and mum and Fiona. The four of us, lied and rolled in snow! Heees, then wrote and climbed up and down, here and there. Took pictures. Tried to build a snowman then, 'cause there was lotsa time, but failed. 'Cause dad didn't wanna help, :( Hahas, and the foundation was screwed. Haha, went to play snowboarding then. FOC! :D Haha, and the four of us were awesome! The whole hill of snow, only the four of us were there! Hees, super nice! Damn cool, we played for so long, and was drenched. I purposely walked on the soft snow, which had just fallen, and sink into it! :) Then the snow froze on me and Fiona's clothes, and they became ice. Hah, it was super cold afterwards when we got back to the bus and it melted because of the heater. 2 hour trip back to hotel afterwards, dinner-ed and spa again. Its super nice this time, 'cause only have me and mum and Fiona! :) People came afterwards when we were done! Haha, just nice! :D Went back to the hotel and went online on iTouch! I love the hotel! :) Heeees. Talked with Poon and Hannah, haha, they were so cute! :) Waited for L'ove to go online after that, hees, chatted till midnight, Hokkaido time, :D He was so sweet! Hees, then bedtime! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`19022010, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;God knows how cold it is. Breakfast and the usual stuff, then went off. Two hour bus ride. Reached this real big place with lots and lots of shops! Bought a new shoe, 'cause mine was dying in the snow! :) Dad keep teasing me! :( Haaaaaah, then walked around, trying so hard to find a stationery shop, but failed. Went back to the main gate afterwards, bought food for the next long trip, :D Bought magee mee to eat on the bus! :D Hahs, super nice, 'cause I was freaking hungry! 2 hour drive to lunch, din't buy seafood, super ex. $400 for one crab. Eeeesh. Went to take pictures near the seaside outside the restaurant next, super super cold! And the wind's kills. Hahs, then went to see hills and mountains, and back to the hotel. Dinner, internet and bed. Tiring. The feeling's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;`20022010, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Freezing 1 degree celcius. Breakfast, Internet and set off! Went to a museum, saw and learned some stuff. Watched a performance, it was super funny! Mummy keep laughing because dad keep making us laugh! And she had to hold on to me for support! And we were the only ones laughing, haha! Then went off, two hour ride to Sapporo. Reached, lunch-ed. Super cold! Ate abolone! Super super big! I have the shell, :) Heeees, yummmmiest lunch ever! Hees, and its killing me once again....That feeling. Gahs. And then, went to a chocolate factory. Had alota fun! Heavy snow rain, took pictures and played in the snow! We're seeing snow everyday, record baby! :) Then, went to Asahi wine factory, watched a video/movie. Haha, damn cool and that feeling came again, gahs! Outta control. Stupid stupid me! Drank wine, hees. Stole some from mum, :D Went super high with Crystal afterwards! Heees, hahahaa. Crazyyyyyy me! Then, went to shop, super cold. Went to check in at hotel then, wi-fi! Went out for dinner afterwards, went to shop first in the mall and went back to the ramen shop. Its so famous and packed that we had to wait for another half hour before its our turn! Ate, super nice. Took pictures, then walked back to hotel. Hahs, can't wi-fi in the end, stupid. Went to twin's room and played cards with Oxford and Fiona. That stupid feeling just won't go away! :( :( :(  Fun, then went back to pack and shower and all, and slept ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;`21022010, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Snowwwwwww, cold. Breakfast, packed and went off. This time, the feeling gets stronger and stronger! :( Two hour drive to airport. Then reached, waited for an hour before boarding. I love/hate this moment, and that stupid feeling, ah. Boarded the plane afterwards, one half hour ride. Then, reached, took bus to another airport. Something happened in between. Stupid ass. I shouldn't have done that. Changed everything. Stupid me. But perhaps it was better. One hour ride, hungry. Reached, checked in and went to eat. Then, shopped around. Finally! Bought souvenir, 'cause dad wanna use up his money! :) But its really nothing, haha. But better than nothing! Then boarded the plane, seven hour ride! Tiring. Reached at around 1200 hours. Walked around Changi Airport 'cause mum was searching for something. It was about 1240 hours then. Took luggage and went to queue for taxi. Haha, something funny happened! :) Haha, reached home at 0130 hours. Changed and slept, and there goes the whole trip .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to visit Kenneth in hospital and pray for grandmother. Stupid ass, landed himself in hospital...Sigh...... Anyway, and here I am. I should end off here. Going to school tomorrow, :) Heees, can't wait! Alright, shall go upload some other pictures to Facebook before going off. Till here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&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/3518905596435403670-8973377428199586192?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8973377428199586192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8973377428199586192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8973377428199586192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8973377428199586192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/thousand-miles-away.html' title='A thousand miles away.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S4I-Mvq9PII/AAAAAAAABAo/PVRribDuudU/s72-c/P1002140759545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7246823413242410197</id><published>2010-02-13T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:23:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3bC9BMSPNI/AAAAAAAABAg/WVlKGpxLkoU/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3bC9BMSPNI/AAAAAAAABAg/WVlKGpxLkoU/s320/crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437747953644223698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, Awwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its gonna be Chinese New Year in about 40 minutes! :D Nope, I'm not counting down, just staying up to "shou ye" for Daddy and Mummy! :D Hahas, awwwwww. Like that, they'll live like super super super long. Haha, lame! Anyway, I'mma still gonna do it, :D Heees.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, and L'ove's not replying me, D: Think he's celebrating his birthday with his family, or busy doing something else, oh well. Hope he's having fun! :D Sigh...had a little tiff just now, about insecurities. Boo-hoo. Please baby, I love you alot alot alot alot. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, short post. Gotta either go play Mahjong to kill time, or watch Chuck, :D Haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-7246823413242410197?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7246823413242410197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7246823413242410197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7246823413242410197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7246823413242410197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-of-you.html' title='Thoughts of you,'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3bC9BMSPNI/AAAAAAAABAg/WVlKGpxLkoU/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6918208523709950507</id><published>2010-02-13T09:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:18:40.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupidity,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3X7LxpP5AI/AAAAAAAABAY/wseI5ZicyBQ/s1600-h/Hearts,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3X7LxpP5AI/AAAAAAAABAY/wseI5ZicyBQ/s320/Hearts,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437528304843219970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch the sunset, with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Chinese New Year Eve, and dang, this whole week has been so hectic and tiring. Till I've neglected my lunch for the whole week, and my shoulders have been aching like hell. And I almost fainted, twice, alone. God, its terrible. Anyway, I don't feel like I'm in the mood for Chinese New Year though. Its like, the atmosphere of it isn't even here. Somehow, that feeling got lost in, god-knows-what. Things are so mundane, and I feeeeeeeeeel so...overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone, D: Gah, what's wrong with me. Everything''s getting in my head, and I haven't really talked to anyone properly about how I feel anymore. Spent time with Crystal more often though, but somehow, I just can't say things out right. Its so frustrating, and what's more, Dad and I haven't talked for three days and counting. I don't know, if I shoudl apologise, but yeah. Mum's so mad everytime she talks to me, and Kenny's back. Finally, i missed him like hell. But somehow, we can't click too. Fiona has been an ass, so we aren't really talking unless necessary. See how alone I feel at home? Figures, everyone's been treating me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the thirteenth today. Happy Birthday L'ove! I sent you an ultra long message, so yeah, :D Haha. Alright, I should end off here. I shall go find other things worth doing more^^v. I need you baby, iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-6918208523709950507?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6918208523709950507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6918208523709950507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6918208523709950507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6918208523709950507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/cupidity.html' title='Cupidity,'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3X7LxpP5AI/AAAAAAAABAY/wseI5ZicyBQ/s72-c/Hearts,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-5468813704503524897</id><published>2010-02-09T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:42:30.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3FmP-aaehI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RIB90RzSz9Y/s1600-h/Me+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3FmP-aaehI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RIB90RzSz9Y/s320/Me+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436238649850755602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently tearing up as I blog, don't ask why. I just feel so fvcking screwed. I feel so so tired... I feel like just... I don't know. Currently talking to Kenny, he's one of the reasons I'm tearing up too, sigh... Not because I miss him like hell, but because, he's lecturing me on the same thing. Why can't I be in control for once...... Do I really have to retaliate harshly, and hurt everyone with what-i-think-i-speak-is-hurtful words? Do I really have to say those things I really don't want to say, or do those things that I never in my life think I would do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, forget those things, but somehow I'm still tearing up... I shall end off here, this ain't a proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Happy 23 months baby, 08022010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-5468813704503524897?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5468813704503524897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=5468813704503524897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5468813704503524897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5468813704503524897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/harsh-words.html' title='Harsh words.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S3FmP-aaehI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RIB90RzSz9Y/s72-c/Me+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-5125858730538834553</id><published>2010-02-06T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:17:59.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2zs6QKblMI/AAAAAAAABAI/AA_7MHe2xo8/s1600-h/morethenyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2zs6QKblMI/AAAAAAAABAI/AA_7MHe2xo8/s320/morethenyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434979335844631746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're always on my mind, baby. 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;And you're all I need, if that's what you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you this now, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you, through it all.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-5125858730538834553?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5125858730538834553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=5125858730538834553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5125858730538834553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5125858730538834553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna.html' title='I wanna,'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2zs6QKblMI/AAAAAAAABAI/AA_7MHe2xo8/s72-c/morethenyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-1199256771099178697</id><published>2010-02-05T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:02:32.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last time,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiSDWL1FI/AAAAAAAABAA/JUtxv9dIGso/s1600-h/Ah+nehh+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiSDWL1FI/AAAAAAAABAA/JUtxv9dIGso/s320/Ah+nehh+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434756543860692050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiRuRIrDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ahBwSf6nMTE/s1600-h/Ah+nehh+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiRuRIrDI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ahBwSf6nMTE/s320/Ah+nehh+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434756538202369074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiReMnIvI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Imt6iNugnxI/s1600-h/Ah+nehh+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiReMnIvI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Imt6iNugnxI/s320/Ah+nehh+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434756533888426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiQ4j9olI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zf33-ce8aAA/s1600-h/Ah+Nehh+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiQ4j9olI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zf33-ce8aAA/s320/Ah+Nehh+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434756523785822802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiQQp39lI/AAAAAAAAA_g/dGRBLwB972I/s1600-h/Ah+nehh+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiQQp39lI/AAAAAAAAA_g/dGRBLwB972I/s320/Ah+nehh+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434756513073198674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss my erratic- fanatic- crazy- asskicking- funloving- noisy brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its only been lesser than a day, and I'm missing my ass-kicking brother, D: He's admitted into army today, and I miss him like crazy already. Awwwwwww, and he's only coming back next week, what the bleah. Gah, why is everything moving so fast. I miss his smile, his jokes, his teasing, his care, his pat on my head. I miss everything about him. Ah, mum's missing him too. Dad pretended to cry, haha. I hope he's doing fine there, haha. And he won't be back till he has eight packs^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another Friday, thank god. The whole week has been so hectic. I flunked my AMath, god. Surds really freak me out. That was the only topic I flunked on, other than that, I'm scraping results close. I gotta study harder. I have tons of homework to work on, but I'm slacking today. I have to wake up at prolly 6am tomorrow again, just to help out at the market. I have tuition at night tomorrow, and I'm afraid about next week. And really, I still have tons of things I have yet to do, 'cause I really just don't feel like doing and I just procrastinate. I really really need you, and all the time I have in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried today, upset over some stuff. I've been crying alot this week, emotional distress. And both times, Haziq was there. Thanks dude! :D Haha, awwwwwwwwww. Anyhoooo, shall log off now. Shall go do other stuff to kill the list of "Stuffs-to-do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, and I really mean what I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-1199256771099178697?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1199256771099178697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=1199256771099178697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1199256771099178697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1199256771099178697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-last-time.html' title='One last time,'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2wiSDWL1FI/AAAAAAAABAA/JUtxv9dIGso/s72-c/Ah+nehh+%286%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7658089374940582821</id><published>2010-02-01T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:16:28.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Drunk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2bgbZ-E2qI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/icxaUUsils8/s1600-h/random+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2bgbZ-E2qI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/icxaUUsils8/s320/random+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433276761901423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gah, I'm posting on a Monday night. I know, but currently, I'm working on my Chemistry NPPA, which has to be handed up by today, before midnight, and I'm waiting for PeiShi's thingy to be done. Anyhooo, decided to post to kill time, 'cause I'm getting kinda bored. I'm sick, physically and mentally. I have a problem, boohoo. Haha. Just had buffet at a restaurant, with Kenny, Fiona and parents. Had lotsa fun, but when it came near to an ending, I suddenly became so quiet, and I don't know why. Walked alone on the dark path to the car, with the wind blowing on my face. I could hear the waves crashing on the shore, and I longed to there, like how I used to be, but I can't. We were at around East Coast, and it was cold! Luckily, I brought a mini jacket, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tournament just now with Bedok View. Won them 26-20. Only played for the last quarter though, hees. Anyway, good job girls! Keep it up! We still have one last game! :D&lt;br /&gt;Aw, tuition's gonna be fun already! No more boring times sitting in the centre staring into empty space, and not absorbing a thing the teacher's saying. He doesn't even know how to teach! Even though he's kinda hot. Anyhoo, I finally got out of that boring course for one month! God, I wondered how I endured it. Anyway, Beng's gonna be teaching me! Private tuition! Which is gonna be so much fun! :D Haha, really looking forward to it this Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;There's training tomorrow, and I'm deprived of sleep. God, and I'm still on the computer. This year's been hectic. And I need more money, D: Gotta go, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-7658089374940582821?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7658089374940582821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7658089374940582821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7658089374940582821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7658089374940582821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-drunk.html' title='Love Drunk.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2bgbZ-E2qI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/icxaUUsils8/s72-c/random+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7236414014934760711</id><published>2010-01-31T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:32:20.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2VN3lD06XI/AAAAAAAAA_I/DK1ArHay6Lk/s1600-h/Bed,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2VN3lD06XI/AAAAAAAAA_I/DK1ArHay6Lk/s320/Bed,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432834142728677746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I'm feeling this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want you to ask me to be your valentine,  even though its pretty obvious that I'm gonna spend Valentine's Day with you.&lt;br /&gt;         - Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This would be probably a last post for the week too, :D Haha. Won't be updating much these days, 'cause of school. Its getting pretty hectic, and New Year's just around the corner. Don't even have time to go buy new clothes for it. I wanna spend money, Dad's money, :D Haha, oh well, been spending lotsa money these days on books and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, in a way. My head's throbbing and all. I still haven't revised much during this weekend, and its coming to an end in a few hours. There's another tournament tomorrow, against Bedok View, which I hope we can win, 'cause I really don't want to run twenty rounds as a punishment, and also, I really hope we can win. I wanna play tomorrow too, 'cause I didn't get to play much the last game. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is coming soon too. Would it be a good one? 'Cause the past two years of Valentine's Day have been the worse ones in my entire life. I hope it will be an unforgettable one, baby. I shall end off here. My head's killing me. Shall go take painkillers or something. Get well soon Lóve, and me, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-7236414014934760711?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7236414014934760711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7236414014934760711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7236414014934760711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7236414014934760711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-you-to-ask-me-to-be-your.html' title='Its another day.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2VN3lD06XI/AAAAAAAAA_I/DK1ArHay6Lk/s72-c/Bed,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-613288325454183709</id><published>2010-01-29T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:19:44.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's so much more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2LfNgehlfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/h3K9Pa73zd8/s1600-h/Miss,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2LfNgehlfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/h3K9Pa73zd8/s320/Miss,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432149523711497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Supppp people! :D Had the TKGS tournament today. Lost, oh well. But we played well for it, we gave all our best. We'll perservere and I'm sure we can do better! :D Perhaps win the last two games tooooooo! Pfft. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so drained and tired. My shoulders are aching. And I don't know when my period's gonna come, cause my stomach keeps hurting like hell for the past consecutive days. Maybe I'm pregnant, HAHA. As if. Did nothing near that. Anyhooooooooooo, Mass Run's tomorrow. God, I'm excited for it. Gonna run all the wayyyyy! :D Its a good way to train my stamina too, which I think, might have decreased due to the massive amount of food I ate today. God, the first time I eat so much in the whole one month! But anyway, its good practice. Seeing that I'm still..underweight. Hmm, time to improvise, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was sweet yet harsh today. I don't know why, but yeah. Currently listening to Tonight - FM Static. I'm feeling so drowsy. I shall go text L'ove now.&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&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/3518905596435403670-613288325454183709?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/613288325454183709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=613288325454183709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/613288325454183709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/613288325454183709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-so-much-more.html' title='There&apos;s so much more.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2LfNgehlfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/h3K9Pa73zd8/s72-c/Miss,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6428323017927859651</id><published>2010-01-27T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:12:53.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, give me your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2APgP-Nv6I/AAAAAAAAA-4/lOVuWzXy2y4/s1600-h/Cool,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2APgP-Nv6I/AAAAAAAAA-4/lOVuWzXy2y4/s320/Cool,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431358197326528418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its 1805 hours on Wednesday. The weather these days seem so hot that they could just burn your skin off. School was okay today, Geography was fun for the first time, haha. Seeing that I was seeing with the most awesome people, like Poon, Haziq, Atikah and Ee Hong. We all were like talking horny, haha. Okay, I was like super horny. Anyway, I'm bound to fail History test, 'cause I didn't study. And the teacher said I cheated when I didn't even open the book. It was like, only under my desk? Anyway, I was so pissed. I shall and hope that I flunk it so that, she's fired or something. Everyone think she sucks, which practically is a fact. And she didn't even teach us the whole topic and expected us to answer questions. And, the test is counted in CA, okay then. To hell with it, anyway, our Geography teacher agrees that she's not good. Haha, she said it indirectly though. She just asked us to be patient to wait for Mr Shahril to come back, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts, D: I don't know if its my period or not. Its like 'attacking' me, badly. I think I'm falling sick, huh. There's another match on Friday, against TKGS. Training's tomorrow, but I don't think I'm going. Dad's asking me to come home to rest, and I'm not feeling very well. Oh well, I shall see how later on. Alright, I shall start to revise on Biology, or perhaps go surf the net till dinner. And after dinner, I shall start studying. Till here then, :D&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-6428323017927859651?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6428323017927859651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6428323017927859651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6428323017927859651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6428323017927859651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-give-me-your-love.html' title='Baby, give me your love.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S2APgP-Nv6I/AAAAAAAAA-4/lOVuWzXy2y4/s72-c/Cool,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4944243587912788656</id><published>2010-01-24T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:02:10.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I know everything, will be alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1uqAk95L4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/4YJ-iOzgLC4/s1600-h/seductions,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1uqAk95L4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/4YJ-iOzgLC4/s320/seductions,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430120702625263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rated! :D Ohmygosh, this is so seductive. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Helloooooo! :D Decided to post again. I'm rushing through my homework now, but somehow, I don't have the heart to do it. Tuition's in about 1 hour and 20 mins. Gah, I have to go through it again. It wasn't so bad yesterday, 'cause I revised and did lotsa things, which made me feel proud of myself! :D Haha. Anyhoooooo, I'm thinking of joining OnSugar. Haha, its kinda attracting and such. Oh well. Oh yes! I can go for F.L.Y. soooooon! :D Haha, my tuition's gonna change somehow, someday,perhaps the end of this month, or the start of next month, so yeah. Awwwww, Kenny's going to army soon, sadly. I will miss my crazy, fun-loving, jerk-teasing brother. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I argued with L'ove yesterday. It got kinda intensed a moment there, 'cause of some things. Oh well, I don't know. Everything will be fine nowwwwwwww. I can't go to Facebook D: The stupid thing is lagging again, and somehow, can't load. Gosh. Ohgosh, I can't finish my homework. I'm gonna have to spend my afternoon doing it again, when I have plans of relaxing. The week's been rough, and I haven't relaxed much yet! Gonna go out today, in the evening. Its family day! Hees, alright, I shall end off here. Needa go shower before I go for tuition now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, is believing in forever, a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-4944243587912788656?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4944243587912788656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4944243587912788656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4944243587912788656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4944243587912788656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/cause-i-know-everything-will-be-alright.html' title='Cause I know everything, will be alright.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1uqAk95L4I/AAAAAAAAA-w/4YJ-iOzgLC4/s72-c/seductions,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-1113597712790807361</id><published>2010-01-23T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T09:37:17.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere, as long as I'm with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1pRWGjqjpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/inHzDHKG8iE/s1600-h/Alone,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1pRWGjqjpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/inHzDHKG8iE/s320/Alone,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429741740907728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey people! :D I'mma posting again, this might prolly be the last post for the week, or not. It depends if I can get hold of the computer tomorrow. I'm gonna have a four hour tuition later on again, and I would have to face the teacher who talks so slowly, and is like George Washington, for two hours before going for another two hours of math with another teacher. Gosh, that's going to be tiring. I would rather go to F.L.Y. with Kenny. Sadly, I have tuition, which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling down, and I don't know why. That feeling's eating into me again, and is it so hard for me to admit that I actually don't mean what I said, about trust? I don't know that either, because I do trust. But sometimes, just the tiniest little thing, could shatter it. And sometimes, it drives me crazy, and make me think in different directions, and lotsa other things.Its so frustrating, and sometimes it kills me when its not like, dissolved with the truth I wanna hear. Pyschotic ass. Damn, should I ask or not? I'm confused. Baby, where are you now. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another match on Monday. God, I really want us to win. I'll give it all, I swear. Shall go off now, tons of homework to do. And the feeling's eating into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-1113597712790807361?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1113597712790807361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=1113597712790807361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1113597712790807361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1113597712790807361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/anywhere-as-long-as-im-with-you.html' title='Anywhere, as long as I&apos;m with you.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1pRWGjqjpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/inHzDHKG8iE/s72-c/Alone,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7113805747194971041</id><published>2010-01-22T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:51:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I wanna be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1msvEoE8KI/AAAAAAAAA-g/AojPEq0x0sE/s1600-h/123..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1msvEoE8KI/AAAAAAAAA-g/AojPEq0x0sE/s320/123..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429560750467510434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The third week of school's past. God, its still so hectic. But somehow, I sorta got used to the hectic schedules and the tons of homework that those people they call teachers can give. Haha, I'm kidding really. Anyhoooo, sorry for the absence. Its been busyyyyy. What with, tournaments, homework, tests and trainings. Seriously, killing. Speaking of which, lost to Boardrick today. Gah! Only 5 goals close! Its so close! D: Regret not trying harder in the first two quarters. Damn. Anyway, shall focus on the next upcoming games. I'm gonna give it all, gah. How I hope to get into the second round, D: Huhhhhhh, its gonna be tough though. We're gonna tryyyyyy our best, kay? Oh! And Amirah! Get well sooooon! We neeeeeeeeeed you babe! :D Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have nothing to post these days. Been spending alot of time with L'ove, well, I always do, hah. Something's wrong with me, and I don't know what... Sigh, its so frustrating. Bloooooooooody hell. I feel so pissed off with myself huh. But nevermind, I guess that feeling will pass. Afterall, its all about trust, and I trust you baby. At least, I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-7113805747194971041?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7113805747194971041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7113805747194971041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7113805747194971041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7113805747194971041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-wanna-be.html' title='This is where I wanna be.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1msvEoE8KI/AAAAAAAAA-g/AojPEq0x0sE/s72-c/123..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3579707227445684731</id><published>2010-01-17T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:01:03.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what my baby says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1J8WRxLX8I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rFR2WMfih20/s1600-h/Foot,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1J8WRxLX8I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rFR2WMfih20/s320/Foot,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427537223103504322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Cause when I close my eyes, all I ever think about is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey yo! :D Back from the Sec Three camppppppp! :D This is gonna be a short post though, 'cause I needa go revise and stuff after this. Camp was fun, was super super horny and stuff. 3E2 won! :D The most enthusisastic class ! :D Was super hyper and high on performance night! :D Haha, we danced ! :D And Night walk was super super awesome! :D Anyhooooooo, we really bonded alot during this camp, haha. And everyone rocked! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Got into the school team, and tournaments are coming. Kinda stressed with everything...&lt;br /&gt;And school's tomorrow, and I haven't started on my homework, 'cause I spent most of my time sleeping yesterday, as I was tired. Alright, I shall go off now. Shall update when I can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-3579707227445684731?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3579707227445684731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3579707227445684731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3579707227445684731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3579707227445684731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-what-my-baby-says.html' title='That&apos;s what my baby says.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S1J8WRxLX8I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/rFR2WMfih20/s72-c/Foot,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-5423660470289500891</id><published>2010-01-10T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:43:54.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing Waves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S0k9819Nb-I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/YsG9yvYscAc/s1600-h/Mountains,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S0k9819Nb-I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/YsG9yvYscAc/s320/Mountains,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424935341629730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This would probably be the last post of the week. Before we'll all go back to another hectic week at school. I still haven't started on my homework yet.  And not forgetting, I still haven't went to Popular to get stuff that I was supposed to get last week. Sigh, had a bad day yesterday. Had tuition for four hours. God, it was super super boring. And to add up, the work was super hard, especially Chem. It was like hell, and I haven't even learned it! Luckily, we're moving on to Bio next week. I kinda hate tuition now, but I can't avoid it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another bad dream just now. That particular person's seriously freaking me out. But I have to be strong, :D Alright, I shall go start on my work now, or I wouldn't have enough time to finish it. And! I need to get my head right on, before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-5423660470289500891?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5423660470289500891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=5423660470289500891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5423660470289500891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5423660470289500891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/crashing-waves.html' title='Crashing Waves.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S0k9819Nb-I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/YsG9yvYscAc/s72-c/Mountains,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6911756505058225995</id><published>2010-01-08T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:05:16.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsolable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S0cz8zLcNNI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Cu3EHN52bGI/s1600-h/Little+children,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S0cz8zLcNNI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Cu3EHN52bGI/s320/Little+children,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424361395814413522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;                         but I swear I won't forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So the first week of school is over and done with. It has been a hectic week. God, with the preparation for the upcoming tournaments, ( trainings are pressuring, simply. ) And, the new subjects that teachers are trying to make you learn, and drill the key points into your brain, and with spending loads of money, for files and books, so yeah. I got elected as the co-chairman, along with Haziq being the chairman. It isn't that bad, with Haziq being so friendly, HAHA, ( Kidding! He's like my best buddy! :D ) So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A!Maths, is quite okay. And ironically, I can't do my E!Math, but I can do my A!Math. Somethind's wrong huh, haha. But its hard, seriously. I don't think that I can cope with Chem either, seeing that its kinda difficult. Biology's okay, I guess. But its sometimes a bore, as the teacher just keep rattling and rattling on. I like Geography lessons though, :D Partly 'cause the teacher's like awesome, as she gives you all the information and notes you can think of, and I copied them in my textbook, and in one page, its like filled with lotsa notes. Awesome huh. The rest's okay, I guess. But I still find Chinese a bore, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently feeling kinda emotional, haha. ( I'm not usually this emotional, you knw. Oh well, when I blog, sometimes, it means that I.am.emotional. ) Hmm... I read two people's blog, well, not really, I actually read quite a number of blogs today, but I meant, two out of the rest that I read, affected me the most. But one of them, I don't know if it really does affect me, 'cause I don't really knw what and who in particular it refers to anyway, so yeah. But still, there's this..feeling in me, telling me to be careful of what I would think of and say, 'cause it might cause problems which are not really necessary, ( if its untrue). But the problem is that I don't knw if it is, so yeah. God, oh whatever. To hell with it, 'sides, even if its true. It'll be revealed someday. And! I would know what to do, when that day comes, :D And all I need now, is faith and trust in &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to a...song? Well, sorta, not really. Its more like a..classical music/tune. Its really, touching, and unbearably sweet. Sigh, and it makes me think of you, :D Haha. Oh yes, I shall post about today, before I get to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Display Day's today. Hmm...it was, okay, I guess? Well, some people ( Mostly girls, seeing that you promote netball to girls. ) as I was saying, some people are real rude. They were like some stuck-up...people, who just completely think that they own your asses off. Hmm, oh well, figures. Anyway, 30 over people joined ! :D Try-outs are on Tuesday! But I don't know if I'll be there to see it, 'cause there's IT that day! D: IT lessons again, they're kind of like a bore. Oh well, maybe I shall go for the make-up lessons on other days, that would be awesome, :D But I'd drag people with me! Haha, willing people^^v.  Anw, CCA Display Day was okay, I guess. Stayed back afterwards and trained/played shooting and half-court with Atikah,Yani,Sab, Hannah, Lays. It was fun! At around 1850 hours? It started to rain, and we decided to pack up. The Sec Ones were having camp, and they were starting to have dinner. Hah, I miss camps, D: Walked to the interchange afterwards and went home. Was practically freezing on the bus. And that's all for today, I guess, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall say something first ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Crys ;&lt;br /&gt;I read what you had to say...And I'm not as great as you think I am. I don't know, if you know, but sometimes it is difficult for me to see you..in a few states, sometimes. Its like, you're in dire straits and I can't help, you know? But sometimes, then again, I try to take things the other way, to see things from your point of view, to help you. I know you well, because I sorta grew up with you. I know your character, I think, more than you know yourself. You sacrifice for people, but have you thought of yourself ? Think again, friends come and go, they leave footprints in your life, they enter and leave when the time comes. I'm not saying tht, all friends might. But those who make the deepest imprint/impressions are the ones that you keep the closest, right?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to always, think that its your responsibility for you to do things. People think you have what it takes to do it, and they look up to you to it, not that they are actually pushing the responsibility to you ! Perhaps, you should try to think in that way... I know, I'm not in any position to say anything, 'cause I don't really know what actually happened, but I know, that this is what I can really do...I wish..you wouldn't be this emotional, 'cause, haha, I really don't wanna see you suffer from depression when you're old. Haha, and then after that your husband come begging me for help 'cause I'm the only one besides him who can really make you laugh! xD Haha. Try accepting more people in your life... Don't always be so emo and shy and stuff! Like you said, you wonder if your first impression's like that right ? It doesn't have to be that way. Not everyone will hurt you, its a matter of whether you'll open up. Okay, so maybe sacarstic remarks are inevitable, but yeah. I hope you'll be better, and then, perhaps, the childhood days will come back, :D You have to let go, to move on. Get it ? Cheer upppp! :D I'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the above picture, might just be dedicated to you! xD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Flo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh yes, and to end off, Happy 22nd Anniversary Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-6911756505058225995?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6911756505058225995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6911756505058225995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6911756505058225995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6911756505058225995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/inconsolable.html' title='Inconsolable.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/S0cz8zLcNNI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Cu3EHN52bGI/s72-c/Little+children,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2650806401376350974</id><published>2010-01-02T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T17:19:21.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz8Pk85xrzI/AAAAAAAAA94/fg5pVia9sPI/s1600-h/Rose,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz8Pk85xrzI/AAAAAAAAA94/fg5pVia9sPI/s320/Rose,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422069603875532594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Decided to post something regarding 2009. I know its kinda late, but I just got the sudden inspiration to post, haaaaaah. School's in 2 days, and after seeing the new timetable, I feel that I ain't ready. And to add on, everything would be different from the past two years already. Would there be something I'd miss that I can't let go ? And I don't know if I'm ready for anything at all, but I have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The clique ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There's alot of things I'd like to say/express, but somehow, I can't. I don't know what to say, to make all of us feel as good as we used to. Perhaps, there are chances for us to prove, and to change, but we don't want to. Maybe we've been too caught up in each other's mistakes that we overlook the good things tht we actually have. Maybe, all of us have moved on, and perhaps we're more comfortable in this way. Perhaps, we should really move on, cause holding back and living in the past isn't gonna help the present. But sometimes, I really wish that everything could be how they used to be, because those were the times that I really enjoyed. But somehow, in time, they start to fade, and new memories take their place. Next year, is gonna be a new beginning. Would we still be like now, just smiling at each other, and not say anything furthurmore? I just, want everything to be as it used to be, or even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Crystal ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Remember how we used to chat on the phone, or even, go out or meet up in the markets while helping our parents out, and then meeting up afterwards and then chat non-stop, or even play? Remember how we used to chat late into the night, and gossip about all kinds of stuff, and tell each other every single secret we have? Now..we seemed to have drifted, just that little. You seem more and more withdrawn... I don't understand, why you have to put so much stress onto yourself.. And push every blame towads yourself... and make yourself so miserable. I know, that your friends matter alot to you, but you can't count their mistakes as yours... I'm sorry, I know, that I'm not in much position to comment on this, but I just want you to know, that I'm always here for you. And I really really miss the old you. Please, don't be like this anymore? Each time I see you, you seem more and more withdrawn, stressed up and sad. Don't make things much more difficult for yourself when life's already hard enough, okay? Cheer up... I don't see you smiling much now. Or not, soon enough, you might have depression. (Kidding, but still true.) Please? Take it as I'm begging you, okay girl ? Don't take things to hard...Its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;L'ove;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hahs, I have alot alot alot of things to say. But you should have heard them a thousand times now.. Anyway, thanks for everything ! :D Haha, you're doing awesome. I hope I am too, 'cause its been long since I've been this this EXTENT of happy! :D Hahs, and everything seems to be so smooth... but I hope that when school starts, things would still be the same. And I really really hope that you keep your promises... :D Hahs. I've got nothing left to say! :D Haha, and I really really like it when &lt;i&gt;everything's&lt;/i&gt; wet! Its really tempting, :D Haha. I love you, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2E1 ! ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gah, I'll miss the times. I MISS YOU ALL PEOPLE ! :D MEET UP REAL SOON, OKAY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that should be done. Oh gosh, I feel so bored.bored.bored, D: Baby, come back soon will you ? Hahs, alright. I should end off here ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3518905596435403670-2650806401376350974?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2650806401376350974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=2650806401376350974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2650806401376350974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2650806401376350974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/retrospects.html' title='Retrospects.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz8Pk85xrzI/AAAAAAAAA94/fg5pVia9sPI/s72-c/Rose,.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4502356507396505095</id><published>2010-01-01T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:36:56.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer flowers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1RAZ4M4CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fe65SQo83HI/s1600-h/Cute+hug+%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1RAZ4M4CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fe65SQo83HI/s320/Cute+hug+%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421578593812406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, its a new year ! :D I hope that this year, would be the best of the best years than the previous years. And I hope that everything would be perfect, which is kinda impossible. There's always ups and downs to get through life. Anyhoooo, shall have a more positive way of looking at things this year, and change for the better ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes ! I know that I said I'd upload the photos for Korea, they'll be on Facebook, :D Its a new decade, so yeahhhh. Hees, alright, shall continue uploading photos on Facebook ! :D&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1P87CVWQI/AAAAAAAAA9o/NkLspCCxf4o/s1600-h/Balloooooooons+%21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1P87CVWQI/AAAAAAAAA9o/NkLspCCxf4o/s320/Balloooooooons+%21.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421577434482170114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1PveVmk0I/AAAAAAAAA9g/uwYryD_FL98/s1600-h/Balloooooooons+%21.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1PveVmk0I/AAAAAAAAA9g/uwYryD_FL98/s320/Balloooooooons+%21.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421577203440063298" 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/3518905596435403670-4502356507396505095?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4502356507396505095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4502356507396505095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4502356507396505095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4502356507396505095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2010/01/summer-flowers.html' title='Summer flowers.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sz1RAZ4M4CI/AAAAAAAAA9w/fe65SQo83HI/s72-c/Cute+hug+%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8445466868744905098</id><published>2009-12-25T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:27:14.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me like burning fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTcyNTMzMTg*NCZwdD*xMjYxNzI1MzYxNzIxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*5NWQ4MTY5YzA5MGM*YTY3OGRlYmUyNjMyZjdkYjBiMyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography/Janita_22/z143900420.jpg?o=503" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk236/Janita_22/z143900420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL ! :D Hope that everyone's enjoying today ! Except me, sadly. I'm stuck at home, because my parents are not allowing me out, especially on a day like this. Don't know what the hell's wrong. Anyway, have been in a sad mood all day. Nothing to do at home, and I keep walking around like an idiot. Gah, I hate being stuck at home. I haven't spent money since I came back from Korea ! I haven't bought anything for myself, or spent on anything yet. This.Is.Killing.My.Buzz. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, couldn't save the cute picture above, so thought that I would post it. Currently listening to BackStreet Boys, I'm bored. I shall go do something for Christmas now. Hopefully, I'll get out of the house tomorrow, and go out with L'ove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird  and scary dream about Dylan yesterday. Gah! Shocked. Haha, seriously. Its something about erectile dysfunction. Hmmmmm, something's wrong, haha. Alright, shall go off now,&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-8445466868744905098?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8445466868744905098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8445466868744905098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8445466868744905098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8445466868744905098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Kiss me like burning fire.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4691112131567715790</id><published>2009-12-24T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:39:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contagious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SzLgCAz8fSI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-Z1FpHIK7kU/s1600-h/%28L%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SzLgCAz8fSI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-Z1FpHIK7kU/s320/%28L%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639626862361890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Every reader who has ever suffered the pangs of unrequited love, will know the exquisite torment that comes from listening to sad songs.    - Gary Hayden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaahs, I think the above phrase's real gooooood ! :D Gah, its my favourite kind of weather now, raining and dark and cold, a perfect weather to sleep in late. But I woke up in the wee hours in the morning 'cause of a stupid stomach ache that hurts so much till now. And couldn't went back to sleep. Anyhooooo, thought of uploading a photo of mum and dad, a horny and unglam one^^v. Haaaaahs, but thought that its kinda bad, so didn't, :D Perhaps I shall upload it in the album on Facebook, and see whether people might find it, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was flipping through the family albums yesterday, and seeing all the old photos. Haha, shall upload some of the photos when I have the time. Gosh, the pictures were like so cute and stuff, xD Haha, anyway, kinda missed those moments. And was feeling kinda upset yesterday, because of certain stuffs. Luckily L'ove was there, :D Haaaaaahs, oh yes ! Went over to find L'ove yesterday! :D Haha. And yay! We finally did it ! :D Its a dirty little secret, :D Heees. Don't anyhow think kay people ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's opening soon. Curses, and I haven't gotten my books yet. Can only get on the 29th, 'cause Dad forgot to collect them last week and I was out. Considering if we should get at Popular, but Dad says its okay. So yeah. And I can't attend the Netball BBQ next Monday ! D: Would be in Malaysia then. But I'll be there for the match the next day, :D Heeees. Today's Christmas Eve ! Supposedly, I should be going out, but I don't think I am. I want to celebrate Christmas ! Hmm, but I don't know if anyone's free then. Anyhooo, I'm getting a present from Dad then, :D Heeees. I think I shall go out tomorrow, see whose willing, :D Today's the 24th,  all the good movies are out ! ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't know what else to post anymore. These days, there seem to be no juice in my life! Shall end off here then,&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-4691112131567715790?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4691112131567715790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4691112131567715790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4691112131567715790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4691112131567715790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/contagious.html' title='Contagious.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SzLgCAz8fSI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-Z1FpHIK7kU/s72-c/%28L%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-1932770864227389599</id><published>2009-12-23T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:40:53.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesick,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SzFzZjmF1yI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CjcglA0Kn2o/s1600-h/PC130305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SzFzZjmF1yI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CjcglA0Kn2o/s320/PC130305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418238709592348450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alright, I'm finally back to posting. And yes ! I can get back to training tomorrow. Went to see the doctor yesterday, well, not really. His wife was real nice ! She sorta told me that the swelling will go down in time, so there's no need to see the doctor. Then she told my mum how to help it go down faster too ! Hahs. Anyhoo, have been helping Dad in the market these days. Gah! Its so tiring ! But its okay, I guess. I've been having bizarre dreams these days once again. Guess its due to the tiredness. Anyway, I keep forgetting to post this. But now, I do remember. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;CONGRATS TO SIHUI &amp;amp; DEXTER ! MAY YOU GUYS LAST LONGGG ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heeees, okay. Sigh, school's starting soooooon, so is the drama of school days. Huh, I'm getting kind of sick and tired... I hope you keep your promises... Mmm...Anyway, YaChun's back ! :D I'mma see her soooooooooon !  Wanna go out with her, :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall end off here ! :D  Wanna play L4D2 already, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-1932770864227389599?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1932770864227389599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=1932770864227389599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1932770864227389599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1932770864227389599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/alright-im-finally-back-to-posting.html' title='Lovesick,'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SzFzZjmF1yI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CjcglA0Kn2o/s72-c/PC130305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-275514946923007576</id><published>2009-12-17T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:18:48.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half past one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SymVAoIq72I/AAAAAAAAA84/YiPXqXSOb-Y/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SymVAoIq72I/AAAAAAAAA84/YiPXqXSOb-Y/s200/pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416023864896057186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyheyyyy, :D I'mma back from Koreaaaaa ! ;D Haha, will post 'bout it...soooooon. Anyway, pictures will be uploaded soon too, 'cause I'm kinda lazy to update it nowwwwww, ;D Haha. Okay, I wanna post this. BIG BIG CREDITS TO MISTIKA, :D She always has the awesome stuff huh, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;12 THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT WOMEN : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A  private plane will not make up for the fact that you have bad breath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You  know that one time you let your gay friend blow you? Tell your shrink, not  us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Text  messaging is for children and people who are having affairs. Don’t be  either. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If  you just listen and let her cry, it will lead to deep, wet, soulful sex. If you  like that kind of thing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never  wear cologne. We love a clean smell. Plus, it interferes with the Cheval Blanc  ‘64. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We  like younger men for the same reasons you like younger women: stamina and  skin. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There  are two spots on women that need to be touched more: the back of the neck and  the lower back. Fireworks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There’s something about a man who is a good driver: calm, good reflexes, knows where he’s going, gets in and out of situations gracefully, knows when to speed up and slow down. Invariably, he’s good in bed. Does this mean the Teamsters are great lovers? &lt;i&gt;Hmm&lt;/i&gt; … note to self. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You  know that thing about men being hunters? We don’t buy that as an excuse to screw  around. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never  send red roses. That’s such a cliché. A simple wildflower will get you where you  want to be. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t try to figure us out. We don’t even understand ourselves. Just think of us as a complex carbohydrate that’s good for you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We  need you. Because a vibrating piece of plastic can’t kiss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heeeees, enjoyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-275514946923007576?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/275514946923007576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=275514946923007576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/275514946923007576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/275514946923007576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/half-past-one.html' title='Half past one.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SymVAoIq72I/AAAAAAAAA84/YiPXqXSOb-Y/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8567805238546269748</id><published>2009-12-11T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:52:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SyGlm3_rPaI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Y7ZuWGq_gW8/s1600-h/couple+kissing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SyGlm3_rPaI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Y7ZuWGq_gW8/s200/couple+kissing+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413790314360683938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm leaving today, for Korea. Till the 16/17th of December. Huh, I'm gonna miss loads and loads of people. One person, in particular, :D Hahs. The whole holiday vacation's ending soon, and soon enough, it would be 2010. What I wouldn't give, for just a little more time, to spend. Alright, so people. If anything, please text me by today, :D You can still text me, just that I'll be awol for 6 days, :D Alright, gotta go eat breakfast nowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, Baby, I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-8567805238546269748?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8567805238546269748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8567805238546269748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8567805238546269748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8567805238546269748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/departure.html' title='Departure.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SyGlm3_rPaI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Y7ZuWGq_gW8/s72-c/couple+kissing+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6063803950243502731</id><published>2009-12-10T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:43:55.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, I wanna post something that I find it so awesome ! :D Haha, credits to Mistika, kayyyyyy ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are the ICE beneath my skates :D&lt;br /&gt;You are the thorns beneath my roses.&lt;br /&gt;You are the cheese in my cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;You are the art in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You are the chicken in my chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;You are the curry in my roti prata.&lt;br /&gt;You are the ass in my bass! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;You are the fillet in my fillet-o-fish.&lt;br /&gt;You are the blank in my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;You are the dough in my donut.&lt;br /&gt;You are the fire in my fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;You are the tomato in my tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;You are the sugar in my candies.&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength when I was weak.&lt;br /&gt;You are my eyes when I couldn’t see.&lt;br /&gt;You are my voice when I couldn’t speak.&lt;br /&gt;You are the air that I breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I am the cum in your circumcision. (For those who are feeling horny) ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Things girls wish guys would know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Don’t think that just because you didn’t tell us we are never going to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Our friends know EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. EVERYTHING said to our friends will be told to us. Garranteed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. No matter what we say, we hate your ex-girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. We check our phones every hour to see if you have replied to our texts, then worry if you haven’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. The fact you might leave us for another girl keeps us up at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. When we’re not talking to you on MSN, we’re actually waiting for you to talk to us (in a non-snobby way, we want to see if you still care enough to talk to us).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;8. When we act sad, we want you to hug us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;9. Our favourite part of the MSN convo is at the end when you say good bye, because that’s the part you say you love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;10. We actually freak out on what to do during holidays like Valentines Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11. We don’t care what our friends think of you, but we do care what your friends think of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Yes, you might be the reason we failed that Maths test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13. We are very, very scared of scaring you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;14. We don’t care about what we talk about, just as long as we have your attention for a few minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;15. Of course, we do believe the crap we read in magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16. We have mood swings. Get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;17. Everytime you’re around other girls, we worry they are better than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18. We don’t want to hear how cool your ex-girlfriend/neighbour/best gal friend is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;19. Movies like ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’ depress us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;20. We will move mountains on our timetable if it means seeing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;21. We compare every other guy to you, and you always come out best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;22. We hate it when you go to discos without us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;23. We hate feeling as if we are like any other girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24. Don’t brag about other girls liking you, it just makes us insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;25. When we say everything is ‘fine’, it generally means everything is absolutely horrible and we are on the brink of falling to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;26. Don’t just say ‘ok’ when we say we don’t want to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;27. If you want to know something about us, ask our best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;28. If you do not hug us, we will not kiss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;29. We think you are the best guy in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;30. We.Will.Kill.You.If.We.See.You.Slow.Dancing.With.Another.Girl.Without.Telling.Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;31. We really do want you to stick up for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;32. Compliments. We love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;33. Be on time. We will think you don’t care if you’re not on time at a certain place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;34. Whether you say (L) or luv or love does matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;35. We don’t care if you couldn’t come on that date because of the most embarrassing reason in the world, just don’t lie to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;36. We like cuddling up to you so let us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;37. Silent Treatment + Short Answers + Not Smiling or Laughing + Evil Looks = YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;38. You will be classed in our ‘Hate’ list if you forget our birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;39. Do not ask what’s wrong. We’ll never tell you we just want you to cuddle us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;40. You need to tell us what you think of us, we don’t make assumptions (apart from ‘OMG HE’S GONE OFF ME HASN’T HE?!’)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;41. Telling us that we are pretty will mean absolute LOADS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;42. Do not make fun of us unless we are in a good mood. As insecure as girls go, we take these things very seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;43. If you do end up doing Number 42, you just have to hope we aren’t in a bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;44. Saying something sweet MIGHT get you off the hook. Doing something sweet will ALWAYS get you off the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;45. We never forget things. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;46. We over-analyze everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;47. We over-react to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;48. When we are mad at you, we aren’t actually mad at you we just want you to apologize so we can start showing we like you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;49. Please don’t stand 384931491329403 feet away from us. Even if we are scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;50. Please acknowledge that when we are online when you sign in, we probably have waited ages for you to come online so please make it worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;51. We do not care if 50 000 other guys declared their love for us if you never do it none of it matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;52. We don’t like being used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;53. We like it when you do un-expected nice things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;54. We usually don’t let just any guy make us cry, so if you make us cry, damnnn you must have done something bad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;55. This is the way it works: You don’t give us any attention, we dump you. It is NOT: You don’t give us any attention, we chase after you. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;56. We like it when you are protective of us. It makes us feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;57. Unless she is a moronic idiot, a girl who truly loves you will love you for a long, long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;58. When we come back from a holiday and brag about how awesome it was, during the entire time there we were probably thinking about you. A lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;59. No matter where we are or what we are doing, we really want you to hold our hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;60. And please for the love of god shut up about how fit other girls are. You know we like you and the fact you do this despite you knowing how we feel is just evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Haha, all this are so cool, :D And so accurate^^v. Alrights, I shall post another time. This is for fun, laughter, peace and joy, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-6063803950243502731?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6063803950243502731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6063803950243502731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6063803950243502731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6063803950243502731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3704491501655547869</id><published>2009-12-04T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:48:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture to burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SxkPobAJM5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/3odOJyAkaaY/s1600-h/Loser..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SxkPobAJM5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/3odOJyAkaaY/s200/Loser..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411373614379905938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dying inside, cause I can't stand it,&lt;br /&gt;                       but baby, I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heyyyy, :D Decided to post, haaaaaah. Was kinda having the mood to update. Oh well, seeing that, I'll be quite free these days, and ! I've finished watching The Mentalist Season 1 &amp;amp; halfway through 2, I shall start updating everyday like how I used to already. Was going through pictures just now, trying to get and understand what really happened to me. I'm feeling really confused these days. Its like...something's telling me that, something's wrong, but I really don't know what. I really really can't figure out what, and just suddenly feel confused for no particular reasons and stuff. Weird huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling cold and..empty now. Kind of, emotional too. Hah... and its been the second day since dad and me aren't talking to each other already. Sigh...I'm so tired...of everything. How I wish, that I could make a wish, that would lead me to a place, where there's just peace and quiet...And I wouldn't have to worry about anything else. The holidays would be coming to an end soon enough, its already December huh. Oh yes! I wanna watch New Moon. Sigh, sadly. I would have to wait. Firstly, due to my sprained ankle, which makes movement difficult. Secondly, oh well, I guess it might be quite packed with the just release yesterday. And...I have to find a suitable date to go out, :D Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned something...valuable in the past one and more months of holidays. I've learned...to well, I guess I can say that perhaps, I've changed ? Well, I think, at least a little. I've learned...to read people. In a way. Well, when all you do is sit there and observe everyone around you, you'd be able to learn something. Observing, can proscure alot of skills. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been out for days, not even for lunch or anything. But I'm feeling better already, because my leg's healing fast. Hahs, I guess I can walk properly by the next week. But I wouldn't be going for training starting of next week already. I don't think my leg's feeling that much better for training, and I wouldn't want to injured myself again before going for a holiday, so yeah. I doubt dad would allow it, furthurmore. So yeah. Hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my books for next year yet. Shall order them soon, perhaps tomorrow. Wanted to order today, but yeah, lazy. And I haven't really sorted out certain stuffs, so yeah. Mmm...The whole year's coming to an end, and its getting closer. Hah, perhaps next year would be a better year. I must be positive, but frankly speaking, sometimes its just hard to be. Because, seeing that I've been telling myself that the next year would be a better year, and after that, that year wouldn't have made any difference at all huh. Anyway, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of joining fly. Hah, it seemed interesting and cool. Oh well, shall consider. Kenny's away at camp, huh. I'm kinda bored, 'cause he's sort of the entertainer to me, :D Haha. Alright, I shall end off here. Before I start typing negative things again. Had a thought! Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-3704491501655547869?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3704491501655547869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3704491501655547869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3704491501655547869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3704491501655547869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-to-burn.html' title='Picture to burn.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SxkPobAJM5I/AAAAAAAAA8o/3odOJyAkaaY/s72-c/Loser..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2151054831336924558</id><published>2009-12-02T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:25:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promiscuos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Take a chance and be strong,&lt;br /&gt;                              or you can spend your whole life holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heyyyyyy, :D I don't know what to blog about, basically. I'm stuck to chairs, or places where I can only sit, rather. I can't walk properly, 'cause I had to be a klutz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; to sprain my ankle and screw all the plans I have right now. And also, I can't play the match against Springfield tomorrow. I feel so upset. I haven't been updating about my life these days. Instead, I've been spending my time ranting out those emotional stuff that kind of puts people off, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored right now... There's basically nothing to do, at home. And I can't go out, 'cause my ankle isn't exactly right for anything right now. I wanna watch movies. But I feel kinda sick of them right now, seeing that I've been sitting and watching The Mentalist from morning till about an hour ago. I feel so tired and... to be stuck just sitting there. Huh. Alright, this is a short post. Good luck to those playing for the match tomorrow ! :D Hope you guys had fun at yesterday's netball camp too. And also, good luck for tomorrow ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-2151054831336924558?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2151054831336924558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=2151054831336924558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2151054831336924558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2151054831336924558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/promiscuos.html' title='Promiscuos.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-42127256662357001</id><published>2009-12-01T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:15:31.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probabilty, dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away,&lt;br /&gt;                            I think of you and everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Does it feel so wrong, if someone whose part of your life, doesn't feel like a part of it ?&lt;br /&gt;What if you knew the truth, but chose to believe in the lies, when although you know that it can't be trusted, but you still do because you know you can't grasp the real truth that you are an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;What if the person you love the most if part of that lie, that you never knew was a lie, but chose to believe in it, because you don't want to change the way how perfect things seem to be, when its all just part of an imaginary part of your heart that makes you want to feel how the way its supposed to feel ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you take the pain, when finally, the truth reveals itself one day ?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be an idiot, to stick to that person who you love the most, and would most definitely, take the whole pain and torture out of you, who also turns out to a be a jackass?&lt;br /&gt;The thing that sucks the most about falling in love, is that, you fall anyway, 'cause you thought things might turn out to be different.&lt;br /&gt;You'd to be the stuck-up one to prove everyone that you can do it when you know you can't.&lt;br /&gt;You feel so intrepid when you're in love, and so high. Nonetheless, you hate yourself vehemently, when you finally know, that you were such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post. I'mma update when I can. Been busy these days. Today was unlucky. Sprained my ankle twice, and it became so serious. Sadly, I can't go to Sentosa for the netball camp too. What a joke. What a kick-ass day. I mean it, literally.&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-42127256662357001?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/42127256662357001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=42127256662357001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/42127256662357001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/42127256662357001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/12/probabilty-dude.html' title='Probabilty, dude.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8098445920203741984</id><published>2009-11-21T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:45:19.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I would have given you all of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;                                    but there's someone whose torn it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It hasn't been the most ideal week of the holidays that I expected. Sorry for the lack of update, been busy with trainings, outings and stufffffs. It feels like one of the longest week I've had for now. Hah...I thought this holiday would be great, and everything would turn out right, but I was proven wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog, basically. I don't know if I should just vent all my frustrations here, 'cause it doesn't seem appropriate to say the things here, about the current situation &lt;i&gt;we're&lt;/i&gt; in, that I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel depressed, upset, frustrated, jealous, incompetent, emotional, and everything else. Like the whole world's crashing down, and all I have is just myself to face the things, that could be my worst nightmares. Where promises get broken, and hearts gets shattered, and it feels like you're walking on glass pieces. I feel like I'm a roller coaster ride, and its going faster and faster, without letting me catch my breath. And everything around me feels so broken and jagged, that hurts you alot. I feel like I'm a merry-go-round, getting spinned round and round like I'm used. My heart's lost, my burning desire's gone, the future seems bleak, my trust's broken, my heart's in a million pieces, my faith's gone. Tears are shed, &lt;i&gt;because the truth always hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so wrong, like I don't belong. I don't know if I should stay...or I should leave... I feel so confused, and I feel so...frustrated at times. What's the real source of the problem, I really don't know. I've done everything that I'm able to, and I've even done things that are out of my range for you. But I really don't know what you want, what you expect. Is all of this not enough? I feel so frustrated, 'cause you make me feel so incompetent, make me feel so useless towards other people who you show &lt;i&gt;interest&lt;/i&gt; in. I feel at lost, bring me back, will you? Tell me, what you want, what I'm supposed to do. Because, I'm losing faith, and I'll break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't have the guts to say alot of things...'Cause I don't have the heart to hurt you. Cause I know the truth always hurts. You always ask me why, I don't tell you how I really feel. This is the reason why. I'm a person, who avoids things that I think / might hurt another. I really don't have the heart to, even if I really want to, even if the opposite's my enemy. I can't. I'm a coward, if people put it more in a way of speaking, I am. I avoid things that I think might hurt. I avoid to believe in myself, which makes me more guillable, 'cause I'd rather trust others, when I know so much that perhaps I shouldn't. I don't stand up for myself, I can't. I can't vent out my feelings by shouting at another, 'cause I'd end up crying. I'd rather take the blame, then shout out how I really feel. I keep my feelings to myself, 'cause I feel that its wrong to say, or tell others how I feel about them. I'm afraid to tell the truth, 'cause I'm afraid that, the other might cry. I'm afraid to hurt the other, 'cause my heart would start blaming myself, and I would feel indebted to that person. I'm afraid of saying the wrong things, 'cause I'm afraid it might exacerbate things. I'm afraid, to give my own opinions, 'cause I have no confidence in myself, that it would be work-able, or good. This is how I am, now you know. You realise, I always don't vent out my feelings, face-to-face, do you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 10 days since I last posted. I shall update more if I have the time. Because now, I really don't have the mood to. I feel like everything would come crashing down soon enough. I'm not strong enough, I know that. I can't take the blows that are coming to me, soon enough. I don't understand the mechanics of life and love, 'cause its really complex. Well, I don't know if I don't know, but yeah. I've lost everything I have, sacrificed everything I have to love.I gave you my heart, But now, what do I get in return? I. DON'T. UNDERSTAND. I feel frustrated and upset, bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, don't do this to me.&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-8098445920203741984?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8098445920203741984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8098445920203741984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8098445920203741984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8098445920203741984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-134296797625455563</id><published>2009-11-11T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:08:56.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seduction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every strike of lightning,&lt;br /&gt;                              comes with a memory that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm back from the longest day of shopping I've had. Well, not really, I guess. But this is the only time, where I really really shopped for the whole day with mum, :D Haha. Walked the whole Orchard Road man! Tiring legs, and my leg's sprained ! Its okayyyyy, won't be attending training tomorrow, or my leg would break off furthur. Din't tell parents of my leg though, or else I'll probably be banned from doing stuff till my leg's fully recovered, like hell, :D Haaaaaahs. Alright, I shall do this quiz from NingYi's blog, :D Haha, kinda bored, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Rules : Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 100 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1. Last beverage : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Plain Water, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2. Last phone calls : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Daddyyyyyy, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L'ove, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4. Last song you listened to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Paranoid - Jonas Brothers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5. Last time you cried : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A few weeks ago ? I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6. Dated someone twice : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not sure if it counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. Been cheated on : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not sure about this too, I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;9. Lost someone special : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Definitely, I'm losing everyone, D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;10. Been depressed : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeapppppppp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;11. Been drunk &amp;amp; threw up : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not yetttttttt, ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rainbowwwww colours, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Blackkkkkkkkkk, and whiteeeeeee, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bright &amp;amp; eye-catching colourrrrrrrs, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU : (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Made a new friend : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeapppppp, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Fallen in love : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I dooooooo, every single timeeeeeeee, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Laughed until you cried : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ummm, yeappppppppp, haha, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Met someone who changed you : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Definitelyyyyyyyy,^^v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, definitelyyyyyy. A confirm-confirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;They always do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope, don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;99 percent of them, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. How many kids do you want : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Prolly 2, a girl and a guyyyyy, :D Haha, don't know yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Do you have any pets : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you want to change your name : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nopeeeeeeeee, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eatttttttttttt, :D Haaaaaaaahs, and lots more,^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What time did you wake up today : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Round 9 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chatting with L'ove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, there are loads of things, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Last time you saw your mother : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Currentlyyyyy, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mmm...my flaws :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What are you listening to right now : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fly with me - Jonas Brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope, don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Something, I don't know what. Can't figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Most visited website : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, youtube^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. What's your real name : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Florence, ♥. Heeeeeees, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Nicknames : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Flora, Flower, Florist. Yeappppp, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Relationship status : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Currentlyyyyyy, attached, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Zodiac sign : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'mma pig, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Male or Female : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Femaleeeeee ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Primary School : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hougang Primary, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Secondary School : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tampines Secondaryyyyyyyy ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. High School / College : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not yetttttttt. Aiming ! ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Hair Colour : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mixed, black &amp;amp; brown, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Long or short : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Height : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;162 - 165 ? Around there. Forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alwayyyyyyyyyys haveeeee, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. What do you like about yourself : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The way I can make people smile / laugh, :D Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Piercings : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 : Tattoos : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nopeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 : Righty or lefty : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Rightyyyyyyyy, ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52 : First surgery : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I din't do anyyyyy, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53 : First piercing : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ummm, I was 5 or older. Haha, tricked by parents for ear piercingggg,evil^^v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54 : First best friend : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Singtel or Melissa. Haha, seriously ! Can't rmbr. &amp;amp; Singtel's not the phone brand ! Its seriously someone ! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55 : First sport you joined : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Track &amp;amp; Field, :D I wantttttt. Sadly, school's notttttttt available. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56 : First vacation : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Malaysiaaaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58 : First pair of trousers : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;RIGHT NOW :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;59 : Eating : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothinggggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 : Drinking : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nothingggggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;61 : I'm about to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;End this shitttt, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;62 : Listening to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nice piece of art - FM Static. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;63 : Waiting for : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The bathroom, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;64: Want Kids ? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeapppppp, I alreadyyyy said sooooo, ^^v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;65 : Get married :  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, definitelyyyyy. Already sorta planned, haha, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;66 : Career : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeappppp, but its undecided on what I wanna be.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;67 : Lips or Eyes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Both, :D Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;68 : Hugs or Kisses : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Both ! :D Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;69 : Shorter or taller : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taller. ( Haha, narrowwwww rightttt. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;70 : Older or younger : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't know, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;71 : Romantic or spontaneous : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Both, I guess, haha, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;72 : Nice stomach or nice arms : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Both, ^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;73 : Sensitive or loud : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't knowwww, a little of both ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;74 : Hook-up or relationship : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, ummmmm. A little of both ? But I'd prefer relationship, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;75 : Trouble maker or hesitant : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;More to trouble maker, :D Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76 : Kissed a stranger : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nopeeeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77 : Drank hard liquor : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78 : Lost glasses / contacts : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not really, nope, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79 : Sex on the first date : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Definitely not, :D Haha^^v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80 : Broken someone's heart : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, and I'm still sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82 : Been arrested : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;No, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83 : Turned someone down : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84 : Cried when someone died : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85 : Fallen for a friend : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86 : Yourself : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sort of, haha, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87 : Miracles : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hardly, but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88 : Love at first sight : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeappppp, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89 : Heaven : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mmm...Sorta, ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90 : Santa Claus : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91 : Kiss on the first date : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, idk, xD Maybe on the cheeks ? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92 : Angels : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;94 : Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;95 : Did you sing today : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;96 : Ever cheated on somebody : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;97 : If you could go back in time, how far would you go back : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The start of this year, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 : If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be ? : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, idk, xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;99 : Are you afraid of falling in love : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Truthfully, yes. But it wavers. Sooo, half-half aye, :D Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;100 : Posting this as 100 truths : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the 100 truths, :D There ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-134296797625455563?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/134296797625455563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=134296797625455563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/134296797625455563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/134296797625455563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/seduction_11.html' title='Seduction.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2819478586866600974</id><published>2009-11-11T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:02:35.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Svoa_CsRh0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OffODk1d5WU/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Svoa_CsRh0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OffODk1d5WU/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402660373340981058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Svoa_dB27CI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SrDDcTeNPcw/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Svoa_dB27CI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/SrDDcTeNPcw/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402660380410833954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know this isn't what I wanted, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                                        I never thought it'd come this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haaaaaaaaahs, the above pictures are for laughs, :D But its seriously awesome, :D Haha, its quite true in fact, haha. Anyway, I shall continue my update from the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`071109, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Didn't do much, I guess. Couldn't remember much, but L'ove accompanied me through the whole day, when I was like missing him so much. Like my oxygen was gone, seriously, :D Haha, it was a sweet day, :D Chatted with L'ove late into the night, 'bout one plus, hahs, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`081109, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy 20th Anniversary L'ove ! :D Haha, let's last longggggggg^^v. I'm always here, :D Haha, okayyyy. I shan't say much mushy stufffffff, xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out to eat and stufffff. Haha, then in the later part of the day, L'ove went to Malaysia, hence, I was lonely. But anyway, went out to shoppp at night. Bought stuff, but I didn't buy anything, :D Haha, I'm so obssessed with something,^^v. Okayy, that's all for that day. Slept around one plus again, while chatting with L'ove, :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had training yesterday! God, tiring. Haha, okay larhs, not so bad. I loved the weather ! :D It was cooling, though it was dark, but yeah. Anyway, had fun for the first part of the training, but I sprained my ankle when they were playing court game soon. Man, it hurts so much ! And then coach helped me to the shelter, and I sat there to rot, cause of my stupid leg. I wanted to play so much. Sadly, after training, went off. Yay! We're having a barberque chalet ! :D Haha, during the last week of December. Haha, then maybe can count down together ! :D Haha, awwwwww. I can't wait ! :D Anyway, went home, iced my leg, secretly. Didn't wanna tell parents, cause they would restrict me to do stuff, like going out. But I can walk, just that it hurts, that's all. Haha, okayyy. Slept past midnight, while chatting with L'ove. Man, I miss him so much, :D Haha, we'll be meeting up soon. I'm sorry I couldn't make it today. I need to go out with my mum, equals to breaking my leg furthur for shopping the whole day, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I shall go off nowwwwwww, :D Its been a long post. And I want to, like do some stuff that's meaningfullll. Haha, I should start getting to clear my room, but I'm kinda lazy everytime I see the mess made, =X Haha, okay. Till here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Haha, I love the above pictures ! :D Enjoyyyyyyyyy ! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S./ Babyyyyyyy, imissyou.&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-2819478586866600974?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2819478586866600974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=2819478586866600974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2819478586866600974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2819478586866600974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-baby.html' title='Hey baby.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Svoa_CsRh0I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/OffODk1d5WU/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6805190582221002164</id><published>2009-11-09T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:48:50.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strumming heartstrings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvgdX2zB5eI/AAAAAAAAA8I/m7Pv5dOqylU/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvgdX2zB5eI/AAAAAAAAA8I/m7Pv5dOqylU/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402100048714655202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I know that if I just stay strong I can make it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;                                          And try harder when I just can't take it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm feeling bored, dead dead bored. I've been home alone, the whole day. Well, literally. I'm almost bored till my entire brain ain't working properly, 'cause I haven't used it for one whole day already. Haha, that's so ironic. And! I think there's something wrong with me nowwwwww. I'm just so hungry. ALL.THE.TIME. Haha, and I just keep eating and eating and eating. But I never gain weight. Cool huh. There's training tomorrow, which equals to burning more calories. I think I'll never be of the weight, that is counted as, acceptable to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall update about the wonderful week I had last week now. Well, it could have been one of the best weeks of my life. Or days. Haha, it totally rocked, and was the most...awesome/sweet/heart-melting/cool/great/etc, you get what I mean^^v. Haha. Alright, let's start, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`041109, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okayy, so this was the day to go out and buy the awesome food for the awesome people for the awesome chalet. Haha, okay. Sooooooooo, met L'ove in the morning first. Went to his house, haaaaaaahs. Awwwwwww, he was like so cute, :D Haha, okayyyyy. Then after that, the usual stuff^^v. Not gonna elaborate. And then, Justin came back from school. L'ove cooked, and we all started hanging out. And after waiting for L'ove to get his lunch done, we went off to meet the rest - Mistika, Justin, ShiLi, Dexter, YuHeng, Sihui. (Sorry if I missed anyone out, but I think this should be it ! ) Anyway, after that, on the way, saw Hakeem. God, he didn't realised it was me. Talked, and then went off. Hung out with L'ove most of the times. Haha, after that, we paid for the stuff and went out. God, I was starving to death, that I almost fainted. Bought a chocolate then, scarved it down. Haha, after that, we went to Ikea. Bonding session, pfffffft, ^^v. Haha. We went to sat at the cafe and started to buy stuff, drinks, rather and chat and stuff about the chalet. Then! At around five plus, went off. Cabbed to Tampines interchange, 'cause was rushing for time. Haha. Something embarrassing happened then, ahhas. Well, something of the sort. ShiLi said something, that I think pissed the driver off, xD Haha. Then went homeeeee. Tiredddd, but worth it^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`051109, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah! Today was the best day of my life, :D Haha, yesyes. But also, kinda unlucky day to have cramps killing me in the wee hours of the morning. Anyway, went out in the morning, to meet L'ove again. He was late! Haha, always make me wait lorhs, and made me late for training. Haha, but luckily, the rest didn't reach yet toooooo. Had cramps throughout training, god. Almost fainted, and died. The cramps killed me totally. But after that, got hyper and started forgetting about it. And played, :D Haha. Okayy, then met Ali and Rizan at Simei there tooooo. Haha, they're hilarious, ^^v. Anyway, we headed to Pasir Ris then. Reached, and then Atikah and the rest showered. I didn't, 'cause I didn't feel like. Felt like showering after I eat. I was starving to death again, I think I really killed my gastrics these few days. Then, headed to the chalet. God, I miss those people, :D Haha. Was super tired but high. Haha, like some kid, jumping around. Then ate a little, and showered, 'cause I couldn't stand my sweat ! Then, started eating and drinking again. Took photos, :D Haha. Then heard something about what Mistika did in the afternoon^^v. Haha, :D Alright, then Miss Tan and Miss Shanthi arrived. Talked about next year, the classes allocation and stuff. And had loads of fun and laughter. Later in the night, about 2130 hours or so, L'ove and I decided to take a walk. Walked into Pasir Ris Park, and it was like dark. Haha. And it was like so cool. The beach's scenery was awesome, and so beautiful. There were like lights across the sea, haaaaaahs. Such a nice atmosphere. But the toads were making.. loud and kinda creepy sounds, which somehow spoils the quiet night. Then we walked. Haha, awwwwwwwww. Then we started talking about loads of stuff. And we talked real much larhs, all the way. And we walked for who knows, how long. But we walked from one end to another. Tiring legs. Haha, but on the way, we saw a few couples making out, haha. In the dark corners of the park, but we sorta interrupted them, =X Haha, sorryyyyy, :D&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we decided to go back, and go back to that spot we always go in the later part of the night, and the early early hours of the morning. So yeah. Then everyone was playing cards and stuff. And hung out in the chalet then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`061109, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Till 0100 hours plus, we walked through the park again. Okay, till here. The details are...personal. Haha, but it was a memorable two days. The best I've ever had, :D haha, and the best class chalet I've ever had ! :D Haha, I love the 5th and 6th November, oh so very much. 'Cause they are highly memorable. Haha. Okayy, so then, in the morning at around 1030 hours, we checked out. Then went to eat at Pasir Ris Macs with L'ove. Then we headed to Bugis. Heeeees, bought toys, :D Haha. Then we went to walk around, like everywhere. Then went to Suntec. Haha, tired till can't keep my eyes open. Didn't sleep for one whole day ayeee. Okay, only catching a few hours of sleep before. After that, went home. I'm allocated to class 3E2, :D Haha, ideal class^^v. Heeees. Alrights, and then, so yeahhhhh. Haha. That's it for nowwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy, sadly, I can't update anymore. 'Cause Kenny's bugging for the laptop. I shall update again, soon. Gonna concentrate on texting L'ove now, till here then, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./ I miss you badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3518905596435403670-6805190582221002164?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6805190582221002164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6805190582221002164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6805190582221002164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6805190582221002164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/strumming-heartstrings.html' title='Strumming heartstrings.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvgdX2zB5eI/AAAAAAAAA8I/m7Pv5dOqylU/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4013543081266349923</id><published>2009-11-07T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:08:46.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvV6cNvCXiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/RMDG7HFaBiU/s1600-h/Hearts..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvV6cNvCXiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/RMDG7HFaBiU/s320/Hearts..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401357953242652194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If everything would stop, I'd listen for your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                    Hold on baby, hold on to my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I saw this while blog hopping, and found this kinda meaningful, and fun, :D Haha, so I decided to repost it. Okayy, here goes, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A real boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she stares at your mouth, { kiss her } . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass 'cause she thinks she's stronger than you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{ Grab her and don't let go }.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tough, { Kiss her and tell her you love her } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she's quiet, { Ask her what's wrong } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she ignores you, { Give her your attention } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she pulls away, { Pull her back } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you see her at her worst, { Tell her she's beautiful } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you see her starting to cry, { Just hold her and don't say a word } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you see her walking, { Sneak up and hug her waist from behind } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she's scared, { Protect her } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she steals your favourite hat, { Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she teases you, { Tease her back and make her laugh } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time, { Reassure her that everything's okay } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she looks at you with doubt, { Back yourself up } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she say that she loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; { SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU CAN UNDERSTAND } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she grabs at your hands, { Hold hers and play with her fingers }.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she bumps into you, { Bump into her back and make her laugh } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she tells you a secret, { Keep it safe and untold } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she looks into your eyes, { Don't look away till she does } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she say its over, { She still wants you to be hers } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she reposts this bulletin, { she wants you to read it } .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she doesn't say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she's mad, hold her tight and don't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she say she's okay, don't believe it, talk with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Because 10 years later, she'll remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Call her at 1200 hours on her birthday to tell her you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Watch her favourite movie with her or her favourite show even though you think its stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she runs up to you crying, the first thing you say is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Whose ass am i kicking, baby ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, :D Awwwwwwwwwwwww, sweeeeeet right ? Alrights, I shall go off now.&lt;br /&gt;I shall update more about the chalet when I'm free^^v.&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./ Babyyyyyyyy, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3518905596435403670-4013543081266349923?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4013543081266349923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4013543081266349923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4013543081266349923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4013543081266349923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/forever-yours.html' title='Forever yours.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvV6cNvCXiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/RMDG7HFaBiU/s72-c/Hearts..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6328752801706283998</id><published>2009-11-06T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:10:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I would lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know, if I should be content with what I had / have.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I should be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I would lose everything I have after this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if everything would still be the same, when this year's gone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, which road to take, and where life would lead me to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can do things right, in the manner of right in a rightful way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if right now, these memories, can help me pull through long enough.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if there would still be anyone there, when everyone's gone in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if our friendships would still be the same, like how we are now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can take it again, if I get hurt badly once more.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can control my feelings, and not try to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can contain my jealousy, and trying not to care over-ly too much.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can make it to how we used to contemplate about the future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if all these things would really really come true.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I would lose the most important part of my life, after all this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if those sleepless nights would haunt me once again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if things would work out for me, for us.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if what I face next year, might not be what I really expect.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I want this part in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if what I have, are meant to be kept.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can keep all my friends together, and keep them close.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can handle it if something goes terribly wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I might lose you in the new year to come.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if history would repeat itself once more.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can handle the pain, if you leave.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can handle another painful year, and pretend like everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can take another year of pretense and tell people everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can do things like I believed and said I can.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my lies to protect the most important thing in my life, would be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my heart can take heavy blows again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if everything would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if you trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if its all true.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I mean everything to you, as much as you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if you know that everything I ever did, was from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I really do have true friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can really trust anyone, 'cause they lie again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I really am stupid and gullible as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if people actually do care.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can do this again, as I've been doing for the past one year or so.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can forgive as much, when the suspense's there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can make my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my dad sees through me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my dad rather believes my lies than hear the truth 'cause it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my second brother is ever going to be a good man.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my eldest brother is ever going to set foot on the right path in life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I would lose my third brother soon, like I've 'lost' my two other older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can keep going on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I have enough new excuses to come up with to cover my lies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I'm doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can stand all the lies.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if you'll always be mine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if my relatives are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I should say, that I have a half-broken family, or a full one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if things are supposed to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if I can hold on.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, why I'm crying as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if you'll always be my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know this,&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'cause this is the fact, I love you baby♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to leave this world so early,&lt;br /&gt;cause I really miss you badly.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;But you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't go away, say you'll stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3518905596435403670-6328752801706283998?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6328752801706283998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6328752801706283998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6328752801706283998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6328752801706283998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6476956869621848765</id><published>2009-11-05T10:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:58:39.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undressing each word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvI4cpz3mQI/AAAAAAAAA74/Ki_g9_Dqs4A/s1600-h/Love%5E%5E..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvI4cpz3mQI/AAAAAAAAA74/Ki_g9_Dqs4A/s320/Love%5E%5E..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400440968081545474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The course of true love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                never did run smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, I just remembered I was supposed to do a quiz tagged by Yuheng, so I'mma do it nowwwwww, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. What's your full name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    Florence Lee Dong Qin, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Do you like your first name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;    Yeapppppppppp, ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;3. How long have you liked the person you currently like ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Um, 1 year and 11 months &amp;amp; counting on, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;4. Have you kissed anyone in the last 48 hours ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeappppppp, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;5. Did you cry today ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nooooooooooo, I feel so high ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;6. What are you doing this morning at 8am ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Still in my dreamland, and in my comfy bed, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. What are you doing an hour ago ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Playing online games, listening to songs, and talking to Kenny, :D Multi-tasker^^v. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;8. What are you currently doing ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Texting, doing this quiz and listening to songs, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;9. Who last texted you a message ?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L'ove, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;10. Have you told anybody you love them today ?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah, I just did, haha, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;11. Do you miss anyone now ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I always miss someone, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;12. Any plans for tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah, play, play and play. 'Cause everyone would be at chalet ! Well, some, at least, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;13. What was the reason behind the last time you cried ?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Umm. I was losing someone that was very important to me. Everything was slipping and sliding  away, I felt depressed and lost, and sad. And I had to lie again and again to my parents that I was alright when the least thing I could do was not to lie to them about other things except the one thing that mattered to me the most that was the thing that they didn't allowed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;14. Is there anyone you want to be with now ?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeapppppppp, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;15. Have you kissed anyone who starts with the letter, 'C' ?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAHA, nooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;16. Name someone who makes you smile today, how ?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L'ove, haha. He was telling me sweet stufffff, ;D&lt;br /&gt;     Kenny, haha. He always never fails to make me laugh, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;17. Name a friend whose name starts with a 'Z'.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ZiChanggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;18. Which of the friend stays closest to you ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Crystal, :D But she's more like a sister though, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;19. Do you prefer to call or text ?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That depends. But mostly, text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;20. Was yesterday better than today ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't be sure. Today hasn't really happened yet. But should be not. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;21. Can you live a day without TV and your phone ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeapppppppp, but the phone, I'm not so sure. But should be can, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;22. Are you mad about anything now ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, I'm mad with my hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;23. Do you ever think that relationships are worth it ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well. I think it is. Because, if they aren't worth it, people wouldn't be sacrificing so much, just to keep a relationship no matter how many obstacles and how hard it is to keep one. And, they wouldn't be upset and heartbroken when love fails to hold them up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;24. Last person you visited in the hospital ?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not sure... I think it should be my late grandma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;25. When is your last hug and second last hug ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday, both from L'ove, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;26. What does the last text message in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, its kinda personal, sorrayeeeee, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;27. How do you feel about your life now ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm content, not to the extent that is fully content, 'cause there are some things that I have lost, and can never have back. But I have all the people I love the most, that are with me...And that's enough...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;28. Do you hate anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Umm, nooooo. I don't hold grudges, seriously, :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;29. Last person you called ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Maung Phone, to see if his phone was working, but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;30. Who usually sends you the most text in a month ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L'ove, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;31. Is your room messy now ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes, it is very very messy. But I can't keep, yet. 'Cause Kenny's studying for his As. And only things that are messy, that are caused by oneself, can be easily found, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;32. Who will be mad if your room is messy ?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Haha, no one. But my mum will just say, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;33. Your shortest relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah......um, four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;34. Who do you look like ?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My mum, I suppose. People always say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;35. Tag 10 people to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I shan't burden anyone, just do it if you're bored, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Haaaaaaaahs, I'm done with the quiz! Ah...training and class chalet todayyyyyyy ! :D Hahas, I can't wait ! Hmm, that would be lots of fun ! :D Especially at night^^v. Haha! Okay, I'mma go off nowwwww. And yes ! I'm so hoooked on The Maine's songs. Haha, the lead singer is so hot, :D Haha, alrights, till here then. I feel so high, I seriously need help.&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&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/3518905596435403670-6476956869621848765?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6476956869621848765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6476956869621848765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6476956869621848765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6476956869621848765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/undressing-each-word.html' title='Undressing each word.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SvI4cpz3mQI/AAAAAAAAA74/Ki_g9_Dqs4A/s72-c/Love%5E%5E..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4694644528969246507</id><published>2009-11-03T09:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:08:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stop, won't stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Su-Qh_nBSuI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IOOxd7qsy0c/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Su-Qh_nBSuI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IOOxd7qsy0c/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399693391925693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes like the sunset, baby,&lt;br /&gt;                                    And legs that went on for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heyyyyyy, :D I've finally decided to come update my blog. God, and I think that this is going to be a long post, that I doubt anyone would read. Okayy, I shall update about the last week of school, which didn't really ended off on a very happy note, instead, it ended off with a very sad note, that was caused by me, of course. I always screw things up, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`271009, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had the Science thingy. Haha, it was so funnnnnn, :D We had to go off from stations to stations, and it was like so coool. I liked the station that we played with the mentos and coke, :D Haha, it like exploded, and then it was like so cool man. Haha, I guess no one really tried beforehand putting dozens of mentos while drinking coke into your mouth huh, haha. It explodes, :D After that, we had the Malay kite making thingy. Haha, I screwed uppppp. My kite was like, broken. HAHA. Sat with Lesmin during that period, talked alot about the past. Its so funnyyyyyyyy. Haha, and then its like we keep laughing. And the glue that they give to stick the kite together, was like so... I don't know. And ends up, when I paste it on the kite, it broke, cause there were like lumps of glue here and there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`281009, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went to Science Centre for the day. For the Body Worlds and iMax movie thingy. Haha, the movie was so coooool. It was like one whole theatre that you had to lie back and tilt your head to see. It was sort of strenous to the neck, and my neck was aching. And so, watched for like three quarters of the movie, and during the last part, decided to sleep. Sat with L'ove, :D He was so cute. Haha, he slept tooo, during the last part. So funny. Haha, after that, we had to wait for, who knows how long, to go to the Body Worlds exhibition. Took lots of pictures, okay, not really. But yeah. Haha, then went to the exhibition. Its like so fun, and interesting. You see all the body parts and stuff, :D Haha. Then we walked for like over an hour or so, and decided to go out and eat. And then we took class photos and stuff, and went back. Was feeling kind of sick, was having a slight fever. Went home then, Dad was like asking why my face was so pale. And then I told him I was sick, and then he was like, giving me this, half-pity-half-laughing look. Haha, then I smacked him with little energy I could manage and went to rest. Couldn't sleep, so watched DvDs, :D Re-watched Reaper again. I want to watch Season Two and Season Three ! If there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`291009, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had IPP. We had to seal ourselves in, and then tear everything down after like minutes. Haha, then while being trapped inside the class, we talked about the chalet. Man, I can't wait for it, :D Its our last outing for the whole class ! :D Gotta make it a memorable oneeeee, :D Then it was free period for the rest of the days. Had no mood. Something happened, shan't say. Was alone during recess, and teared up at the back of the class for like the whole recess. Felt so pathetic. And then everyone started coming back from recess, and Mistika, Dexter and Marcus started comforting me. God, and that made me teared up furthur. But luckily, Justin from 2E2 came to tell jokes. Haha, its very hard to laugh at that. Then he played some horny tunes, that he knew I can't stop from laughing. So yeah. Then Mr Sim came in, and we watched The Journey to the Centre of the Earth. It was a nice show, :D Then I cheered up a little, but became sad again later on. Then during free period, I was sitting at the back of the class, just staring into the empty space. But luckily buddy came. Then he sorta comforted me and distracted me with his stuff, hah. Thanks buddy, :D Though that comfort didn't last long, caused I resumed my...depression soon after. After school, my heart was like, bleeding already. God, I didn't know what to do. Decided to put on a smile, and go on. So yeah, went for training. Walked to the MRT station with the whole group and Miss Lim. I led them, along with Bila. Then me and Bila talked alot, haha. She's so cute. Then reached Simei Court, Coach came and then trained. Was tired, man. Then was kinda depressed again, went home. Had like no life. Dad was asking and probing why. I just said I was tired, and he sort of wanted to cheer me up by teasing me. And for once, it didn't work. Went to bed at night, tearing up again for hours. Till  I no longer had tears to shed, that I fell asleep. That was the most painful day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`301009, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Things got better. Had Mr Neo's farewell party. Haha, it was so cool when he arrived in the motorcycle. Kind of reminded me of the farewell party we had for Mr Goh in primary school, where he arrived standing in the car, and waving at us through the rooftop of the car. So cool. Then had speeches and stuff, kind of inpressing. Then had fire drill, was practically baking in the hot sun. Played with Hannah, cause I like to tease her, :D Haha. Then went back to class, free period and stuff. Then took back report book. I have 5 As ! God, its so unbelievable. Haha, but I'm not really happy, yet. But anyway, Dad's gonna give me my 500 bucks ! :D But maybe I'm not getting it from him, seeing that we're already going to Korea this holiday ! :D Haha, yeapppppp. And he's going to buy me lots of stuff, so yeah. Its already counted inside. The day didn't end off very badly, I guess. At night, I couldn't sleep, and the tears fell over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`311009, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its Halloween. But I didn't get to celebrate it. Met YuHeng and the rest of the people at E!Hub in the afternoon. They were playing arcade. Took neoprints and was debating if we should watch movie. I didn't want to, but in the end, I succumbed to them. Haha, 'sides, I got free movie and popcorn, :D Haha. Then bought a hotdog, cause was like super hungry. The popcorn was already half gone before the movie started. Haha, then ate the hotdog during the movie. It was hard larhs ! And like super long. And then Dexter was like thinking sick. Haha. Then he ate some too. Watched Sister's Keeper. We were like crazy, we were the only ones laughing, haha. Especially at the kissing and bed scenes and stuff. Haha. ShiLi, SiHui were like..haha. Yeap, then went home afterwards, cause it was already six. Was depressed again, cause things didn't get better. Dad was starting to suspect that something was up cause I look so...depressed, he claimed. And he thought that it had something to do with the outing. It was another night, the same night again, where I couldn't stop my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`011109, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cheered up a little, cause dad was putting alot of effort in cheering me up. Didn't do much, but went to the travelling agency for the whole day. It was so long. Cheered up alot, 'cause things were back to normal. My heart was melting too, :D Then Kenny was telling lots of jokes, haha. And we two were in the car, like keep laughing as though there's no tomorrow. Haha. God, then we told each other secrets. But not so indepth ones, :D Haha, for me larhs. Then finally at 6 plus, we drove home. Reached at around going to 7 ? Or earlier. Ate dinner, and played online games, :D Haha, dad was amazed by my cool skills of getting high scores, :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;`021109, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I finally got to see Crystal ! Haha, they came over in the afternoon, haha. Omg, she looks like a...gurl now. Haha, okay, she wore stuff that made her look like..a gurl. Haha, but the rest didn't come. Only Crystal and her parents. Haha, then we talked about the trip and stuff, and then lent them DvDs, :D Then we played with Kenny's iTouch. Haha, so fun. We played Truth or Dare. Haha, then after that, they wanted to go. We did all this in aobut two hours or more. We did alot more stuff of course, but I'm lazy to list. So yeah. Then after they go, I continued watching DvD, :D Haha. So cool. Parents came back from massaging after that. And the day just continues as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have training later on ! :D Was supposed to meet L'ove, but now its cancelled. Its okay, anyway, we're meeting up tomorrow too, :D For the barberque stuff and stuff. So yeah. Alright, its been a long post. I shall end off here, :D&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./ I'm sorry about before. Where we almost fell apart, and I was this close to losing you. That's a mistake I wouldn't make again. I'm sorry baby, iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-4694644528969246507?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4694644528969246507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4694644528969246507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4694644528969246507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4694644528969246507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-stop-wont-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t stop, won&apos;t stop.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Su-Qh_nBSuI/AAAAAAAAA7w/IOOxd7qsy0c/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7373801079704423373</id><published>2009-11-02T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:48:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't lose you, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Su7jN2ozbPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kG7ogc9zLHY/s1600-h/Love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Su7jN2ozbPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kG7ogc9zLHY/s320/Love..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399502830408264946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to wake up from the state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;                       this situation is a staying kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I know I haven't been updating much. I'm kinda lazy and busy to. So yeah, I shall update as soon as possible yeahs, but not nowwwwww. And thanks for all the tags, :D I shall try to reply any time I'mma free, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. / We'll keep goinggggg on, ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-7373801079704423373?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7373801079704423373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7373801079704423373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7373801079704423373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7373801079704423373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-lose-you-baby.html' title='I can&apos;t lose you, baby.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Su7jN2ozbPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kG7ogc9zLHY/s72-c/Love..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-802692672298367267</id><published>2009-10-26T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:36:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuWlqrzPh_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/-24u5hUZOL8/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuWlqrzPh_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/-24u5hUZOL8/s320/halloween.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396901881204148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A foxtrot above my head,  A sock hop beneath my bed,&lt;br /&gt;                         A disco ball just hanging by a thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boooooooyah. I think I didn't post yesterday, did I ? Yeah, I didn't. Anywayyyyyyyyy, I'm having bizarre dreams these days. Seriously, weird and bizarre dreams, that seem so real. And I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, sweating like I've just ran a marathon when the room's so cooling with the air-con. They're all bad dreams, nightmares, hence, bizarre dreams. And they're dreams that might or might not happen, seeing that they seem so real. But I was hoping that I wouldn't go into those dreams again, cause reality finally seems sweeter than the dreams, ironic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like celebrating Halloweeeeeen. Its comingggg, in let's say, 5 more days ? If I'm not wrong. Haha, I really feel like celebrating it this year, outside with my friends. 'Cause to be true, I've never celebrated it before, well. Mainly because of country doesn't really celebrate it. Uh-huh. Haha, its so tempting to be scare people out their wits. Unless you're the one that got scared of course, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`251009, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went to help parents in the market again, woke up early. Man, I was tired. It was buzzing with people, as usual. Went home at around 1100 hours or later? Can't remember, yeap. Caught snatches of sleeps in the bus. Those bizzare dreams keep coming back to me whenever I fall asleep, irritating assssssssssss, ;D Then went home, watched movies and ate. Didn't sleep today, but rested. After that, went to NTUC to shoppppp. Haha, I bought loads of chocolates and ice creams, :D Seriously, our home is lacking the resources of snacks, :D The cupboards were empty, notice the word were, and now they're full, thanks to meeeeeeee :D Haha. Okay, after that, went home. Watched tv, and fell asleep on the sofa. Went out for dinner, and came home. Didn't go out, 'cause Fiona was having exams the next day. Its been a long time since I went out, sadly. And then spent the rest of my time, watching Mirrors on HBO, it sucked in the end, :D American horror movies suck, that's what Kenny says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;Parents' off dayyyyy. Which equals to their days to relaxxxxxx. In the morning, played with Dad already. Man, that man's driving me crazy. Haha, but now I know one way to attackkkkkkk him! Call him " Old man" and he'll start frowning. HAHA, :D Awesomeeeeee shit. Ayeee, then he and man went out to massage or something at around 1130 hours ? Yeapppp, then I was home alone with Arin, 'cause everyone went to school or went outtttt. Oh yes, today's Promotion Day, I hope I would get into the class I wanttttt. But its too late to regret for not working hard enough nowwwwww. Anyway, ate lunch in the afternoon, and then watched Reaper Season One again. Kenny lent his hard drive to someone else, and I can't watch my movies! Ugh. Anyway, after that, went to meet him to cut hairrrrr. Had so much fun. 'Cause we're lameeeee, and I rock :D HAHA. Yeappppp. Then had lobsters for dinner todayyyyyyy, :D Mum's cooking rockkkkkkkkkks, &lt;3.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-802692672298367267?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/802692672298367267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=802692672298367267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/802692672298367267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/802692672298367267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/bizarre-dreams.html' title='Bizarre Dreams.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuWlqrzPh_I/AAAAAAAAA7g/-24u5hUZOL8/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-5162550719900737627</id><published>2009-10-24T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:38:35.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confabulation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuMDMhGtlTI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Vs4NfZFZkYE/s1600-h/new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuMDMhGtlTI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Vs4NfZFZkYE/s320/new-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396160292099822898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;                           so sick and tired of all the needless beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hello. Finally found the time to post, actually, I've been pretty busy. I'm currently bored to the extent that I played online games with Kenneth just now. Haha, miracle huh. Ayeeeeee. I'm tired, and its been a long day. Woke up at 0600 hours today, to go down and help mum and dad in the market. God, there were so many people. And my body wasn't helping either. My back was aching, and my stomach was aching too. Man, but of course, I endured it, and it sorta got forgotten, 'cause I had loads of things to do. Haha, and dad still found the time to joke man, what the bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 1200 hours, went home first, 'cause parents said they still had deliveries and they still had to sell everything, so yeah. Was super tired that I din't even have the energy to talkkkkkk. Watched Rest Stop, but halfway through stopped. It was too terrible to watch such a sadistic show and I was hungry, and there was a real nice smell coming from the kitchen. Had spaghetti for lunch, and rested for awhile after that. Helped Fiona in her studies, asked her to do some work, and I went to sleep. Man, it was hot. So yeah. Slept till 1800 hours, before I was woken up by the noisy sound of Fiona screaming at my ear asking me to wake up. I've been sleeping for four hours, but I wanted to sleep more. But didn't. Chatted with L'ove then^^v. Hahs, he's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to wake up at 0600 hours in the morning tomorrow. I'm tired. But I don't feel like resting. I want to go out and play. Haha, how ironic. And I wanna watch New Moon. Haha, getting so hooked on. Desperate for the show to come on. Man, Its been a long day, but at least I did lots of things that were meaningful, which I'm so proud of myself, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="pn_std" &gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-5162550719900737627?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5162550719900737627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=5162550719900737627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5162550719900737627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5162550719900737627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/confabulation.html' title='Confabulation.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuMDMhGtlTI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Vs4NfZFZkYE/s72-c/new-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3211019008175018577</id><published>2009-10-23T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:24:37.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten thousand fireflies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuGujC11-OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4-8ucoDhY3U/s1600-h/photography-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuGujC11-OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4-8ucoDhY3U/s320/photography-3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395785745647925474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby, are you down down down down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its another Friday. And it was results-issuing day. God, I think I did badly. Well, not too bad. Just average. But! Its still, so not good enough. I gotta work harder. And I wanna get into the top two classes, so much for the irony. Still, I hope so. Pray hard please! Man, I swear I would work harder if I do get into the top two classes, which! I think its kind of impossible. Dad's supportive though. He wasn't upset or anything, and still had the mood to joke with me. Huh, haha. And then 'cause I told him I was worrying, and he said, don't worry, once you don't get the class you want, I go appeal. He said this with this cheeky face. And then I added : " You sure ? How long are you gonna appeal ? " HAHA, and then he said, " I appeal till your new principal so irritated by me that he quit from the school. " Haha, cute aye. Anyway, thanks for the trouble, Dad :D Hees, but its just comforting words. He really wouldn't bother and keep up with what he says, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna type out results, 'cause I'm lazy to walk to the room and get the piece of paper. So yeah. Anyway, currently sitting beside Fiona with the laptop, teaching and helping her in her studies. I'm so tired. And tomorrow, I gotta wake up at 6am in the morning to go down and help mum and dad work, 'cause Aunt's on leave tomorrow. Man, so early. I'm not gonna make it. So much for responsibility. Something happened at home. Kenneth din't come home last night, for the whole night, well, he came home at 4am, but the door was locked in his face. So yeah. I don't know what's the problem with him. Seriously, he has seriously got some issues. But I don't bother, 'cause he doesn't. So yeah. And I don't see Kelvin much around the house too...And Kenny. Well, Kenny, 'cause of his As. Kelvin...rarely come home anymore, due to Army. And stuff. Man, I'm losing my brothers too huh... Dad's sad. I should accompany him more. Mum too, they both are really stressing. And their birthdays are next month! Which reminds me, I have to get presents for Amanda and Amelia :D Haha, I shall buy, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a haircut. Gonna go soon with Kenny. Man, but still have to wait another week. Oh well, I've already waited so long, so what's really the difference huh. I'm bored, currently. Dumped some work for Fiona to do, and came to blog. I'mma bored, seriously. I feel like watching movies, but everyone seems to be so busy. And training resumes next week! I haven't exercised in a month, and have been stuffing myself with food. Haha, so I doubt I would have the stamina to still do physical training. Pressurizing, seriously, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall end off here. I want to go surf the Net. But the Internet's being a screw-up, lagging so much tonight. Who knows why. Also, I'mma chat with L'ove right now, so yeah ;D&lt;br /&gt;Ayeeeeeeeee,till here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" class="pn_std" &gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-3211019008175018577?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3211019008175018577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3211019008175018577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3211019008175018577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3211019008175018577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-thousand-fireflies.html' title='Ten thousand fireflies.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/SuGujC11-OI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4-8ucoDhY3U/s72-c/photography-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-1622302120723885724</id><published>2009-10-21T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:45:48.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Roses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes, you make me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;                                   if I really do mean anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Third post of the day, this post is to update my mundane life for the past week or so. I'm currently bored, so yeahs. And currently, in pain, well physically, seeing that my stomach aches like hell, and I'm having a sore throat. Of all the wishes that I hope would come through, the wish of getting sick, comes true. How ironic. Oh well, this is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`191009,Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI to all our Hindus. Okay, I think I said this already...But nevermind. Anyhoooo, parents not working today, their off day of the week :D Went out to Bedok to see doctor, randomly. Well, 'cause Kenny hurt his back, so Dad brought him to see a physician. So yeah, I had to go along too, instead of doing my Art, 'cause I had to see what's wrong with my knee. Reached there, registered, but had to wait, so went to Bedok Central to eat first. Saw Martin Nai before that, :D Haha, he din't recognise me at first. Then, ate and went back. The doctor said some funny stuff to me :D Haha, so funny. Then he looked at my knee. Pulled here and there, kinda pain huh. Then he said actually, there was nothing wrong, only that I injured one part of my knee. Then he put some cones or something, and brushed fire against it. Okay, I don't know what it was, but it hurt alot. But I distracted myself with the laughters around, 'cause apparently, Dad was having fun. Haha. Then Kenny had his back with the cones too. So yeah, after the whole thing was over, went home. Showered and stuff, and started doing Art. Man, was so tired. Did for almost 5 hours, but luckily, was listening to Kenny's iTouch, :D Haha, he and Fiona were studying. We were all doing our work like good kids at the dining table. Parents went out for massage, cool huh. Then we did till like dinner time, and ate. So yeah, rushed through Art till 'bout 0130 hours in the morning, tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`201009, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Art exam, the last day of EOY. God, am I relieve. Anyway, spent the wee hours in the morning last night trying to finish up the whole thing, 'cause I did it the last minute. Did it till 0130 hours in the morning, and decided to go to sleep, 'cause if I didn't, dad was gonna wake up any second for work already. So yeah, was super tired, and at the same time, panicking if I could finish it on time on the next day. Anyway, the exam wasn't so bad. Had that load of stress off your chest finally, and you can feel the carefreeness, haha. Anyway, after that, went to L'ove's house again. Justin was mapling^^v. Haha, and he looked and sounded so pissed. So yeah, I cheered him up again :D Sort of. Haha, after that, spent some time there, and went home. Miraculously, no one was home. Spent half my time teaching Fiona, on her work of course, and yeah. There goes another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`211009, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did nothing today. Watched a movie in the morning in Dad's room. God, I love his TV. I don't know how many inch TV, but it was big, and I was watching a scary movie, haha. Adds up the effect so much^^v. It was another sadistic show, and I was eating titbits too. What the bleah man, :D Haha. Oh yes ! I wanna watch Saw VI ! Its gonna come out soon. But according the Singapore "Laws", its probably gonna be like M18 or M21 or something. Man, with all those sadistic stuff and naked parts (Well,some, but hardly). Mostly, it is sadistic. But I really wanna watch it ! And! I wanna watch New Moon, which I've been waiting for quite a long time now. But, they extended the date of its release, pushing it to December, ugh. Okay, nevermind. Talking about the shows are absolutely more tempting. So I shan't tempt myself furthur. Man, I'm bored. I spent half my time teaching Fiona today. Her exams are next week, and I'm the only one who can teach her and help Dad, 'cause Kenny's having his As, in about less than a month ? Yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a haircut. Kenny's gonna bring me goooooo, :D Haha, 'cause he needs to look appropriate for his As. Man, his hair is long. I think his school principal is blind, haha, never catch him. I want him to get caught xD Haha, sabo him, :D Heeeeeeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I need to go help Fiona with her work nowwwwww. I'm so tired, and I'm currently feeling sick. Ugh, and L'ove's definitely gone again. Aye, till here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3518905596435403670-1622302120723885724?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1622302120723885724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=1622302120723885724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1622302120723885724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1622302120723885724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-roses.html' title='Summer Roses.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-5714842710323000904</id><published>2009-10-21T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:59:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, this is a video to enjoy, :D Haha, for all those horny peeps out there. Haha, this is real funny and awesome, :D Haha, seriously. MUST-SEE! :D Unless, you've seen it before, then that's too bad, :D Go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wDD1D3StZY, and see the video ! :D Haha, seriously funny. Sorry, couldn't upload it. There was some error, eeeeek. Aites, have fun :D&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-5714842710323000904?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5714842710323000904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=5714842710323000904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5714842710323000904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5714842710323000904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/rewind-back.html' title='Rewind back.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8707183350883505049</id><published>2009-10-21T13:39:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:45:35.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just one night, couldn't be so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;you make me wanna lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, I've just realised that I haven't actually posted any photos, since...June, (not including yesterday's photos.) God, and that was like months ago. Haha, and I kept saying that I would, sadly. I'm such a procrastinator. Ayeeeeee, so I'mma update with all the photos that I've lagged now, today, right now. I shall post a proper post later on, using the laptop. But right now, would be the photos, enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;October, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s3FcC_pI/AAAAAAAAA7A/TuyyQ4Ppxtw/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s3FcC_pI/AAAAAAAAA7A/TuyyQ4Ppxtw/s320/DSC05309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939465989029522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s277sRDI/AAAAAAAAA64/Ph31Trw2VBM/s1600-h/DSC05294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s277sRDI/AAAAAAAAA64/Ph31Trw2VBM/s320/DSC05294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939463437403186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s2VMzOmI/AAAAAAAAA6o/HB1RnQ-BVQY/s1600-h/DSC05285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s2VMzOmI/AAAAAAAAA6o/HB1RnQ-BVQY/s320/DSC05285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939453040179810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s2j0AW0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/IHpVnT7iVh8/s1600-h/DSC05286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s2j0AW0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/IHpVnT7iVh8/s320/DSC05286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939456962714434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6scUq2gxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/A4zSkQst08A/s1600-h/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6scUq2gxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/A4zSkQst08A/s320/DSC05283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939006221189906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6sb17nyBI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/la_KONjGWIQ/s1600-h/DSC05256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6sb17nyBI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/la_KONjGWIQ/s320/DSC05256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394938997970028562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6scNSzFVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/o2OodaX1rCw/s1600-h/DSC05269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6scNSzFVI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/o2OodaX1rCw/s320/DSC05269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939004241253714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6sbd6c9vI/AAAAAAAAA6A/yg6D3jEPHis/s1600-h/DSC05218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6sbd6c9vI/AAAAAAAAA6A/yg6D3jEPHis/s320/DSC05218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394938991522674418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6sbsJ9v9I/AAAAAAAAA6I/1VPk8ZaeSz8/s1600-h/DSC05220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6miwqwleI/AAAAAAAAA1A/RwPexJoFTk4/s320/DSC04927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394932519746442722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6nsLLPLiI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jkbvNhIFHPc/s1600-h/DSC04944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6nsLLPLiI/AAAAAAAAA1I/jkbvNhIFHPc/s320/DSC04944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394933780992437794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6miYGC4fI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OtiHp2vo7eY/s1600-h/DSC04914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6miYGC4fI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OtiHp2vo7eY/s320/DSC04914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394932513150001650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6mivVvSyI/AAAAAAAAA04/5jY_h4cUI2k/s1600-h/DSC04923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6mivVvSyI/AAAAAAAAA04/5jY_h4cUI2k/s320/DSC04923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394932519389842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6mhkSAaeI/AAAAAAAAA0g/X_rE_skl4vs/s1600-h/DSC04889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6mhkSAaeI/AAAAAAAAA0g/X_rE_skl4vs/s320/DSC04889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394932499241527778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6miOcQ__I/AAAAAAAAA0o/bkFtGJbyiaE/s1600-h/DSC04903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6miOcQ__I/AAAAAAAAA0o/bkFtGJbyiaE/s320/DSC04903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394932510558846962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6lpBFCV3I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZQZUPKdDAmU/s1600-h/DSC04884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6lpBFCV3I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ZQZUPKdDAmU/s320/DSC04884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931527719212914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6lo7bM5aI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ubdSPWzEs0k/s1600-h/DSC04883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6lo7bM5aI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ubdSPWzEs0k/s320/DSC04883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931526201566626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6loXsJgMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1eNyzPHoyMg/s1600-h/DSC04870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6loXsJgMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1eNyzPHoyMg/s320/DSC04870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931516608970946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6ln7yc_fI/AAAAAAAAA0A/vipZylJR3TI/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6ln7yc_fI/AAAAAAAAA0A/vipZylJR3TI/s320/DSC04867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394931509119221234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kJS_FBJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yt4_rd9OzgI/s1600-h/DSC04855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kJS_FBJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yt4_rd9OzgI/s320/DSC04855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394929883258619026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kKJFLkgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5HwOQF6arpM/s1600-h/DSC04864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kKJFLkgI/AAAAAAAAAz4/5HwOQF6arpM/s320/DSC04864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394929897779728898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kInDq63I/AAAAAAAAAzg/9xhgP4-AI7U/s1600-h/DSC04852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kInDq63I/AAAAAAAAAzg/9xhgP4-AI7U/s320/DSC04852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394929871466720114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kJKekX4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/eL9HS86Nqfk/s1600-h/DSC04853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6kJKekX4I/AAAAAAAAAzo/eL9HS86Nqfk/s320/DSC04853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394929880974778242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6ia_K6vNI/AAAAAAAAAzY/6Wtc7j6Iqhk/s1600-h/DSC04848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6ia_K6vNI/AAAAAAAAAzY/6Wtc7j6Iqhk/s320/DSC04848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927988153957586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iaXBs3KI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xqssFJeDkAQ/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iaXBs3KI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/xqssFJeDkAQ/s320/DSC04847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927977377881250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iaM4NoTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-7mmL5O-2Lo/s1600-h/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iaM4NoTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/-7mmL5O-2Lo/s320/DSC04845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927974653731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iZmHFirI/AAAAAAAAAzA/uH_6xTPNQnQ/s1600-h/DSC04844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iZmHFirI/AAAAAAAAAzA/uH_6xTPNQnQ/s320/DSC04844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927964247132850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iZUbg0fI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UJnjkHP2vRg/s1600-h/DSC04842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6iZUbg0fI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UJnjkHP2vRg/s320/DSC04842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394927959500968434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gpdJU0bI/AAAAAAAAAyo/rgvp2rJMu0I/s1600-h/DSC04822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gpdJU0bI/AAAAAAAAAyo/rgvp2rJMu0I/s320/DSC04822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926037695254962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cute huh, I know, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gpCiL4KI/AAAAAAAAAyg/DlUS4gdSJ_4/s1600-h/DSC04803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gpCiL4KI/AAAAAAAAAyg/DlUS4gdSJ_4/s320/DSC04803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926030551769250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gptsAy3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/I8nbYRmGz8o/s1600-h/DSC04827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gptsAy3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/I8nbYRmGz8o/s320/DSC04827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926042135710578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gohrSkXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KlY2LRed8nI/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6gohrSkXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/KlY2LRed8nI/s320/DSC04784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926021731586418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6go0lfo9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/LvS_E3ohL3o/s1600-h/DSC04785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6go0lfo9I/AAAAAAAAAyY/LvS_E3ohL3o/s320/DSC04785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394926026807550930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-8707183350883505049?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8707183350883505049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8707183350883505049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8707183350883505049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8707183350883505049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/knock-you-down.html' title='Knock you down.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St6s3FcC_pI/AAAAAAAAA7A/TuyyQ4Ppxtw/s72-c/DSC05309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-819341640371081779</id><published>2009-10-20T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:04:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This post is specially dedicated to people, :D Who are affected by the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okayyyyyyy, I know the previous post was kinda...sad, and hurtful in a way, and stuff. But that's how I really feel. I'm sorry, if I hurt any of your feelings, I didn't mean to. But its sad that, its the last year, and things get so screwed up, you'know ? I didn't mean to mean anything at all, just suddenly thought of the whole clique. Actually, I've been putting up with the whole lot of feelings for very long. Just that due to exams, they were pushed aside. And now, that nothing else's giving me stress, so yeah. I let it off. I'm sorry, if I've hurt any of you. I didn't mean to. I know its a sad post to end off, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is to Yachun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice trip, and I'm sorry for my absence today. Sorry babe. Have a nice trip. I'll really miss you. I wanna seeeee you soooon ! :D Haha, have fun. I wish you all the best love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-819341640371081779?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/819341640371081779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=819341640371081779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/819341640371081779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/819341640371081779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-love.html' title='With love,'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6441946670980868677</id><published>2009-10-20T18:12:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:01:33.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2SvkO0rGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wjGo6k9gyfc/s1600-h/DSC00630+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2OF-Ek0yI/AAAAAAAAAvI/cW-94YTo6b4/s320/DSC01195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394624161872401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2OEpnAGlI/AAAAAAAAAu4/swr9h2IneXY/s1600-h/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2OEpnAGlI/AAAAAAAAAu4/swr9h2IneXY/s320/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394624139199781458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2OEDGDaAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tVhp9pQKdOU/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2OEDGDaAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/tVhp9pQKdOU/s320/DSC01453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394624128861038594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember all the things we wanted,&lt;br /&gt;                                      now all our memories are haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorry, for the abrupt posting of random pictures. I'm reminiscing the old times, how I miss those days. Everyone seemed so carefree and...happy. But where has it all gone now ? We're no longer, the same. We're pretending, as if nothing's wrong, we're pretending, like we don't know each other, and that we just carry on with our lives like nobody else's business. Of course, not all of us fell out. Most of us are still together, except for some. I'm not trying to...be rude, or something here. But I really want the clique to be...like how we used-to-be. Don't tell me, those reasons that we fell out, was because of people's pretense? We've...been through this and this, we've been friends for about two years now, and we just let this conflict come between us, and take away everything, and bring out every unhappiness we had. Remember the time we held a 'meeting' , where we would write all our likes and dislikes on pieces of paper, and read them out ? Of course, nobody knew who wrote whose, but did that work ? No. It worked otherwise, causing unhappiness between one another. Stupid huh.&lt;br /&gt;We used to be so happy. But now, we are just content. We go along with our own people. Of course, we're still a clique. But not fully, are we ? I know, that I haven't been really spending much time with the whole lot, but I feel so awkward everytime. And I don't know why. Perhaps because we've drifted apart too much huh. We used to say, that we would be together, throughout the whole school year in the school, but somehow, that seems just like talk now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm feeling really upset. I really really miss you guys. Alot. But I always don't complain, I always just go along with what you guys do... Hahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...YaChun's...prep talk. Haha, kind of like counselling, where I would end up crying at first but laughing at the last. But she's leaving the school after this year... I would really miss her. She's always kind of like a mother to me. Haha, I really do. I've grown to...know her for the past one year or so. Hahs, I love her. She always supports me no matter how much she knows that I won't listen to her. And we would end up playing with each other, by pulling each other's bra strap, till now ! Haha, of course, I'd be the one who starts first. She's too mature to start it, :D Unless she has less diginity at times, when she's having good moods :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...YuHeng's jokes and support. Haha, yeah, this may sound kinda mushy. But yeah. She's always been trying to tell me to do stuff that she knows that I can't really do, and that its just talk, but still, she makes the effort. Her support, is infallible of course. Haha, really. She's nice and kind, :D But can really be real emo at times, when she's...emo. And pissed...when she's real angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...SiHui's jokes and positive side of thinking. She always has the way of thinking things the way that they are really positive and cute, and I would always end up laughing instead of grieving over my 'loss'. Okay, to those who don't know what happened throughout the past one year and so, don't mind this sentence. Also, she would treat me real lots of stuff, and also, she's one seriously kind heart without any hesitation. I've never seen her...angry before. But I've seen her cry... Haha, by getting hit by that football on the head. Haha... and of course, when the clique fell out... We cried together on the phone, cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...ShiLi's craps. Though they don't make sense at all, but still the thought's there. She...is a very straightforward person...and can hurt one with the truth from her point of view. Of course, that's the good thing 'bout her. The bad thing's that, she never talks to ShiHau. Haha, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...Lesmin's playful side. Okay, to admit, we've been... 'husbands and wives' for about a year now. I really miss your shoulder to lean on, the times we used to play alot, and yeah. Those stuff. And those times we would just spend prolly hours talking about the same topic and go on and on and never get tired of it. I miss those times we would use those secret codes just to tell each other stuff, though others don't really realise. I don't know, if it made a significance on you, but it did on me. 'Cause, well, to be frank, it was the first time I used that kind of 'slang', haha, and yeah, to say things in front, of others, without them knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Amelia's...jokes, Amanda's sacarsm. PeiShi's friendliness. Haha, well, a weird thing to miss of Amanda's, sacarsm, but she's really cute. Amelia's really nice to joke with. Seriously, when you want a laugh, you tell her a joke, she laughs, you laugh. Its utterly infectious, :D PeiShi...We never really talk much, 'cause I guess, we've never really been good friends from the start. But still, we're cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, these reminiscing are making me tear up soon. And I can't tear up in front of my parents ! Well, guess what my dad would say when I cry 'cause of my friends, : He would tease me that I have the same fate as Fiona 'cause she has no friends. Which is so ironic. I do have friends, just that I miss them more. Feelings are a touchy subject, you'know. I think I'm going to be sick sooon, flu and sore throat's coming up. The next thing I know, would be fever huh. Haha. I shall...post a proper update about this week tomorrow. Or later on, if I have time. 'Cause, its dinner time, and I wanna watch my 1900 hours show already, :D Ayeeeee, I shall end off here. I miss L'ove's hugs^^v&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-6441946670980868677?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6441946670980868677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6441946670980868677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6441946670980868677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6441946670980868677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/St2SvkO0rGI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wjGo6k9gyfc/s72-c/DSC00630+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4686150651425594464</id><published>2009-10-19T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T09:29:39.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red roses petals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Cause one night couldn't be so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;                         I'm gonna make you lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boooyah, :D Its early in the morning. Okay, just a quick update. I'mma bored, currently. Anyway, to all our Hindus, Happy Deepavali, :D Have a nice new year. Okay, I don't know if that's appropriate, but yeahs. You know what I mean. Gonna finish art. Okay, I'm still stuck at stylisation. And I haven't even coloured the first-hand observation page yet. Huh,huh. I doubt I can finish everything by today. And, I don't think Art can help pull up my overall, 'cause I suck at it too. What the bleah, man. Aites, I shall go off now. A short update. I shall post some other days, ^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-4686150651425594464?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4686150651425594464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4686150651425594464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4686150651425594464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4686150651425594464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-roses-petals.html' title='Red roses petals.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-9156073254575339667</id><published>2009-10-18T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:43:30.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartaches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause when you're feeling down and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                  I'll always be there for you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heyyyyyyyy. Its 2335 hours in the night, what a appropriate time to post huh. I'm usually already in my dreamland at this time. Today's exceptional though. L'ove's already asleep, I guess. Huh, I miss him badly. Okay, actually this is a short post. Shan't update much, 'cause I don't feel like it. And! I didn't really wanted to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Bugis to eat just now. After eating, headed over to Vivo, brings back memories. Happy times. How I wish there would be more. Anyway, I was utterly sad and...heartbroken, throughout the whole day and night. Well, I've shopped alot today. Bought new clothes and stuff. Even refilled the cupboards with my favourite snacks. The whole family's been spending money these days, I don't know why. Went to Cotton On earlier in the afternoon, shopped. Spent quite a long time there, choosing. Anyway, I think my idea of revamping my wardrobe is still do-able. Hahs, thanks to my parents kind load of money. Been playing and hanging out with Dad alot today. Well, most of the time. He's been acting like some sort of clown. Hahs, mum and Kenny always look at us two, when we are together, hands hooked, and mum would be laughing at us and say, " Crazy people. " Haha, we're the best man. Dad's been trying to lift my spirits, 'cause I think he saw through my sadness. Well, but I passed it off as jealousy of other gurls, random huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done with Art yet, sadly. And there's still one last day to go, which is tomorrow. Huh, but I don't think that I can finish five pages within lesser then 12 hours. Perhaps I'll finish up the colour scheme in school tomorrow. But I need ideas. My brain failed me this time, when I needed them to do stylisation. S.U.N.K. Booyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results, I want them badly. Huh, but I'm sorta dreading them too. I need 5 As. God, this is getting so desperate. Now, I'm sorta regretting for not studying harder. So much for putting in effort for the best and aiming for the stars. Aye, I shall end off here. I'm moping.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I wanna watch New Moon badly. Man, why can't they launch it already. Alrights, till here then. Cheers^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./ I miss you badly.&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/3518905596435403670-9156073254575339667?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/9156073254575339667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=9156073254575339667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/9156073254575339667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/9156073254575339667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/heartaches.html' title='Heartaches.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-1354436006698613375</id><published>2009-10-17T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:19:27.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intertwined hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As the night falls, the two moves closer.&lt;br /&gt;                    As the wind whispers, their lips locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm feeling so...dejected. Never have I felt, this dejected before. Or rather, upset. I feel terribly weak, upset, you name it, i have it. I feel like shouting every single profanity I know right now, out loud, but that wouldn't help. 'Sides, I don't think I know much. And I'm not helping myself much, by listening to more depressing songs and upsetting myself all over again. I'm killing myself. I don't know how, to make things right. I regret so much, for just lashing out loud those four words at you... And I can't take that back. But what you said was hurtful too... I guess that was my...knee-jerk reaction to your answer. I meant it as a joke, hoping that you would be...more careful with your choice of words, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. Instead, in a moment's mistake, those four words came out, and brought us here today.&lt;br /&gt;We're falling apart, you know that. I know that it was my fault as much as you know it was. But I really didn't meant it. What was meant to be a sweet moment, turned out to be bitter. But I know, I can't really help much right now. Because, I only drag you furthur down with...my comforting, if its even comforting to you. This is killing me, so much .&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset about a few things, that's absolutely hurting me and all. I don't know what to do. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm upset about my results. I don't know, if I'd make it to the class that I really want and hope to go. Crossing my fingers and hoping to. But I know it won't help. I guess, I haven't really studied hard enough for this finals. Although I know that it was important, I put a little more effort in. I treated it like any other exam I had for the previous years. I did put everything I had, but I don't know if I did try my very best. But I really tried, really put my heart and soul into fighting for the results. But the papers were killers. Well, the two most important subjects that they take into account with. Science and Math. Where, they're my weakest link. Especially Math. I don't think there would be anything to help pull up the overall results, as both sucked. I don't know if I can do well. I don't want to disappoint Dad again. The most I can do, is to score well, obtain better results. 'Cause I love to see that smile on his face. The more he encourages me, the more remorseful I feel for not putting my very best. This is the least I can do, for lying to him so much. I know, that I have been a very bad...child. I have been lying to him the thing that he wants to keep me away from the most for the past...year or so. So much, that I would just lie whenever the situation comes up. I don't know how long I can keep up with this pretense, 'cause I think that he sees through me sometimes, just that he believes my lies, and chooses not to probe. I hate to see him being hurt, by those little things I do, that matter to him so much. Those little things he try to keep my from, getting myself hurt. I hate it, when, he loves me too much then I deserve. I hate it, when, sometimes, I think that all the source of things being so miserable and my heart being so depressing is his fault. The more he keeps me away from the one thing that I love, the more I yearn for the desire. Sigh... I don't know what to do. I suppose, I could tell him the truth. But then, he would misunderstand, and get things wrongly, which would exacerbate things. I don't know, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've made...a terrible mistake to L'ove. Well, not really terrible, but I think I hurt him pretty badly. I'm sorry, for lashing out those four words. I...didn't know why my instincts caused me to do that. I was so mad and angry at what you said before, that I felt so hurt and just lashed out at you. I'm sorry, sincerely sorry about that. I know, I haven't really been the best of what a girlfriend can be. And I'm sorry, I can't be...pretty or good enough in the sense, to satisfy you. I don't know...how to put this right. I'm really sorry, for what I have done, that ruined the entire day. I'm sorry, for hurting you badly this time. But I'm hurting too, and I hope you...understand, that it isn't easy for me either...I'm really sorry, for what I've done. And I hope that, I can make it up to you...But I don't know how. I'm sorry, for making you upset, when you could have a nice weekend ahead. I'm sorry, for everything I've ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm feeling negative. Having negative things about things too. Like the above. Huh, that's bad huh. I don't know how to cheer myself up. Seriously speaking, I've been trying to stuff myself with chocolates today, though I know that its not gonna help either. I know its bad for my health either, but I haven't been taking care of myself lately, haven't been watching my diet with what I eat, and have been eating quite alot of unhealthy things. I wanna fall sick, and just be...sick. Have a high fever, and probably that would cause brain damage. And then I would have a memory loss, and forget everyone I know. And from there, that might be a good start again, to be friends with everyone once again, but on a better note. And then, I would be able to repent, and do things right that I have done wrong in the past. Ridiculous huh, I know. How wild can my imagination get. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but truthfully speaking, today haven't really been totally bad after all. Not one of the worse days of my life. I have been coping better than usual, I guess. Went out to eat lunch with Kenny today, ate Astons. It was awesome food.We bus-ed there together, just the two of us. Some brother-sister day. Played alot, he was trying to cheer me up, 'cause he saw that I have been staring into the blank space and being upset. He almost saw me tear up at the sofa too, but I didn't let him see. The tears were almost spilling, of course, but I looked away and they spilled after that. I didn't know why I teared up, perhaps due to those negative things happening. I think my luck's run out. God, this is killing me. Then, while we were waiting for the food, he was kidding with me alot. He's a really really nice and awesome brother. I really can't imagine him leaving me for the army. Huh, kind of mushy. But I would really miss him. He's really the only brother in the family, the only guy in the family that I can really interact with. He makes me laugh, buys me stuff, takes me shopping, spends money on me, lends me everything that I want from him, shares with me his secrets, and everything else. But the other brothers just... come and go. And it upsets me sometimes. I want to...improve my relationship with them, but somehow, I can't. 'Cause I really just can't get close to them.... And sometimes, they simply just harm my feelings. Hurt me alot. God, I think I'm gonna tear up right now. But not yet. Sigh.....I think I would tear up in bed later on again... I'm so sick of it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides those negative things, there are some positive things to look upon to.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, our family would probably be going to HongKong next month, with Crystal's family. Its a random trip, and it sort of just came up. 'Course, thats got us wired and excited. I just knew it yesterday. So yeah. Kinda good, I guess. Seeing that I haven't been on the plane since i was, 5 ? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Mum's probably going to win $200,000. Awesome huh. She got into some lucky, I don't know what. And she was one of the winners. And its no joke. 'Cause it really is true. And we're waiting for results. 'Cause if she does win the money, she gets a limousine ride, from our house, to some hotel for a free lunch. And then the ride back, and the money. Cool huh. I don't know what she joined. But she just received the letter today. Awesome shit. Everyone was so tensed up, and excited. 'Sides, if she does win the money, I do have advantages too. Hah...Firstly, I would be able to revamp my wardrobe, 'cause she said she would give me $1000 or more is she does win. This means that I can keep half the money, and spend the other half. Cool. Yeap, everyone would get money, so yeah. Cool huh. So everyone's praying hard for her to win, 'cause there would be free money. Also, after we go to HongKong, we might go to Korea too. 'Cause Kenny would not be going to HongKong, due to his A levels. So after that, if we do win the money, we would go for a second round, to Korea with him too. But I don't know, I think its already confirmed, whether or not we win the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I'm hoping to get 5As for the finals. I'm hoping the class I get to is good too. My ideal class, hopefully. And if I do get 5As, I would get a reward from Dad, though I don't think I deserve it. Huh, sad. But still, he would get me one. Probably money too, if I don't want to buy anything. Like that, I would be able to save more money for myself, and spend me too, =) The thought of it is just so...cool. Imagine the amount of money you could have, more than enough to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be contented with what I have. But sadly, I'm not. One can never get enough of satisfaction. I miss L'ove....badly. Somehow, I hope that I can just fall into his arms......Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I shall end off this post here. I've had enough of venting for one day.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./ iloveyou, baby.&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/3518905596435403670-1354436006698613375?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/1354436006698613375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=1354436006698613375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1354436006698613375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/1354436006698613375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/intertwined-hands.html' title='Intertwined hands.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3632001406112038513</id><published>2009-10-16T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:45:42.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too close for comfort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;                           Who knows how to love you without being told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sth46E2qRiI/AAAAAAAAAug/wuqLcFhdwzo/s1600-h/DSC05331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sth46E2qRiI/AAAAAAAAAug/wuqLcFhdwzo/s200/DSC05331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393193492906919458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heyyyyyyyyyyyyy, :D Decided to post, 'cause I haven't really been updating. And now, blog's currently dead, tagboard's even more dead. Anyway, the Finals are finally O.V.E.R. God, I feel so happy, relieved rather. And the next thing to panic / worry about now, are the results. So realistic. I think I'll flunk Science &amp;amp; Math. Definitely Science. It was designed and set to kill. It was like, super hard. I don't even think its in the syllabus. Math, I think I died in Paper One. Panicked, hence, brain cells went dead. Think I lost about 20 marks or more there. Pathetic huh. And then, Paper Two, was okay. Except there was two questions that I didn't know how to do, well, 1 and a half question anyway. I got correct by luck^^v. Alright, I shall post about the week, so just to update. I know 'people' are dying to read my blog, xD Kidding! Alright, here goes nothing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`121009, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okayyyyyyy, first off, Happy One Year Anniversary to Sham &amp;amp; Yani. Keep rocking, :D&lt;br /&gt;And! If I'm not wrong, Happy Anniversary to Elena &amp;amp; her boyfriend too, :D&lt;br /&gt;Geography Paper for the day. Was okay, considering that I spent the whole weekend memorising it. And there's even extra memorising that I did, okay. So, overall, the paper was a little between easy and average. Thanks to my wonderful brain who, miraculously, din't fail me in that point of time. After the Geography Paper, went to L'ove's house to chill. The next day was Science Paper and English Oral. And 'sides, it was still early. So, went there for awhile. Watched L'ove played the XBox, and then relaxed. Managed to catch a nap for a little while, haha. L'ove was so sweet that day yeah. Haha^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`131009, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay, like I said, Science Paper was a killer. I think I didn't know, how to do, like at least, two or three quarters of the paper. Don't even think I can pass huh. Disappointment. Teared up in bus, 'cause I was simply feeling too upset. The tears, just spilled. Reached home, told Dad 'bout the paper 'cause he asked me. And then he encouraged me to try again next time. That made me tear up again, and I cried so hard, not only because of the paper of course, but also 'cause of other stuff that I was thinking and that got me thinking. Then showered, and went to sleep. Was super tired as the drowsyness got to me. Kenny and Fiona cheered me up then, trying to make me smile. So sweet. So yeah, anyway, after Science paper, had Oral. Wasn't that bad, only to face the teacher who made the paper the doom of my life, which might 'cause all my dreams to shatter. Okay, exaggerating. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`141009, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mother Tongue Paper, wasn't that bad. It was managable, I guess. Felt like giving up halfway, 'cause I was simply feeling so exhausted. Then had an hour's break till History paper. Sat and played with YaChun's phone. Wasn't feeling the best of moods. Was feeling kinda blue. Then, it started to rain, my favourite kind of weather. Sat outside the counsellor's room with L'ove then, 'cause that was the nearest shelter. We sat facing the volleyball court and started studying last-minute revisions and memorisations. I was feeling kinda distant, facing the rain dropping down.  Then it started to shine again, reflecting colours on the ground with those fallen leaves. Like dancing colours, and the view was so nice. I sat staring at it and thinking about things for almost a few minutes before I got my mind back. Then, went back to class with Mr Kenny and Miss Shanthi. 'Cause we met on the way. Then Mr Kenny Tan was like, you two look alike. Haha, I don't see how. History Paper was managable after that, wasn't so bad. Due to my awesome brain who survived again, :D After that, went to our favourite hangout with L'ove. He was feeling tired, so I wanted to cheer him uppppp^^v. Went home, then studied Math. Studied with Kenny. Man, I can't imagine him not studying with me ever ! :D Haha, he is so funny larhs. And we were like two small kids kidding around, till Dad started asking us to stop. Haha, he's such an awesome brother. Sadly, he's going to army next year, no one to study with then. Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`151009, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had Math Paper, okay, how it went, is stated above. I'm lazy to re-type now. Haha, sorrayeeeeee peeeps. Anyhoooooo, after the paper, everyone went berserk. Cause the exams are finally over. Anyway, went to Pasir Ris Park with L'ove after that. Spent time there, and talked. Walked by the beach. So much for me being a klutz. When L'ove was swinging me round, I fell. 'Cause I din't hold his hand properly, pathetic huh. Haha, anyway, then it started to rain, and we started walking in the rain. He was so sweet, and cute. But some argument happened after that, screwed and spoiled the perfect day up. Sadly, and got me into one of my upset moods again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`161009, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Todayyyyy. Was upset, was quiet. Din't talk much. Just sat and stuff. Laughed when I was supposed to. I think I'mma break down again. Pathetic piece of ass, sigh. I'm just another pathetic ass. I can't control my feelings huh. To hell with it. I'm supposed to post about Shawn Lim. Okay, advertising for him. To guys : Play Dota if you have. Then kill him, :D Haha, edited version xD Okays, I'mma bored. Perhaps gonna go listen or surf some net nowwwwwww. Ayeeeeeee, :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S./ L'ove, come back quick. Imissyou.&lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-3632001406112038513?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3632001406112038513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3632001406112038513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3632001406112038513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3632001406112038513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-close-for-comfort.html' title='Too close for comfort.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK018FQagbM/Sth46E2qRiI/AAAAAAAAAug/wuqLcFhdwzo/s72-c/DSC05331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-4674014611211320477</id><published>2009-10-11T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:25:53.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enstranged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No matter where we take this from,&lt;br /&gt;                                      someone's gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heyya peeps. Decided to post, 'cause this is prolly gonna be the last post for the week. I have a whole lot of exams coming up next week, and to think, I don't think that I'm prepared for it. Ugh, that's one thing that's so pressurizing about exams. It keeps you pressed under, and somehow, you can't emerge till its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling depressed, upset, deranged, crazy, sad, heartbroken. Whatever, you name it. And I don't know what to do. How are you supposed to believe all that's happening, when lies come up again and again ? How are you supposed to trust someone, whom you once put all your faith and trust in again, when you found out that they actually lied to you about something ? How are you supposed to say, that you believe them, when actually you're heartbroken, and trying to clear all those doubts in your mind away ? How are you supposed to know what to do, when all your trust is broken by someone who you care for so much, to the extent, that you would do anything just to see that smile on their face ? How are you supposed to cope, when you have one whole stack of work load to study, and probably memorise, while this problem keeps rewinding and rewinding again in your head ? How are you supposed to be calm, when things are meant to be said out ? That comes around and goes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm venting my feelings. I don't know if I should be upset or angry. I'm having second thoughts about things. That involves, non-happy endings. Sigh. This is so wrong. I'm supposed to be focusing on one thing, and now, so many things come up. I feel so broken. I cried myself to sleep last night, feeling so pathetic. And I had nightmares, that simply don't make sense. And I couldn't sleep afterwards, with my body aching all over right now. Perhaps all this was a mistake. I don't know what to do, what to say. 'Cause, everything you said to her, keeps coming back to me. Its becoming like flashbacks now. God, this is killing me. My heart's breaking, don't test the strength of it. 'Cause, for what thing I know, its failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-4674014611211320477?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/4674014611211320477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=4674014611211320477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4674014611211320477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/4674014611211320477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/enstranged.html' title='Enstranged.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2092732591259356407</id><published>2009-10-10T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:20:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't go away,&lt;br /&gt;                         say you'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Heyyyyyy people, :D I knw I've been missing out on postinggggg, that's why I took this time to, :D Heeees, and Blogger's finally back to normal ! Anyhoooooo, my tagboard's D.E.A.D huh. People! I neeeeed tags. Okay, I know you people are busy, with examinations and stufffffff. So, its okayyyyy. Ayeeee, I shall do a quick update nowwwww. I'm feeling kinda hungry, =X Used too many brain cells in the morning, 'cause I studied Geography then :D Hahas, okays. Here goes, :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`041009, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went to Parkwayyyyy Paradeeee, :D We just felt like going, so yeahs. Went there, ate, and then talked alot. HAHA, dad was playing with me again, :D Heeeeeees, so cute. Then went to Esprit, 'cause Kenny wants to buy his cardigan. Man! I saw a super superb nice skirt ! And then, wanted to buy. But! It cost like 80 bucks man! How expensive is that. So, was kinda disappointed, haha. Anyhoooo, Kenny was super sad and disappointed afterwards too, 'cause his cardigan cost about 100 bucks, and mum said to wait till there's a sale or something. Sad huh, I kinda wanted to buy for him. But Dad didn't wanna lend me money to. So yeahhhhh, currently, I wanna SAVE for more money. I'm revamping my wardrobe soooon! And I need to buy presents, and stuffffs, so yeah :D Haha, anyway, after that, I bought clothes from Cotton On, and then went homeeeee, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`051009, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had Paper One. It was okayyyyy, hope that I can do wellll. After the paper, went to our favourite hang-out with L'ove. Heeeeeees, after awhile, went homeeeee and studieddddd. Was super tireddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`061009, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Went to Pasir Ris Park after school todayyyyy. Walked by the beach with L'ove, so coolinggggg. Needed to de-stress, 'cause was really stressed out. Cried in front of dad man, and told him I was dying yesterday, I think. Haha, then talked about the future with L'ove and stuffffff, :D It was so much fun larhs, :D Heeeeeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`071009, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Teared up in the bus due to some stuffff. So depressed man. Cheer-ed up afterwards, stupid ass shit. Sorry for my uncouth language anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;`081009, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY 19th ANNIVERSARY L'ove !! :D Haaaaaaahs, last long yeahs.&lt;br /&gt;Went to L'ove's house to celebrate. Justin was there, :D Haaaaaahs, disturbed him then, and played with the pigs, &lt;3 Heeeeeeees, anyway, after that, played with Justin. HAHA, he's so funny. L'ove was kinda jealous xD HAHA, sabotage him. 'Cause I played with Justin instead of him, heeeeeees. iloveyou, L'ove^^v. Thanks, for everything. And you owe me song and a long letter, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;091009, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had Literature and English Paper 2. Wrote four pages for Lit, hand was like numb numb numb. Almost couldn't finish it though, haaaaaaahs, but luckily, I did. Then during recess, I had to go through and suffer and endure those moments of....jealousy. Okay, it was true kay. L'ove, don't denyyyyyy. My vision never fails me! Went to L'ove's house afterwards, while he tried to cheer me upppp. Then I did. Slept for awhile, 'cause was tired and talked some gibberish which L'ove heard like the last time. Man, its so embarrassing! :D Haha. Anyway, went home after that, cabb-ed. The taxi uncle was so kind. For once, I found a good driver! And cheap ride home. Haha, then he talked. He's a peranakan, cooool aye. He has this Italian accent tooo, though he's chinese. Reached home, then showered. Watched Saw V. The last one. Sadistic ayeeeee. Dad was so interested, but he said it was stupid. Studieddddd at night, tired. Slept at midnight, with a pissed off heart. Hahas. Eeek, I cried myself to sleep. Man, I think I'm kinda like a....pathetic ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Slept for a total of 11 hours. Feel replenished, 'cause the whole week has been stressing. Studied Geography, and then came to posttttt. Now, gonna eat lunch and slack before I study again later onnnnnn, :D Heeeeeees, OMG! L'ove, I wannaaaaaa buy the toyyyys ! You promised kay! After exammmmmmms, :D Heeeeeees. Alrights, I shall go offffff now. Aye peeeeeeeeps^^v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: arial;" class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/3518905596435403670-2092732591259356407?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2092732591259356407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=2092732591259356407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2092732591259356407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2092732591259356407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-light.html' title='Morning Light.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3884981220894917007</id><published>2009-10-04T09:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:05:11.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I'm in your arms, I need you to know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I've never been this close. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeee people, :D Sorry, for the absence of blogging. I've been relatively busy with the preparations of examinations and stufffff. Anyway, first off, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SHIHAU&amp;amp; SHILI, Last longgggg ! Haaaaaaaaaaahs, okays. I shall make this a quick, yet updating post^^v. Cause, I'mma studyyyyy soooooon later on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`270909, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Went to Tampines 1 at night with the whole familyyyyyyy. Kenny wanted to buy his iPod Touch. Okay, its a miracle, I'm not jealous or anything, cause usually I am. Haha, but this has no impact on me at all. In fact, I'm excited for him. Cause' I'll get to borrow it tooooo, and play and fiddle with everything, :D Haha, okay. So ate at the food courtat the top level, walked past the shop, Young Generation. Mannnnn, the stuff there are sooooo cuteeeeee!! And I found a suitable present for Justin. But then, I don't knw if its suitable. So yeah, gonna look at it next time with L'ove. Anyhooooo, after that, walked around the shopping mall, and went to Uni Qlo. Haaaaaaaaahs, Kenny and I were like hanging out with each other alot. He was having his arm around me, like strangling yeahs. And then I was hitting him, with so much fun. And Dad would be like scolding him, asking him not to play with me, cause' he wanna play with meeeee ! :D HAHA, ironic huh. Then Kenny and I went into UniQlo and see clothes. We made a deal of going to buy clothes together, prolly after exams or when we have money, which would be longgggggggg. We're gonna go shopping at Cotton On and UniQlo! :D Haaaaaaaaaahs, and then, I bought a jacket from there! :D So coooooooool. After that, we all walked to Tampines Mall, to buy his iPod Touch. It was a quick deal there. Dad kept teasing the sales guy, cause his specs was kinda unique and cool. Haha, after that, played with Dad. Then, on the escalator, we saw this couple kissing. Then I nudged Dad and said, " Dee, your favourite^^v. " HAHA, then afterwards he was like, "Go get a room larhs!" Haha, so funnyyyyyyyyyy. After that, we went to find mum, she was lost, in the sense that we couldn't find her. After thattttt, we walked back to the parking lot, and went homeeeeeeeee, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`280909,Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Went to L'ove after school to our favourite hang-out. I'm getting so addicted to that place. After that, we chatted for hours, and headed back. He was gonna meet his dad at Tampines One. Haaaaaaaaahs, so yeah. Reached home at around 1800 hours plus, was dead tired. Didn't have any mood for anything at night, but studied for Science till around 2300 hours. Tired, and hence, slept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`290909,Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Chatted with Denise, she's kind of nice, :D Haha, she can really make me smile sometimes. Anyway, watched the wedding between Fann Wong and Christopher Lee at night. Mum was amazed huh. Haha, any girl would want that kind of royal wedding. Haha, was kinda wishing to get married that moment, =X Anyway, studied afterwards, all the way till 2230 hours plus. Then went to sleep, mundaneeeeeee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`300909, Wednesday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Let me...summarise. All in all, the last day of September, was the worst day of my life. Okay, that would be exaggerating. Let me see, worst day ever. Seeing that, I discovered some stuff, that was hidden from me, and wasn't told to me... And yeah, that person.. was close...Very very close... I don't believe it.....And all the promises was broken.... Had no more faith and trust in me.... I didn't know what to do.... I had...second thoughts for moments there...Really crushed my heart, left me....I don't know how to describe. I just can't believe it. That's all. And it was &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;..... I don't understand. Anyway, went home straight away, with a heavy mind and load. Brought art home and was determined to redo it and get it done and over with. That's the day, that I felt so cold and distanced. And then I understood, I never meant anything, perhaps.&amp;nbsp; I cried myself to sleep that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`011009, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pushing Limits, you are seriously testing the strength of my heart. Went home straight after school too, have been eating chocolates alot lately. So wrong, like everyday. Just to keep my mind off things. Studied alot, much much more to distract myself lately. Feel so dead. But somehow, I can't stay mad at you. I cried myself to sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`021009, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Went to the favourite hangout place with L'ove. Talked about the past, heard stories. Then went home early, watched The Proposal. Have the DvD alreadyyyyyyyy. It was nice. And then, studied and stufffff. At night, studied till 2130 hours, cause was studying the whole day, and watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince till 0000 hours. Coool huh, the show was okay. Though the ending sucked, :D Haha, then went to sleeeeeeep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;`031009, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Din't went for tuition, not going anymore, cause' exams are coming. Studied for the whole morning, and then mid-afternoon, while eating lunch, watched Saw. It was coooool and sadistic huh. And then studied again afterwards, and watched Saw II all the way till around 1830 hours. Read newspapers afterwards,and then played on the com with Dad. At night, studied till 2100 hours, watched P.S I love you. Haha, the show super nice larhs, :DDDD Recommended. Haaaaaaaahs, and then after that, went off to bed at around 2340 plus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`041009, Sunday. Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Gonna study after I've finished blogging. Currently chatting with L'ove on the phone. Man, I'm getting so prone to heartbreaks now. Been crying myself to sleep lately too, what the hell's wrong with me. Ayeeeee, probably gonna watch Saw III today, if I have time. I haven't done art! Been revising alot. Sorry Miss Tan. Anyway, prolly gonna go out today toooooo. Man, Paper 1 tomorrowwwww. It kills. Ayeeeee, till here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/3518905596435403670-3884981220894917007?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3884981220894917007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3884981220894917007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3884981220894917007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3884981220894917007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-longer.html' title='No longer.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-6189708877367637790</id><published>2009-09-27T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:42:14.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave you breathless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;This could be the last chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; that everything could ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Heyyyyyyyyyyy, :D I know its early, but this would probably be the last post for the weekkkkk. Gonna studyyyyyyyy alot already. There's school tomorrow, the weekends are over. Its already Sunday, fast huh. Was chatting with L'ove about some sad stuff yesterday, and then we were kind of predicting of consequences and stuffffff. It kinda made us sad, but yeahhhhhhh. This is life, so suck it up. Haaaaaaaaaahs, life's not really that hard. Its we humans who make things and life difficult for us. Cool huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Probably gonna study and study somemore. Probably going out todayyyyyyy too, seeing that its&amp;nbsp; a Sunday, Family Day, :D I'm officially broke, I don't know how to save more money too, when I need to buy some more stuff which costs more money. Haha, kay, I'm freaking myself out. Hmms, this would be a short post. Because I've got nothing to post, :D I shall go off now, and start attacking figures and words, whichever works. Brain-freeze would probably get me on the way, I hope :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S./ Don't be. I miss youuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/3518905596435403670-6189708877367637790?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/6189708877367637790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=6189708877367637790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6189708877367637790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/6189708877367637790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/leave-you-breathless.html' title='Leave you breathless.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-983990155582781431</id><published>2009-09-26T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:59:07.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay close, don't go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Another promise we made,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; with another kiss sealed within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Booooooyah! Its Saturdayyyyyyyyyyy, and I'm currently postingggggg. Its 1856 hours, dinner's comingggg. I'm not supposed to be posting now, considering that dinner will be ready sooooon. But yeahhhh, i don't have anymore time later on to, cause I'd be spending the night studying instead of watching television like some other slack kids out there. Haaaaaaaaaaahs, I'm kidding. But I'm not kidding about studying though. The finals are cominggggg, and its streaming ! Man, look how stressing is that ! Blogging is just a form of releasing stress and a form of resting, as you express out your feelings. Well, not really. Because you don't really express out everything. I shall post a proper post about the week now, all in all, its not a bad week really. Considering the previous weeks, this have gotta be one of the good good weeks that I can/really enjoyed. Other then that, the rest were prettayeeeee stressingggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`210909,Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Went out with Crystal's parents and Twin at night. Went to Suntec for buffettttttt, :D Crystal couldn't make it, along with Oxford and Charlene. They had a party to attend to, so they chose to dump us aside for that party. Haha, I'm kidding. Anyway, was really really fullllll. But the food was awesomeeeee. Ate two lobsters^^v. Haha, so cooooool. Then Kenny came at around 2000 hours plus or so. We started eating at 1830 hours you know ! So then, rested as I was fulllll. Played with Twin and Kenny. Haha, it was like super super funny larhs ! And i was wearing a dress, :D Haha, didn't consider on wearing it. But listened to L'ove and so I did. Haha, I wanna buy newwwwww clothes. Probably after exams. Gonna spenddddd moneyyyyyyyy ! :D Heeeeees. Anyway, after that, at around 2130 plus, went homeeeee. Tired, to end off the dayyyyy. Slept at 0000 hours, was busy chatting with L'ove, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`220909, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pretty normal day to start a school week. Short week though, you gotta admit. Haha, but was sweeeeeeet. Woke up early to L'ove's sweet message. Got to school, and got cookies from him ! :D Hahas, awwwwwwwww. And then we were chatting the whole day, haaaaaaaaahs, so cute. Shared one whole packet of the cookies for recess. Like pigs, within minutes, the cookies was finished. They were nice, :D After school, went with L'ove to our favourite place againnnnnn, :D Hahas, then left there at around 1730 hours and went to Tampines. Need to collect L'ove's present. He went tooooo, cause he needa meet his dad. Haha, after that, went homeeeeee, :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`230909, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Had History Test after schoooooool. And then went to the canteen with L'ove, because he needed to do some stuff for NCDCC UG day. Waited for a few minutes, haha. Cause he was rushing them to go with me, :D Then we went to our favourite place again^^v. Haaaaahs, after that, left at around 1740 hours again. His dad was fetching himmmmmm. So I had to walk alone, sadlyyyyyyy. Cabbed home, had to pay extra cause the uncle went the longggg way. Ugh, but never mind. Hahas. Had an awesome dayyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`240909, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Argued with L'ove about something stupid last night. Then it dragged till morninggg. Was actually okay already, but then L'ove got unluckyyyyy. Got scolded and needed to do punishments and stufffff. He got so pissed off and started being so angry. Kinda scary. Total, all in all, it was a lousy day. TOTAL. Anyway, I cheered him up after school, haaaaaahs, he's so cute. He laughed, and its like, WOW.Hahas, and then I went for training, while he went for UG day. Then something happened after that again, kinda disappointed, and guilty. Lousy and stupid day. But everything's resolved, so yeahhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;`250909, Fridayyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Awwwwwwww, I love Fridayyyyyys :D That's when I get the fun most of the time with L'ove, :D Hahas, after school, waited for L'ove to settle some stufffff, and then went to his houseeeee. Played around and stuff for about three hours ! Haha, its closed stuff, not supposed to shareeeeeee, :D Heeeees, and then L'ove went to do his summary. I tried to studyyyyyy. Studied for awhile, then started playing with Justin. Haha, he so funnyyyyyy, :D Then we three started playinggggggggg. Haha, in the room, you know ! Then L'ove tried to continue doing his work, while me and Justin started doing all kinds of silly stuff. He was wrecking my phones and sending all kinds of songggggs. Praising and commenting, good ayeeeeeeee^^v. Haha, then after that we on the com and watched videos. From L'ove's email. So cooooooooool. Heeeeeees, then I was so tired, was gonna fall asleep. Then later L'ove told me to go rest, and when I didn't want, he sort of tried to carry me, haha. But I walked after that. Then I lied on the bed, and man, realised I was super tired. Slept, drifted in and out of sleep in L'ove's arms, xD Hahas, he so gooood, accompany me and watch me while I slept. And then I did something super embarrassinggggg ! I didn't know, till L'ove told me after I woke up! Haha, then something super funny happened xD Heeeeeeeeeees, its between L'ove and me only kay ! Hahas. Then we left at 1900 hours plus. He had to go help out with some stuff. Cabbed home again, the driver didn't know how to drive. End up alighted at one bus-stop with a super ex fee. Not enough money, but he was kind to let it go. Then called Dad to fetch me, was super tired and late already. Haaaaaaaaaaahs, after that, went homeeeee, :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Today ! Went for tuition just nowwwwwwww. Pretty slackinggggg. Asked Benny about sets, and then he explained. Haaaaaaahs, then Beng came in and interrupted and stufffffff. Then we all started talking about sex. Don't know why, but it was a random topic. After that, did some workkkk, not much, pretty slacking, like I said. Then talked about the future, haha. Funny. Then went homeeeeeee. Came home, read the news. And started to post. This is continued post. I've already had dinnerrrrr. Haha, kay. Shall end off here nowwwwwww. Needa start bathing and studying huh. Ayeeeeeeeeeeeee people, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3518905596435403670-983990155582781431?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/983990155582781431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=983990155582781431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/983990155582781431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/983990155582781431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-close-dont-go.html' title='Stay close, don&apos;t go.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-8012846885750097532</id><published>2009-09-26T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:33:20.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We got hitched last night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm finally done with my new blogskin. Ugh, its so hard to do, in a way. Had to change tagboard, because I forgot the previous user account's details and secondly, because it doesn't fit. I have officially wasted about half hour on the skin nowwwwww. I'm supposed to be studyingggggg. Gonna have tuition later on tooooooo, tired. Alright, I shall post a proper post, when I have time. I shall currently, go fill my empty stomach, and start on the big pile of work, waiting for me to finish up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S./ I miss youuuuuu, B.^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3518905596435403670-8012846885750097532?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/8012846885750097532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=8012846885750097532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8012846885750097532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/8012846885750097532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-got-hitched-last-night.html' title='We got hitched last night.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-5965392043140963536</id><published>2009-09-21T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:35:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you light up the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Love starts with a kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and ends with a smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Heyyyyyyyy people! :D Sorryyyyyyy for not posting yesterday, or something. Was busyyyyyyyy studyingggggggg, and! Went out tooooooo. Anyway, Its Monday! The last day of the long weekend. Gonna go back to school tomorrow, with the pile of stress examinations building up in your heart and your shoulders, and your parents would be telling you to quit playing, and start studying. But sadly, my parents don't. Haha, they instead, when they see us studying for more then two hours, they'd be like, WOW. And then they'd come over and praise us and give us a heart and ask us to stop studying and go watch some movie or playyyyyy. HAHA, awesomeeeeee aye. Alrights, anyway, I shall post about my weekend. No pictures, so sorry peeeeeps. I'm lazyyyyy to uploda them onto the computer and then start uploading them to post. Perhaps after the examinations, which is a longggggggg time. Like I said, I'm a procrastinator, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`190909, Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Was in a bad mood. Because L'ove and I were quarrelling about the thing that we quarelled from the previous quarrel. Okayyyyy, but nevermind, its over and done with nowwwww^^v. Haha, he's melting my heart againnnnnn, awwwwwww. He's so sweeeeeeet, :D Anyway, almost forgot I had tuition till Benny messaged me. And then luckily, still had time to eat lunchhhhhh. Then mum fetched me there, as she wanted to shoppppp, so yeahhhh. Had another Math Test, didn't finish the paper, as usual. Cause I was asking Benny to go through, and he did, :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;After tuition, Dad came to fetch me and then we went to fetch Kenny from his friend's house. He was studying, you seeeee. Then we talked alotttttt. Haha, so funnyyyyyy. Dad was practically trying to make a joke out of everything. Then, for the rest of the dayyyy, studiedddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`200909, Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Woke uppppp early in the morninggggg. Oh yes, Selamat Hari Raya to all our Muslims friends, :D Anywayyyyyy, then studieddddddd for three hours. Can you believe it? Then after that went to shower, and started reading Twilight the sequel all over againnnnnnn. And then after that, did some assignments on the assessment books. And went for lunchhhhh. Dad was calling all morning, telling us he lost his wallet, and asking us to find it for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bet that he didn't bring and it was still locked in his locker, and then he was like no! I took it out alreadyyyyy. Haha, then me and kenny didn't even help him find. And Fiona was the only one. And when mum came back to check, it was in the locker. He forgot to bringgggg. And then after that, when we went for lunch, he teased me about not caring about him and not finding his wallet just to simply piss me off. Hahas, but I didn't give innnnnn, :D Ate chocolateeeeee, was craving for alot moreeee. But Kenny was saying what, later I grow fattttt. When I'm not eve afraid of growing fatttttttt. I already eat 10 plates of crab for buffet once, and 5 bowls of rice for dinner once. And I don't seem to grow even 1kg of fat. Cooooooool huh. Haha, I love myself ! :D Next time must drag L'ove to go eat buffet with meeeeee, :D Heeeeeeeeeees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;At night, went to The Centrepoint as mum wanted to spend away her $100 voucher. In the end, we spent $172 bucks and above^^v. But mum bought mostly her stufff, but I gained tooooo, :D Haaaaaaaaaaahs. Dad and I were going crazy at the shopping mallllll. Haha, he was playing so much ! HAHA, and mum was standing behind us then, cause Dad and I were walking with my arm hooked around his, and then we were talking and laughing so loud, with me hitting him from time to time. Haha, then mum was like, Wah, you two like crazyyyyyy one. Haha, then Fiona got jealous, and started coming in betweeeen. Which ended up with us quarrelling. Heeeeeeees, :D And its my fault in the endddddd. Psssssssht. Ayeeeeeee, that's all for the day, :D Oh yeahhhhh, I saw a cute cute pig which is a piggy bank at Centrepoint! :D Mannnn, its SUPER SUPER CUTE!! :D And it has Little Princess written on it^^v. Awwwwwwwww, I want to buyyyyyy. But I'm brokeeeee, nehhhhhhhhhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Okays, I shall probably end here. Going out today with Crystal's family for another buffet^^v. We just ate like last week, or last last week you know. Haha, alrights, I wanna chat with L'ove alreadyyyyyy. Till here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;P.S./ I love you B, ^^v. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &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/3518905596435403670-5965392043140963536?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/5965392043140963536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=5965392043140963536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5965392043140963536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/5965392043140963536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-you-light-up-sky.html' title='Baby, you light up the sky.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-7003213709981756791</id><published>2009-09-19T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:26:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliched words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, you light up the sky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Okayyyyyyyy, its another Saturdayyyyy. Its 1056 hours into the morning now. I figure I've got no time to post the pictures that I said I'd post about a week ago. I haven't even uploaded them yet. I don't know if I even have the time to, so yeahhhhhhhhh. Exams are drawing so near, and there's limited time to study already. Yet, I'm spending one hour of my time now in front of the laptop, typing away at a blog. Oh yes, which reminds me that I need a new blogskin. This one's expireddddddddd, literally. Okay, so let's get this done with. I shall post a proper post about this whole week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`140909, Monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Missed L'ove alot alot, was practically messaging with him the whole night past midnight on Sunday. Haaaaaaaaaaahs, and he kept tempting me with all his sweet talks, :D School was managable, I guess, after all, L'ove was there. And we had 'limited time' together, as he was going to go to Malaysia at 1500 hours in the afternoon, which meant that there was only an extra half an hour to spend with him. Chatted and played alot. Was trying to 'guilt' L'ove into leaving me alone for the whole day, haaaaaaaahs, but yeahhhhhh. Anyway, after school, stayed back in class with L'ove and folded roses, :D He likes them kayyyyyyyyyyy! Haaaaaahs, he's so cute. And after that, he had to goooooo, so walked him down. His dad was already in the car waiting, along with Justin. Anyhoo, I walked out of the school after that, and went to find Yuheng and the others. Went to KFC, and they were all there. Haaaaaaaahs, they all haven't eat yet, waiting for me, so gooood yeahs, :D Justin, ZiChang, HanLi, Dexter, Marcus, ShiHau, YuHeng and Sihui were all there. Haaaaaaaaahs, then ate, and played and stufffffff. Went to Macs for the toilet, cause I needed it. And then bought chocolate. Everyone got so horny larhs, haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`150909, Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Was superrrrrrrr tired todayyyyyyyyyy. Went to L'ove's house, I think. I'm mixing up days so yeahhhhhhhh. I can't really remember, so if the settings are under the wrong dates, I'm sorrrrrrrryyyy. Anyway, then we talked about all sorts of sweeeeeet stuff. Haaaaaaaahs, my heart was melting again. L'ove never fails to let my heart melt everytimeeeeee, :D Heeeeeeees^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`160909, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;L'ove had to go for NCDCC, History Heritage thingyyyyy. Gave him the oh so late 18th month anniversary presents today. Haaaaaaaaahs, he was happyyyyy. He liked the roses,^^v. Anyway, spent some time with Lesmin today. Tried to study, but couldn't. Before that, went to Macs with her to eat. Saw Justin,HanLi, Sihui,Yuheng,ShiHau, Dexter,Marcus,Dylan,ZiChang on the way. We all headed to Macs and ate together. ShiLi came afterwards. Looks like she and ShiHau's having some problems. So yeahhhhhhhh, went back to school afterwards, did History NPPA, while waiting for L'ove. Folded roses again, and tried to increase them till the paper bag was full of them to surprise L'ove. Haaaaaaaaaahs, Lesmin then went home at 1700 hours, and I was alone. Folded roses and listened to songs while waiting for L'ove. He messaged me afterwards, and then chatted with me for awhile. And then he came back, :D And then he 'scolded' me for folding more, as my fingers were hurting. Heeeees, and then I went to change out of my uniform, and we left schoooooool. Walked with Rizan, as he was alone, and then L'ove and I decided to go to our favourite hide-out. So yeahhhhhhhhh, and halfway, it started to rain. The rain was super super bigggg! We walked in the rain, and finally reached there. We both looked like we just had a bath man. Haaaaaaaaaahs, and then after that...I shall not elaborate, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`170909,Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Had an argument with L'ove. Was feeling super super screwed upppppppp. Anyways, we didn't talk to each other for almost the whole day. Sigh, my own heart was killing me. Teared up in class, when the relief teacher came in, but no one knew, as I was lying my head on the table, and I think I looked like I was asleep. Did English NPPA after school with Justin and Mistika. L'ove had a meeting, so he went for it first. And then, we kept recording and recording. Kept making mistakes. Zuhri came then, and was being impatient while waiting for Mistika. He kept complaining under his breath. And then, we were finally done and I went for training. L'ove went home, so yeahhhhhhhhh. And during training, I was feeling down. But I was trying to kill the sadness, so I just kept running and making myself as tired as possible. Then I complained to Nabila,Atikah and Hannah that I missed L'ove. And then on the court, I was like saying his name. Didn't know why I did that, but yeahhhhhhhh. I seriously, did miss him. And then they started to try to cheer me up. Almost teared up again, but didn't. Then, the ex-seniors who have graduated came back and played with us court games. Man, they were so tall! Then,I played GA, and Sabrina played WA, and then she was like, you wanna go Ben or Jethro? Ben was right, Jethro was left. So, i was like, haha. And then we kept playing like that, and beat them with 11-5 for the first quarter cause we had Sze Ling to help us block the other side^^v. And then lost the following quarters. After training, went home with Bila. Sham,Haziq,Ali and Rizan waited for us to end training. Then they all walked to the interchange, while me and Bila took bus from the bus-stop. Lazyyyyyyy to walk. Talked to L'ove on the phone halfway home. Sort of made up, I guesss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;`180909, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Made up with L'ove, finally. I don't think I could take another day. And I know the reason why he was sad/angry at me. I'm sorry L'ove. Anyway, after school, went off with L'ove to our favourite hide-out again^^v. Heeeeeeees, and then we chatted and stuffffff. Shall not elaborate. Then it started to rain, and it was so dark. We got stuck there then, and L'ove couldn't go back for his CCA, cause the rain was huge again. Then when it sort of subsided, we walked back. Was drenched when we reached school again, haaaaaaaaaahs. L'ove went for his CCA, while I spent time with Atikah, Bila, Rasyid and Haziq. They are so funnyyyyyyyy. And then we chatted and stuff after that, and played ball. Shooting, and then Rasyid was like a coach, trying to distract Atikah and me while were trying to shoot. Haaaaaaaahs, so hilarious larhs. And then, L'ove was doneeeee, and he was having a packet of Rufflesssss! I wanted to eat, and it was Sour Cream and Onion, my favourite. Haaaaaaahs, after that, we walked to the interchange. And L'ove had his smug face again, awwwwww. He's so cute. Walked slowly, and then finally reached. Heeeeeeees, after that, took bus with Rasyid, and we were laughing like crazy. No idea for what. Haaaaaaaahs, that's all for the weeeeeeeeek.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ayeeeeeee, its 1125 hours now. I shall go offffffff. I shall go chat with L'ove if he is available^^v. Till here then, :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&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/3518905596435403670-7003213709981756791?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/7003213709981756791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=7003213709981756791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7003213709981756791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/7003213709981756791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/cliched-words.html' title='Cliched words.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2459768972789579602</id><published>2009-09-13T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:14:15.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ends right here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm not gonna say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I should have been there.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Why Chocolate is better than sex :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can GET chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. 'If you love me, you'll swallow that' has real meaning with chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4. You can safely have chocolate while you are driving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5. You can make chocolate last as long as you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6. You can have chocolate even in front of your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7. If you bite the nuts too hard the chocolate won't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;8. Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;9. The word 'commitment' doesn't scare off chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10. You can have chocolate on top of your workbench/desk during working hours without upsetting your co-workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;11. You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12. You don't get hairs in your mouth with chocolate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;13. With chocolate, there's no need to fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;14. Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;15. You can have chocolate at any time of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;16. Good chocolate is easy to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;17. You can have as many kinds of chocolates as you can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;18. You are never too young or too old for chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;19. You can fondle chocolates in a supermarket...and you know how firm it is before you take it home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;20. A chocolate always respects you in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;21. You can go to the movies with a chocolate...and see a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;22. You can have as many chocolates as you can handle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;23. Chocolates stay hard for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;24. When you have chocolate, it does not keep your neighbours awake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;25. With chocolate size doesn't matter; its always good !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Haha, I found the above joke funnyyyyyyy. Got it from Benny. Actually, I kinda snugged it out of his file when he didn't realise, because he didn't wanna photocopy one for me. Okay, anyway, I've got alot of things to post about. Firstly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Belated Anniversary to ShiLi &amp;amp; ShiHau. {040909}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Belated Anniversary to Crystal &amp;amp; Hakim. { 070909}.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Belated Anniversary to Rasyid &amp;amp; Alyssa. {100909}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Belated Anniversary to Shamsul &amp;amp; Yani. {120909}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Belated Anniversary to Elena &amp;amp; her love. {120909}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to Nabila &amp;amp; Syafiqin. {130909}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Last longggggg ayeeeee people, :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, so I'm done with the above. And now, I have loads of pictures to post. As I promised last time. But I don't think I'll have time for that, and the laptop went for repair, so perhaps another time,peeeeeps, :D. Okay, I shall post about yesterday, as it was a big big day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;120909, Saturday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Had tuition in the afternooooon, normal routine. Reached there, had a Math test, which Benny apparently told us just one hour before the tuition through messaging. Anyway, didn't had a calculator, so had to lent from RuiSheng. Okay, and then was feeling super moody the whole day, and Benny wasn't helping either, with his sacarstic remarks which were meant to be jokes. Anyway, I disturbed him till he agreed to go through the paper, and so yeahhhhhhh. Had break later on, snuck in fries from Macs into the centre. ZhiMin was running all the way in like some crazy guy. And then we started eating and talking about JCs and Polytecnics and stuffffff. We could actually go home already, as it was time, but yeah. We just sat there and continue talking till it was past 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;After that, Mum called. And we went home with Dad, he came to fetch us. Got home, changed and bunk-ed out again. Went to Changi Airport's Terminal 3 to eat buffet and also to send Jasmine off to her flight. She's going to Amsterdam to studyyyyyyyy, :D. The buffet was delicious, haha. And the toilet was nicer ! Camwhored like crazy with Crystal. And she made me laugh and stuff, because I was moody. L'ove wasn't with me the whole day, so yeahhhhh. Figures. And yeah, took like a thousand pictures before we could leave the toilet. The toilet's like a walk-in wardrobe yeahs. Anyhooooo, went to send Jasmine off after that. Before that, we had family bonding, and it was like so sweet. We were talking about the future and stuffffff, that got me thinking alot. After that, at around 2025 hours, we set off from the airport. Reached home in about twenty minutes, cool ehs. Dad was speeding like he own-ed the road. Seriously, his driving's awesome, :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Reached home, bunk-ed. Stared at my phone for about twenty minutes, before I could agree to put it down and go to bed, unwillingly. Couldn't sleep at first, was thinking bout a ton loads of things, which got me a headache. In the end, settled on some memories that lingered in my head, and that was sweet, and I finally slept. Woke up at 0600 hours in the morning, went to the toilet. Was pissed, as my sleep was disrupted. Checked phone, and there was messages from L'ove. He was apologising alot for leaving me alone for the whole day. After that, couldn't sleep and thought of waking up. But I must have been crazy to, so went back to sleep again. Woke up at 0930 hours in the morning, and wanted to continue sleeping, but i couldn't, so yeahhhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Studied the whole day, F&amp;amp;N mostly. Its frustrating, really. To get things like F&amp;amp;N into your head when you're thinking about revising other subjects. Okayyyyyy, I know my posting's abit offffff today, but yeahhhhhhh. I'm not exactly in the greatest of my mood. Haaaaaaaaaahs, everything about everyone's getting me, and I don't know why. And I still don't like _________ . I'm sorry, I tried, but I can't. So, yeahhhhhhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Aites, I shall go offfffff now. Dinner's readyyyyyyyyyyyy. And I'm missing L'ove^^v. Ayeeeeeee, till here then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;P.S./ I made a decision, :D. You'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&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/3518905596435403670-2459768972789579602?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/2459768972789579602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=2459768972789579602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2459768972789579602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/2459768972789579602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-ends-right-here.html' title='This ends right here.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3965366308345168224</id><published>2009-09-12T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:57:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Given one chance,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Its a moment of weakness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm feeling...lost, terribly lost. I don't know what to do yeah.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how my brain is working. How all these stupid things are affecting me in the way that I don't want them to. And somehow, I have to perservere. And everytime I have the motivation to perservere on, something would come drag me down all the way again. And its so hard to just stand up and have the motivation to go on again. Do you know how hard it is to resemble my thoughts and my feelings once again, and then perservere on again? How I'm trying to control my tears and myself from breaking down? How I'm trying to be strong? Sigh...Never mind this now. Its out of your reach anyway, so yeah. Like I said, Love's always a battlefield. But its kind of stupid, yeah. Ugh, THIS is killing me. I'm not going to think, to care anymore. Not a single thought, I'm not going to care. So, to hell with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Its 0933 hours. Woke up at about an hour ago, couldn't sleep. Was hurting in my head for thinking too much. And my heart was sort of tight. Can't find L'ove for any cure now, as he has his own problems to solve. Chatted with L'ove last night, till about 12 midnight. It was kind of nice. We were both tempting each other, haaaaaaaahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Its Saturday. And I'm gonna have tuition later on. Don't know how I'm gonna pull through it by putting on a smile and face those guys who never fails to make me laugh till I drop. Sigh, but I don't think I'll need to fake it, they'll probably see through either way. Ugh, whatever it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Went swimming on Wednesday with Dad, swam 7 laps. Kind of coooolingggg. Dad and I were standing in the pool then, looking around. And dad was being a pervert, attempting to piss me off by telling me which girls had big boobs. Haha, but it didn't work. Okay, the pissing me off is a inside joke, so if you don't get it, its okayyyyyyyy. Then we saw this girl in red bikini running outside the pool. And then she went in to swim. She looked quite pretty, but dad said she's not. She was with this guy, and they swam for like a few minutes and they went to the other end of the pool to stand and talk. And they were...making out I guess. Haha, and Dad was like, okay, he never really took notice. He claims he's too busy swimming. He swam about 8 or 10 laps man, so fast. I couldn't avoid the couple mentioned above, as they were standing in the lane I was swimming. We were in the deep pool, of course. And then something pervertic happened. I was standing beside them, a few metres in between, catching my breath. And then the girl suddenly laughed and held her hands to her chest. Okay, and then she said so loudly that she's lucky no one saw that. And then she was like asking her boyfriend if he pulled it or something. Haha. And I couldn't stand it and immediately swam offffffff, :D. Haha, typical people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Okay, sorrry, that was random. I had to find something to do and something to keep my mind off things. And that worked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Studied the whole day yesterday again. Early in the morning, woke up and studied. And then slacked awhile and watched movie while I had lunch. And after that, read the newspapers and studied again. Was using the mahjong table and sat right in the middle of the living room under the light and studied. After about one and a half hour of studying, me and Fiona started growing restless. So we rest, and started camwhoring like mad. And Kenny came out to see the commotion due to shrieks and laughter, and then Kelvin too. He was going out, so yeahhhhhh. And after that, finished up our work ,and then we played mahjongggggg, :D. Heeeees, played with Kenneth and Fiona. I was like winning most of the games^^v. Haha, and then mum helped Fiona, and so yeah. Kenny came out to play a few games or so too. We played till dinner time, and yeah. After dinner, studied again. Felt like my brain could explode anytime. And I still haven't started on F&amp;amp;N yet. I'm a procrastinator, :D. Haaaaaaaaaaahs, probably starting later tonight or so. Oh yeahhhhhhhh, maybe gonna eat buffet later tonight tooooooooooo! ^^v.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I miss L'ove. Okay, that was random too. He was trying to tempt me yesterdayyyyy. Haha, and yeahhhhh. I'm sorry for making you sad. But you're cheer-ed up already, byyyyyyy me,:D. Haaaaaaahs, I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Alrights, I shall end off here. Kenny's awake already. So I shall probably start studying with him toooooo, :D. He has his A-levels prelims coming on Monday, :D. Awesomeeeee. Haha, till here then^^v.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std"&gt;P.S./ I need you right here. &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/3518905596435403670-3965366308345168224?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3965366308345168224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3965366308345168224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3965366308345168224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3965366308345168224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-in-everything.html' title='Lost in everything.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-674395088702623581</id><published>2009-09-11T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:25:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your smile is all it takes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The single thought of you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; can leave the rest of the world behind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;1215 hours, Friday. Another week's coming to an end already. And on Monday, we'll all be back to school to sit at out desks and prepare for the upcoming examinations. Oh yes, there's F&amp;amp;N theory exam on Monday. I haven't started yet, sigh. Been revising the rest of the other subjects alot this week. Studying so hard. I wanna improve my results and get higher results. Higher then 6As are now my goals^^v. Heees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Made up with Dad. Like I said, I jumped into his lap and just hugged him an apologised. He hugged me back and started telling me to stop making things so difficult for him. Because, well, mum's been temperamental these days, so yeah. And after that, mum started scolding me after she showered finished. Sigh. The kids are always in the wrong, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm currently feeling down. Mood swings are getting me now, I guess. I need L'ove, but I think he's somehow busy. And I just read something yesterday that made me fume up so much... But maybe its just my thinking. But I don't know. Man, I hate ______ so much. Seriously, alot. You forced me into this okay. I'm not gonna say anything furthur now. Or even do anything. I'm just going to perservere. But don't push my limits, because, my patience is running thin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm hungryyyyyyyyyy. I shall go off to the kitchen and snatch up some foooood. Eating spaghetti for lunch, :D. And I'll probably cuddle up on the couch and watch movies while eating. Its raining, I love this weatherrrrrr, :D. Silent, peaceful and cooling. Aites, till here then^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pn_std" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;P.S./ I'll stop trying now. I don't like you. I won't try to even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&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/3518905596435403670-674395088702623581?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/674395088702623581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=674395088702623581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/674395088702623581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/674395088702623581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-smile-is-all-it-takes.html' title='Your smile is all it takes.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-3078811782318084879</id><published>2009-09-10T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:57:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me like you did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;I don't like you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I don't think I'll ever do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Dad's not talking to me. Figures, seeing that I should have pissed him off pretty badly today. Sigh, another burden added to my heart. And its so unlike him to give me a cold shoulder. I must have really hurt him pretty badly with my words today. Wrong choice of words, why do I always have a picky/stupid mouth? Then again, this is another mess I didn't plan. I admit, that I was a little harsh today, but I couldn't help it. My temper was flaring up with his unreasonable actions, and well yeah. Ugh, this screws everything up. Ire prematurely. This feels so wrong. I just feel like jumping into his lap and hugging him and saying that I'm sorry for all I've done today. I didn't mean to say...my feelings at him. He's...vulnerable. Like me, he gets hurt easily. But I hate to see that frown between his eyebrows, that smile wiped off his face. I hate to see him worrying about me so much. I'm sorry, but I do know that he cares alot for me. But he's being...a little overprotective. Mum always tells me that he's worrying about me all the time, and I can't do anything to cease that feeling, can I ?... Sigh. I've been trying very hard to show that, I do know how to take care of myself. Its not like, the moment I step out of the doorstep, I'll get kidnapped or raped, do I ? That thinking's kinda...off. Ugh, this is killing me. I hurt too. He told me once not to hurt him. But he doesn't THINK. If I DO actually hurt him, won't I be hurting myself first ? Won't I have this guilt or sadness tugging at my heart ? Life gets so hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I spent the early hours in the morning crying my heart out. I just lied there in bed, with tears streaming down my eyes because of Dad and some other stuff.. We argued, over some pretty minor stuff that I don't think we should have. But we're both stubborn people, with stubborn brains, and no one would give in, so there you have it. I have realised that I was wrong in throwing my temper at him. Just because he's concerned at me. But I can't take it anymore. I've been trying very hard to control and simmer down my temper, anger, whichever it is. But I can't. That's the problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Spent the early afternoon with L'ove. Spent $10 just to see him...for twenty minutes? Cabbed from house to there, and I'm officially broke again. Met him at his house, and he and his brother were watching Heroes. Haaaaaaahs, it was so funny. They were like kids yeah. And then, I went to play with the pig that I bought for L'ove, its so adorable. And L'ove was trying to hide from me the fact that he didn't forget to take her out of the cupboard. He has to hide it because of personal reason I shan't say, :D. Anyhooooo, we named the pigs, :D. Heees, he has two. So we want them to become our kids. So the other pig, which resembles a guy, is called Benji. The one I bought is called Flora^^v. Heees, awesomeeeeeee. Anyway, we left the house at one. Spent about a minute playing with his brother, asking him to say bye. Haaaaaaahs, he's so funny^^. Then I walked with L'ove to his tuition centre. We spent the time walking there, discussing/debating about the History SPQ worksheet, about the differences between Sources C &amp;amp; D. Haha, he's so cute. He doesn't wanna admit that I'm correct, =P . Then when we were reaching, he suddenly started saying all those sweet stuffs and all. Awwwwwwwwww, I was melting again, hahs, :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;After that, I went back to Kembangan to go to Godmother's house. She's still as pretty as ever^^. Though I feel kind of guilty of just meeting her for about 20 minutes before I have to leave for training again. Saw Shawn, he's as cuteeeee as ever. Haaaaaaahs. And Darren's getting more and more tan. Anyhooooo, went back to school for training after that. Argued with Dad on the phone again. Because of some dinner thing at Godmother's house. Ugh, heart kind of tearing. Resisted the urge of crying. Bunk-ed, head rushhhhhhh. Training was...okay, I guess. Well, I can't say its tough or anything, considering that the others had to fast, and I didn't. So yeahhhhh. Was super tiring and my leg was bleeding, and hurting like hell, so yeahhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;After training, went to Bedok Macs. Man, rushed there like helllllll. Legs were almost cramping. Sat down, and waited for L'ove. He was in the toilet, and suddenly appeared behind me and placed a Urban Write plastic bag in front of me. Haaaaaahs, then I passed him his History book, and we went to our favourite happy place to hang out again^^v. He was so cute. After around 1855 hours, we started walking back to Bedok int. We got carried away, and he was late. And so was I. He spent the time walking back to Bedok Central, telling me how he was missing me every second and all those sweet stuffs. Awwwwwwwwww, haha. After that, he cabbed back, while I bus-ed. Reached home, was super tired. My legs were killing me then of too much running and rush-walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Alrights, I shall end off here now. Its almost 2200 hours and mum will start nagging again if I used the laptop for too longgggg. Shall go find something to kill time now. And probably...think of a way to apologise to Dad. I would probably just jump into his laps or something of the sort. Sigh. Life's a climb, but the view's great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;♥,xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;P.S/ Cause I need you like a heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&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/3518905596435403670-3078811782318084879?l=thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/feeds/3078811782318084879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3518905596435403670&amp;postID=3078811782318084879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3078811782318084879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3518905596435403670/posts/default/3078811782318084879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsim-plekiss.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-me-like-you-did.html' title='Kiss me like you did.'/><author><name>DherGurL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16067380742932156826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kZz4FdErfRE/Td70aZlEgFI/AAAAAAAABEM/edviZg6aTbc/s220/P3270641.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3518905596435403670.post-2986791019253356808</id><published>2009-09-09T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:17:28.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrisistible Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The smiles, the flowers,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; everything right here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Its 1000 hours on a Wednesday morning. Half of the week's already gone. Time flies so fast, before you know it, the September holidays are gone and everyone would be busy mugging for the exams and waiting in anticipation for their results after that hoping that it would be something good so that they could get praised and make their parents proud. And they might even get presents as a result to their good grades. And later on, everyone would be making plans for the holiday, and another year passes and everyone goes up to a new level. Sorry, I'm being random, but yeahhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Woke up at 0645 hours in the early hours of the morning just to bring Fiona to schooooool. Sleeping time's disrupted man. Dang it. Reached the market at 0800 hours. Hung around till 0830 hours and walked Fiona to school. After that went to collect the newspapers for mum and bus-ed home. Super sleepyyyyyy, kept myself awake by reading the newspapers. Reached home and decided to post, as its an inapproporiate time to sleeep. Kenny's still not awake yet, lucky ass. He should have been the one who brought Fiona to school man. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I shall post a proper post about this week. Its like I never said any spicy events yet. Alrights, so as I said, on Monday, went to eat buffet with Crystal's family at Plaza. The food are nice, but there were very little food to choose from. Anyhooo, Charlene had her hair cut. Bangs, awwwwww. She looked so cute and much much younger :D Haaaaaaaahs, anyhooooo, chatted and camwhored with Crystal again. Its been so long since we've did that. Oh yes, HAPPY BELATED 7th Month ANNIVERSARY Crystal ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;♥ Last long yeahhhhhhhhhs. Heeeees :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so yeahhhhhh. Then I made a bet with Oxford. That is, that if he passes all his subjects for his PSLE, he's gonna get $30 from me. And he turned me down. He wouldn't even try man, sheeeeesh. Never mind, he will regret, seriously. If he doesn't start studying harder. Anyhooo, Jasmine's flying off to study sooon, I think. So yeahhhh. Bon Voyage^^v.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so Tuesday, which was yesterday. Went to meet L'ove. Shall not elaborate much :D Enclosed information. Had funnnnnn though :D Heeeeeees, he cooked for me again, awwwww^^v. Okay, so yeah. Did nothing much after I bunk-ed home. Was tiringgggggg. Chatted with L'ove on the phone for awhile at night, and then went to slack in the room with Kenny and Fiona :DDD Had a fun time, Kenny was playing games on Facebook, with Fiona trying to make him fail to win, Haha. And I was folding roses of course. Sigh, Kenny used up all the red and pink papers for his roses. And now, I'm left with all the funny colours yeah. I'll think of something else, perhaps.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ugh, Its still so early, and I don't feel like doing anythinggggggg ! Okays, I'm gonna post this interesting thing I found in my document in the computer ^^v. Been saving it since...three years ago or something I think ? I don't know. Haaaaaaaahs, since I'm bored now, I shall do it then :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoyyyyyyyy, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;( 50 most romantic things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;{ About your guy. }&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Watch the sunset together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;We tried, but failed. Was facing the wrong direction, and it was too cloudy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;2. Whispered to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Yeapppppp :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3. Cook for each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Heeeeeeees, L'ove's cooked for me, :DD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;4. Walk in the rain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Yeahhhhhhhhh, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;5. Hold hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Yeah-huh, ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;6. Buy gifts for each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Thats one of the reasons why I'm currently broke, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;7. Roses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Yeahhhhhhh, :D . For Valentine's Day. Another one's in progress, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;8. Find out their favourite cologne/ perfume and wear it everytime you're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Nahhs, we'll just snatch it from each other and spray it all over ourselves, xD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;9. Go for a long walk down at the beach at midnight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Parents will kill both of us first at midnight, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;10. Write poetry for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yeahhhhh, I did. L'ove didn't, :D &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Absolutely agreed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;12. Say I love you, only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sure Sure, umpteen of times :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/ candy/ letters.etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Haaaaaaaaahs, that's what we always do ^^v.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;14. Tell her that she's the only girl you ever want, don't lie !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Heeeeees, about this. I think so, xD . He did say...^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;15. Spend every second possible together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Yeahhhhhh. But not when we need the toilet :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;16. Look into each other's eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;^^v. Heeeeees, and electricity always sparks offfff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look her into your eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Privateeeeeeeeeeeeee, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Haaaaaaaaaahs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm not too sure about that xD Considering someone's so famous... HAHA xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when they're not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Doneeeeeeeeee^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;20. Buy her a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tickkkkkkkkkkkk ^^v.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;21. Sing to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Speaking of which... L'ove, you stil owe me a song, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/ sides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Tickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Haaaaaaaahs, meaning ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;24. Spaghetti, (Ever seen Lady and Tramp?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Mageeeeee Mee, then yes, xD .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Privateeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;26. Dance together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Definitely :D Twirl and twist, heeeeees. The Waltz ^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;27. I I love the way she looks right after she's fallen asleep with her head&amp;nbsp; in my lap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;l don't know about this, :D .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; Yupppppppppppppp ^^v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&
