<?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-3239103713348846572</id><updated>2011-12-14T00:00:36.153+08:00</updated><category term='Picture of The Day'/><title type='text'>Love gives you courage, being loved gives you strength.......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7346658455010149575</id><published>2011-12-07T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T01:44:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2011 is almost nearing the end and its getting busier due to term test/projects. school's been fine, not great. house's been bad but fine. my dad kinda became more lenient i guess. hopefully im right. sisters have always been the same, nv changing their behavior. sad to say my mum and dad quarrelled and my mum left house. currently she renting a home outside and my sisters are forking out cash to pay for her. complicated background both my parents have and its really shocking to hear what my dad spoke of her. but in any case this feeling feels like shit. it doesnt feel like a family. i have my mum secretly coming back just to see me and at the same time trying to avoid him by leaving b4 he returns home from work. it just feels shitty. i feel parents who get a divorce live life better(i feel). but sure a divorce is definitely not the solution but staying separated like this is also not the solution. and who gets the shit when parents quarrel? the kids. i don really give a damn about why they're quarrelling but to the extent of my mum leaving house so suddenly it just dont feel right. every time when im out, i see happy families together having family outings, family fun. i see dads playing games with their kids and spending so much time with them accompanying them do what they like. but it seems like for me i am accompanying my dad do what he likes. i feel happy for those kids and just upset that i dont have a family half as good as that. everyday i'll try to make myself happy, keep things to myself, sharing to my close frens to see what advices they have for me but really no one knows how you feel unless you've really been through it. i find loads of distractions to make me laugh and forget my troubles. in secondary school everyday in school with frens simply made my day. i dont mind staying in school for the whole day and returning home just to sleep. now i've graduated and entered poly. sure you have frens but how many of them actually are close to you and how many new frens actually brings joy to you.  still this cannot be changed and you must live life through it. its nt easy and thats why im trying to find a  few good pals in poly to hang out with chillax joke but everyone seems to be on a different frequency so how to make frens with them? nt trying to say i choose my frens but its really hard to get along if you dont really have anything in common. in poly you have all sorts of ppl. ppl trying to be cool, hardworking ppl, the funny ppl, and of cos the nerds. but whichever group they're from as long as you click together well, its fine. we are all different individuals we dont have to copy one another or try to become you. just be yourself. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one really knows your life story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just be strong and live life as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7346658455010149575?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7346658455010149575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7346658455010149575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7346658455010149575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7346658455010149575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-is-almost-nearing-end-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1573384960014039727</id><published>2011-11-12T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T18:01:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;9th November 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In memory of my buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;You will always be in our hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;R.I.P Toh Jia Wei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1573384960014039727?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1573384960014039727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1573384960014039727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1573384960014039727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1573384960014039727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2011/11/9th-november-2011-in-memory-of-my-buddy.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4703580205566447725</id><published>2010-05-29T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:52:22.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hmmm. . . . .does anyone still blog? or even read blogs? haha. who cares better dont read mine. i want blog today cause i feel quite emo :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i dam jealous and envious of some guys la. can get good and chio gfs so sweet together. those cherish each other de okay la, feel happy for them. but some, walao. treat like object! WTF! Just the other day went to play pool with friends then this cock bucktooth guy with a quite cute gf was playing pool. then everytime he made a shot he would mumble some crap to his gf and his gf abit like dunno how respond la. alone sit down there so sian play handphone. I know not my pasa la but really see the way he treat his gf not very good la (maybe he is idk) sometimes i also dont understand girls, willing to do such things. haiya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was just wondering when will i have a gf, hahaha!! I will surely treat you good!!!! Hopefully. I am noob in relationship you know?!?! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye don wan blog le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: i doubt anyone still reads my blog or whosoever's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4703580205566447725?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4703580205566447725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4703580205566447725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4703580205566447725'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8301274691336459837</id><published>2010-03-08T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:01:39.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( no b.day wishes from her. idk if she 4got or wat but i dont mind her wishing me a day late either. hopefully she does :X&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. . . .idk why i feel so down. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8301274691336459837?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8301274691336459837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8301274691336459837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8301274691336459837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8301274691336459837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-b.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4940033735346106551</id><published>2010-01-26T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:06:11.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel lazy updating blog O,O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4940033735346106551?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4940033735346106551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4940033735346106551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4940033735346106551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4940033735346106551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-lazy-updating-blog-oo.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2790995890290998012</id><published>2010-01-04T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:15:51.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RESULTS OUT ON 11th!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2790995890290998012?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2790995890290998012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2790995890290998012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2790995890290998012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2790995890290998012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/results-out-on-12th-eeeeeeeeeeeeeek.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4763525953890881175</id><published>2010-01-02T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:58:41.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of year 2010!! i wanna start it off good. have quite a few New Year resolution. well. . . . .firstly, i wanna be a crappier person, a lamer person or boliao person. haha, most definately most of you would think what the heck resolution is that but it has a purpose in any way. its for me to know and for you ppl to find out if u ppl even wish of knowing. hmmm secondly, i hope i can keep most emotional feelings inside instead of blogging. feel that it aint gonna do any good or change. once i've done that, the next step is be myself!! i live my life, do what i like, crack my jokes. this sentence will follow me through poly i guess. decided to start things this way cause i think the new friends im gonna make should get along with me because of who i am and not who i pretend or who i wanna be. it sort of goes the same for girls. i admit i do hold back certain remarks sometimes because of certain ppl being around. i'ld pretend nthn is wrong and just laugh to distract myself from it. but still it doesnt change the way i look at certain things. some expression are felt but not meant to be shown and if i do feel uncomfortable with certain behaviour i know there isnt much link within us. its like we dont click. its like the first look sometimes either will kan de shun yan or kan bu shun yan. of cos, never judge a book by its cover. i realised that some sia lan ppl can actually be really crappy and funny. they might even be the ones who stand by you in times of need. but i guess its still a (road) i must take b4 realising the actual real person. hopefully i dont offend anyone or make ppl change their perception of me but its a blog anyway its meant to be a place to express your feelings right? &lt;br /&gt;ends here!! nights!! HAPPY 2010 DAY ONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: will ppl celebrate valentine's day during their CNY visiting?? hmmmmmmmmmm. . .. . . ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4763525953890881175?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4763525953890881175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4763525953890881175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4763525953890881175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4763525953890881175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-year-2010-i-wanna-start-it.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8846003408767364847</id><published>2009-12-30T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:44:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever wonder why i watch naruto? some might find it lame but firstly, there is a story to it, it not some lame anime with shitty storyline. secondly, it does have certain touching part. though some part of it are exaggerated there's a msg to it. and finally it makes me laugh at certain part, its like comic relief.(lol, literature term)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8846003408767364847?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8846003408767364847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8846003408767364847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8846003408767364847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8846003408767364847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/ever-wonder-why-i-watch-naruto-some.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2464770163723216177</id><published>2009-12-27T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:34:35.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny Tobi and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyPJ9mLxJH4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyPJ9mLxJH4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/funny-tobi-and-others.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6407674790155354060</id><published>2009-12-25T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:08:55.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SzTVfaS0C8I/AAAAAAAAALI/J-wHIK2pdgI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 91px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SzTVfaS0C8I/AAAAAAAAALI/J-wHIK2pdgI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190987244440514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/10 of christmas day spent on sleeping. hmmmm, i guess it doesnt matter what day it is, life will always be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6407674790155354060?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6407674790155354060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6407674790155354060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6407674790155354060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6407674790155354060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/710-of-christmas-day-spent-on-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SzTVfaS0C8I/AAAAAAAAALI/J-wHIK2pdgI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8074960811753337227</id><published>2009-12-24T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:31:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh, decided to do some blogging after so long. thr's nthn much to blog about also. used to blog about feelings but now it seems that i've realised that some things arent gonna work out no matter how hard u try. continue trying and u either piss the person off or u end up hurting yourself. decided to let nature take its course. oh well, so den i should find some distractions right?? haha but sadly to say "distraction" came to me by itself. getting so much shite from one person after another. bullshit, bullcrap. whatever it is its something, some ppl that i must live with, live on till im old enough to have my own house, have my own say. till den, i can do nthn but to endure. &lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, k la. i dont wanna blog anymore. quite sian also. why isnt there a voice blog?? whr u speak and its recorded. typing is such a pain in the ass. its troublesome too -.-# &lt;br /&gt;i shall go draw more pictures!!!! &lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8074960811753337227?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4157641977889267381</id><published>2009-12-21T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:28:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/capoqysbgI0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/capoqysbgI0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5662780896013530510</id><published>2009-12-16T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:23:14.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isit alright to  say im sick of my dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cuz i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5662780896013530510?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5662780896013530510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8468621060523887969</id><published>2009-12-04T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:17:15.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha done with relinking, a few only xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8468621060523887969?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8468621060523887969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8468621060523887969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8468621060523887969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8468621060523887969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-done-with-relinking-few-only-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8749293108467784151</id><published>2009-11-22T03:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:19:35.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;PLS KILNDLY R ESEND ALL LINKS, WILL DO IT SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;THX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;.. . . .. . . . .  ... ..   ..  . .. ..  . .. .  . . . ..   ..   .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8749293108467784151?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8749293108467784151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8118748093080541659</id><published>2009-11-10T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:16:03.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched My Girlfriend Is An Agent. Nice, funny, sweet. Here's the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwKdlH9U2w4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwKdlH9U2w4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8118748093080541659?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8118748093080541659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8118748093080541659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8118748093080541659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8118748093080541659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-watched-my-girlfriend-is-agent.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7969394271215760873</id><published>2009-10-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:09:09.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new song!!&lt;br /&gt;Iyaz - Replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXxV9g7lsFE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXxV9g7lsFE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7969394271215760873?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7969394271215760873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7969394271215760873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7969394271215760873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7969394271215760873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-song-iyaz-replay.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7548375129762812168</id><published>2009-10-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:15:00.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHIsC_nnZ1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHIsC_nnZ1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song about prisoners whose families have 4gotten or given up on them, girlfren or wife cheating on them cause in their life, that jailed person had been erased from their life.  .  .  .  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7548375129762812168?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7548375129762812168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7548375129762812168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7548375129762812168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7548375129762812168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-song-about-prisoners-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-495454403728035288</id><published>2009-10-11T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:58:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im still longing for the day you text me.  . . .  .  . . .  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-495454403728035288?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3584198421051103445</id><published>2009-10-06T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:36:50.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrzAUUeyI/AAAAAAAAALA/4R8SQrTbSks/s1600-h/DSC02561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrzAUUeyI/AAAAAAAAALA/4R8SQrTbSks/s320/DSC02561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389449534337481506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/Sssrq3xZDmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/822fdufysuY/s1600-h/DSC02562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/Sssrq3xZDmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/822fdufysuY/s320/DSC02562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389449394604543586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrgUAWRDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bYHR8IgMAL4/s1600-h/DSC02564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrgUAWRDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/bYHR8IgMAL4/s320/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389449213204907058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrUn-1YDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8LqGN0ODDO4/s1600-h/DSC02560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrUn-1YDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8LqGN0ODDO4/s320/DSC02560.JPG" border="0" 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title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SssrzAUUeyI/AAAAAAAAALA/4R8SQrTbSks/s72-c/DSC02561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1783501904611002352</id><published>2009-09-26T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:47:51.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Justin Bieber - One Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sounds like a girl but an awesome song :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1783501904611002352?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1783501904611002352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1783501904611002352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Jason Derulo - Whatcha Say (no official MV yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQa60u1zPdE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rQa60u1zPdE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA blooper! Pro dribbler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQtRXQpZHHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQtRXQpZHHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6389838213045904342?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6389838213045904342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6389838213045904342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6389838213045904342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6389838213045904342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesome-song-jason-derulo-whatcha-say.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2957091629420880784</id><published>2009-09-14T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:10:38.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh, im back to emo-ing. haha. just kidding la, just gonna express several things that i felt really sad and pissed off about.hmmmmmmmm.. .  . . . . .but i dont think i should post them. ''they'' might get offended if they read. but still, ask me if u wish to know about it. &lt;br /&gt;anw, regarding problems with ..... i think i should just concentrate on my studies first. idk, maybe its not worth it, maybe im just dumb? i'll let time tell.&lt;br /&gt;btw happy advance birthday to zahra and weelee, you'll get your perfume soon weelee. (quit bugging me ^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2957091629420880784?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2957091629420880784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2957091629420880784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2957091629420880784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2957091629420880784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/sigh-sigh-im-back-to-emo-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7365538469777398015</id><published>2009-09-09T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:40:26.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfjPTI02v-E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tfjPTI02v-E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7365538469777398015?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7365538469777398015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7365538469777398015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7365538469777398015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7365538469777398015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2422174935831694981</id><published>2009-09-06T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:30:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxGZNMRLYf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxGZNMRLYf4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jabbawockeez 'Apologise' Performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2422174935831694981?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2422174935831694981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2422174935831694981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2422174935831694981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2422174935831694981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/jabbawockeez-apologise-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1139923903318147008</id><published>2009-09-05T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:11:10.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiming for a B for E math.&lt;br /&gt;a B for MT retake&lt;br /&gt;a B for EL&lt;br /&gt;an A for POA&lt;br /&gt;the rest???&lt;br /&gt;i'll think about it x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7963038377549524331</id><published>2009-09-05T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:38:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA-SQy2Mzb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA-SQy2Mzb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek dance moves by Jabbawockeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7963038377549524331?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7963038377549524331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7963038377549524331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7963038377549524331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7963038377549524331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7149312486702829565</id><published>2009-08-26T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:51:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the pain and misery and such emotions&lt;br /&gt;i guess. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;its all gonna end soon. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;idk if its right or wrong, whether i should finally end that feeling,&lt;br /&gt;but i do know this,&lt;br /&gt;i am still gonna end up hurt one way or another&lt;br /&gt;therefore im just gonna ignore it from now on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7149312486702829565?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7149312486702829565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7149312486702829565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7149312486702829565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7149312486702829565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/08/pain-and-misery-and-such-emotions-i.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8493788925669346346</id><published>2009-07-24T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:40:27.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paiseh everyone, comp spoiled again. haha!&lt;br /&gt;lousy comp is like that de.&lt;br /&gt;dont miss me.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8493788925669346346?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4506034033553040173</id><published>2009-07-04T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:56:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally back after m.i.a for quite some time. manage to find out the comp's pw. =p just don ask how, haha. anw my comp's at it worst state. if you're lucky the comp survives for at least an hour or so? if not so lucky, max 15mins? yeah, terrible state its in now T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw this week school's been crap for me. not sure wats the reason also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it the weather?&lt;br /&gt;is it cuz im just tired?&lt;br /&gt;the homeworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe its bcuz of her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking across the classroom looking at her&lt;br /&gt;concentrating hard on her work&lt;br /&gt;chatting with her frens&lt;br /&gt;just like any other classmates in my class except for a handful maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its really been a very long time since we even had a 5min chat. i guess its meant to be this way till we graduate frm the school. i feel retarded everytime blogging bout the same thing over and over again but thats just how it is everday :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;idk wats my feeling now.   .   .   .   .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4506034033553040173?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4506034033553040173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1585062138038677336</id><published>2009-06-28T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:50:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate to go back to school. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers is AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1585062138038677336?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1585062138038677336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1585062138038677336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1585062138038677336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1585062138038677336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/hate-to-go-back-to-school_28.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5163771098259011379</id><published>2009-04-11T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:45:59.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i miss you even though you're gonna be gone for just few days. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5163771098259011379?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5163771098259011379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5163771098259011379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5163771098259011379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5163771098259011379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss-you-even-though-youre-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4022574637362723706</id><published>2009-04-11T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:02:38.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i really have something to post today.&lt;br /&gt;went Tampines 1 to check it out. met jia hao and renny then kareena. dave was super super late. haha, jia hao didnt know wat this msg meant. "5pm at tampines mrt" it meant 5pm leave house for tampines mrt. xD anw Tampines 1 was super crowded, escalators needed to be controlled by security guards. -.- wtf! and the worst thing is uncles and aunties love pushing and shoving their way around and act as though they had'nt touch us. push and walk off. Zzzz. . . .knowing me, im Mr Slow. i hate rushing. i walk slow, eat slow, drink slow, everything i do is slow, so u can imagine how badly i was pushed in there. ate at Cafe Cartel and is currently broke now. bought Domo, ate at C.C shared a wafer and paid for Kar to have fun. anw im hoping i can find my ideal shoes there. hopefully. will be back there soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i could be be watching a horror show sort of with D at this very moment but she's gone overseas. somehow she likes horror shows but is too scared to watch them (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;on the last speech day rehearsal, hong ying told me that he told D i still like her and she said she didnt know. she thought it was last time and that i would have given up on her by now. he told me she likes guy who are brave enough to say it to her. although im not really sure if she really doesnt know that i still like her, but i do know is that the problem that is keeping me from saying those things to her is that i dont have the chance to &amp;amp; im scared that if i tell her that, she'll start acting cold towards me agn and i definately do not wish for that to happen. its really painful. hong ying kept telling me to tell her but does he know what will happen if i really tell her? he doesnt know what might happen between us or how she'ld feel. so hong ying, pls if u happen to read my blog dont say anything bout it, i really appreciate wat you're doing but im afraid it would not help. i think i know how'ld she'ld react so i do not wish to talk about this anymore. im currently quite happy that we've been ok in school and msging. some said that msging while watching a show is lame but can i wish for more? shouldnt i be contented that i'm even be doing this? i think im lucky enough that she's into horror shows too, that makes us share a common interest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;anw enjoy yourself at there and take good care of yourself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4022574637362723706?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4022574637362723706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4022574637362723706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4022574637362723706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4022574637362723706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-i-really-have-something-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4173918927356725888</id><published>2009-04-07T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:35:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love this few days!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4173918927356725888?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4173918927356725888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4173918927356725888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4173918927356725888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4173918927356725888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-this-few-days-xd.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3414806115652348290</id><published>2009-04-03T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:40:03.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this feeling right now&lt;br /&gt;it made me felt miserable, pathetic and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;miserable cuz we are'nt talking except like twice or thrice in a week or less&lt;br /&gt;pathetic cuz although we're in the same class it dont seem as though we're classmates&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dumb bcuz im currently waiting for someone who showed me clearly her answer to my question&lt;br /&gt;dumb bcuz although im not 'tt' kind of guys i told her my feelings for her and made myself a fool&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; finally dumb bcuz after so much advices from friends, im still willing to wait . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much sillier can i be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3414806115652348290?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3414806115652348290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3414806115652348290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3414806115652348290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3414806115652348290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-this-feeling-right-now-it-made.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5553680490102913768</id><published>2009-03-31T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:15:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i recalled, tt day wen dave and others went safra with me, we kinda had a chat. but it was only among four of us. sn, renny, dave &amp;amp; me. we were walking from safra to tampines mall and we were talking bout who we've sent home(girls of cos) and how many girls we've sent home. well, it kinda reminded me of the day i accompanied her home. i darent say sent home as she said tt she was quite bored going home alone and tt all her frens don take the bus home. well, tt day i was quite lucky i must say. i was waiting for my bus and she came. as usual she was with some of her frens but they were taking mrt so she was alone. we chatted for quite awhile as both buses we're taking were taking an uber long time to come. she showed me a cartoon, wierd cartoon. seriously wierd and said that it was me. -.- wat a failure. the only thing tt looks exactly like me is the hair of cos. sharp spikes. xD after she showed me tt pict she whined saying she felt bored going home by herself so i just casually asked her, "i accompany you home lor, there got direct bus to my house mah, so its ok" i was rather shock wen she laughed and said ok (: walked her to the security guard area and she said she scared her parents see, so we both said goodbye and left. cant describe tt feeling at that very very particular moment, its like its just too good to be true. but there's one thing that i haven mention. is that.   .   .   .   .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this happen way way b4 i told her i like her. as you can tell, our relationship as frens with each other was very good. it was until the day i told her i like her that everything changed. my world had turned around completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that very day, together with every single day i shared with you, would nv leave my memory. you can be sure of that (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5553680490102913768?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5553680490102913768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5553680490102913768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5553680490102913768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5553680490102913768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-recalled-tt-day-wen-dave-and-others.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5535401833961536482</id><published>2009-03-28T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:23:55.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so bored -.-&lt;br /&gt;wat an average day. after went pool-ing and lan-ning with dave, renny, feydric, melvin and say neng. while say neng was with thiam seng playing pool, dave renny melvin and me played L4D. Ooooo. . . .feydric came abit later but went off earlier to meet mitz. hehx. Renny, if u're reading this, You died during the very last minute of the whoel story mode. Very LAST MINUTE and you died, noob!! haha!! go train your observing skills. xD&lt;br /&gt;after lan-ning we walked to TM, renny say neng dave me. melvin went home. and guess wat?? i saw HuiQi!! haha!! after quite many nights on msn we finally met each other!! haha! but we were on the escalators so it was quite sad, couldnt chat ):&lt;br /&gt;anw i was thinking of buying sneakers, or i should say new shoes. basketball shoes sucks wen u wear out. as in gai gai. u know?? (its kinda smelly) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home bout 7plus, met my sis at interchange so went home with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently trying very hard to post something on my blog but is fruitless. theres like plainly nthn. -.- well. . . .let me instead try to do something. (pardon me if you think its crap) =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;the day i knew you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it was a different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;now that things has turned out this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it became another story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;are we really gonna take it as though nthn's happening and do nthn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;or end it like we should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;being straightfoward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hanging in the middle of the story is tiring and fustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but i guess its worth it if its gonna end happily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;but in the other case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i cant do anything more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i could show you how . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;madly i wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;for the very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna be a chef next time!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cook and eat!&lt;br /&gt;But my F&amp;amp;N sucks -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1115276235696397860?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1115276235696397860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1115276235696397860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1115276235696397860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1115276235696397860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-be-chef-next-time-i-wanna-cook.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-9208903910675467913</id><published>2009-03-23T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:39:41.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzzzz. . . . .so sleepy sia. =.=&lt;br /&gt;go school so sian -.- but bo bian. i mean it could be fun la but the subjects they put in a particular day suck la. anw i slept during the remaining time of chem, after mr chan taugh finish his slides. i was trying very very hard not to fall asleep liao but its just impossible. ^^ slept all the way till mrs te lesson, didnt wake up to greet her. xD&lt;br /&gt;then school ended and math remedial started. i stoned there for quite awhile cuz firstly, im unhappy about my wierd hair, secondly the weather was like %$@#&amp;amp;, thirdly i had no mood as it was after school finally because lsjasjprew=[ertwitfojdkls. tts why couldnt do the ws given. SIAN LA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;came home actually wan do my lit de but i realised my points i copied on my mockingbird notes, which i filed in and handed it up. -.- Zzzzz. . . . .watched naruto till i fall asleep. seriously cant take it, dam tired and sleepy. slept till dad came home saw tt i was sleeping but the comp was on. &gt;: got a whole lot of shit from him. but i cant be bothered anymore. his words are something i describe as "wat goes in must come out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the one major thing tt made me unhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my hair. it really is making me look stupid. fcking barber tell him keep fringe he go anyhow cut left few strands as fringe. wtf! got pissed went home took a scissors and snip it all of. and me dad tt &lt;a href="mailto:%@&amp;amp;#$"&gt;%@&amp;amp;#$&lt;/a&gt; wanna save money instead of letting me have a suitable hairstyle. as said by him, "your hair so long, wait so fast must go cut again, dont waste money like tt hor" tell me wat can i say or wat should i say? amazing, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont think anyone would read this as they wouldnt expect it, but somehow i hate smiling. no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-9208903910675467913?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9208903910675467913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=9208903910675467913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/9208903910675467913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/9208903910675467913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/zzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5669792752143738313</id><published>2009-03-21T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T03:01:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots!! i just put my favourite naruto episode on my blog!! the whole episode is just Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke &amp;amp; Sakura. Watch it!! Its super funny!! especially Kakashi. HAHAHA!! Just pause my blog song and click play at the video there. Can watch full screen also!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5669792752143738313?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5669792752143738313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5669792752143738313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5669792752143738313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5669792752143738313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/woots-i-just-put-my-favourite-naruto.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5399952299407889980</id><published>2009-03-20T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:38:27.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh, blogging again. boring -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, ystd after remedial bought papers, went home change and went out again. stupid i told khairul wait for me at eastpoint bus stop and i was like 1 or 2 stops away from it, wen i reach there they say they left already. wtf?!? make me so angry tt i super took my time to get to safra. frigging hell. left already sumore no tell ppl make me FIND them around eastpoint then i called them. Zzzz!! there's something rather funny that i must mention though, it happened to melvin. got one old lady went up to him and told him bout how hard it is to earn money and that he must treasure it and not to anyhow spend them. after her 'lectures' she told him bout her 'sad' life story. then finally she revealed her true self, she asked melvin if he can give her some money. Zzzz. -.- stupid right?? plus sumore she say nvm if don wan give, she don wan him to feel like not happy or. . . . .dunno feel wat la, 4got wat he say liao. darn stupid and retarded la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm then today went out to east coast. went to dave's house at 1plus then later sayneng came. played comp awhile then went to fetch lyn up. tt dummy doesnt know whr dave stay -.-&lt;br /&gt;after awhile wen went of to east coast. while waiting for renny and kar to come, i dunno wat they did though, took pictures i guess. i was paying much attention cuz i was rather sleep and tired. they say i emo. Zzzz. . . . then renny and kar came and continued tooking photos for like bout half hour?? den we finally left for dinner. like finally!! i was super hungry too but kept quiet. heheeeeeeee!! have sugar cane, dave's treat. thx arh. ^^ den we chatted while drinking, bout 10mins or so, aglin joined us. had dunno wat noodle, lyn anyhow order for me, but its ok. haha!! renny i also dunno wat he ordered. kar ordered chicken wings and dave, sn ordered satay and carrot cake i tink. dunno la. the table was rather full. had 3 ginormous coconuts and many styrofoam plates. a few cups, wallets and tissue. all on a small table. (F**K MY COMP!! BLOODY HELL SCREEN OFF!!!!) Zzzzz. . . .well but i must say dinner was great with them talking crap. haha!! by the time we ate finish it was rather dark already so we took like 2 last photos and me sayneng left. he gtg cuz got tuition. sian sia the feeling. anw thx arh sayneng for sending me in taxi all the way to kemangan mrt. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don have any photos though but they will be on either kar's blog or lyn's blog. go find them. x)&lt;br /&gt;sian arh 2moro, i tink the grp would be going to danceworks and i cant go. T.T dad's gonna be at home. siiiiaaaaaannnnnnnnnn. . . . . . .screw this!! anw good luck to Multiply, kar's group name. hope you win sumting, or win everything. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a boring day its gonna be 2moro.&lt;br /&gt;siiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don feel right this few days, actually can say i don feel anything, strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5399952299407889980?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5399952299407889980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5399952299407889980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5399952299407889980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5399952299407889980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-sigh-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6528559740491065708</id><published>2009-03-18T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:52:52.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh, wat a boring day today. had oral on monday, was crap so dont mention it. tuesday was also crap, did nothing but watched naruto ^^ not to mention today -.- it was also the same. Zzzz. . . .however for the past few nights except tonight, i did msg her.&lt;br /&gt;i asked if she was free maybe she can watch a movie, not the 2 of us only la, maybe the guys, dave etc. or her girl frens like k, yx etc. but i think she got the wrong idea. hope not but she told me she was kinda busy with co as syf was coming up. hmmm even if she agreed i wouldnt have the heart to go out too as she's having co everyday, 2-6pm. its dam tiring although they're just playing instruments. besides that, she still must do her hw, revise her work and do her own things &amp;amp; she'ld be very worn out and exhausted. =/&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt agree anyway =&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i was like sort of thinking to myself. is it ok for me to carry on with the feeling for her or just try to 4get bout her. you know, im still waiting for something to happen xD i know that it can be painful at time and sad but i also feel happy. seeing her make me sad but seeing her also makes me happy. idk if you ppl know wats this feeling like but its true. tts why i said myself to be 'i feel sad yet at the same time happy'. its like on certain days u feel sad as she reminds you of the pain, yet on other days the troubles are all erased just by looking at her. if she isnt happy i wouldnt be happy too. not because im not happy because she isnt, but instead im being bothered by her unhappiness and hence i dont feel happy. how can one feel happy when something's bothering them? idk if she has any problems but she has good frens around her like k. xD&lt;br /&gt;i used to laugh and ignore when problems arise. having plenty problems at home but i sure didnt show my feelings in school ^^ till last year -.- i used to tink that if i feel sad at home i still can have fun in school! frens, teachers and even my coach! haha!! having fun during lessons, throwing paper balls, sleeping, talking crap, football, anything. but last year i became more emotional, growing up i guess. but now im showing my feelings lesser and lesser. im not sure if its a good thing or not but i guess you can say im seldom emo-ing in school ^^ but however i pour my feelings at my blog. tts why some of you ask me, "you really go write out everything bout how u feel and your secrets??" i said, "ya of cos". well, i guess some of you take blogging as writing down what happen on that particular day but since my life doesnt have anything much to post about, i post my feelings. (= its not that i wanna show ppl how kelian or wat but its just the way i think about blogging. hehex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw i shall end of by saying im waiting for a miracle to happen but it aint gonna happen without you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: haha!! the miracle part is true but the 'aint gonna happen....' is crap, was just joking only! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6528559740491065708?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6528559740491065708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6528559740491065708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6528559740491065708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6528559740491065708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh-sigh-wat-boring-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7814850561900968107</id><published>2009-03-16T19:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:26:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/Sb42rovkJ3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/96ZrjcC59nI/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313744733642958706" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Dam mofos!! To those who read my blog, if u have my number can kindly msg me wat time must be in school and where to meet? O.o thx alot! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4247813711861420752?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4247813711861420752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4247813711861420752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4247813711861420752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4247813711861420752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/oral-examination-are-crap-dam-mofos-to.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4288040949203227947</id><published>2009-03-14T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:23:30.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do I feel happy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this feeling gonna stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or be gone in a short while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or am i only imagining it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time will tell. . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Little Too Not Over You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me why you're so hard to forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a little too not over you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4288040949203227947?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4288040949203227947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4288040949203227947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4288040949203227947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4288040949203227947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-i-feel-happy-or-sad-is-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2512667379521232075</id><published>2009-03-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:17:21.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbpAneRMEqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xbmVmCaZj4Q/s1600-h/DSC01565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312629757321155234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbpAneRMEqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xbmVmCaZj4Q/s320/DSC01565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fustrated  Black Lyn - Random Shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2512667379521232075?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2512667379521232075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2512667379521232075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2512667379521232075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2512667379521232075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/fustrated-black-lyn-random-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbpAneRMEqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xbmVmCaZj4Q/s72-c/DSC01565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-7014616445259938423</id><published>2009-03-09T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:59:17.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbT2bRpBj-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/5W71ZdIcV-A/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311140809029029858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbT2bRpBj-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/5W71ZdIcV-A/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate, Sadness and even Happiness. . . . . .To be able to share it with another person. . . .&lt;br /&gt;From fighting with him. . . . .I learned that. . .&lt;br /&gt;He knew pain like I did. And then, he taught me that you can change the path.&lt;br /&gt;I wish one day, that I can be needed by someone. Not as a frightening weapon,&lt;br /&gt;But as The Sand's Kazakage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gaara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says Naruto is lame?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-7014616445259938423?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7014616445259938423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=7014616445259938423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7014616445259938423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/7014616445259938423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-sadness-and-even-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbT2bRpBj-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/5W71ZdIcV-A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4922922569561229540</id><published>2009-03-08T13:51:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:20:04.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfbmwtFfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sTvBjL2L-iA/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693313465882098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfbmwtFfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sTvBjL2L-iA/s320/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kukus watching cartoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfVeXjWZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d2WXaLrwM84/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693208133687698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfVeXjWZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d2WXaLrwM84/s320/DSC01536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Expert No. 1 - Say Neng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfQu6sh0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/L-9EBsGq5qw/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693126676711234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfQu6sh0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/L-9EBsGq5qw/s320/DSC01537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hands of The Experts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfLQjjyCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/89R1TVJfHZQ/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693032627259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfLQjjyCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/89R1TVJfHZQ/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hands of The Experts 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfH6_xQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/xFAT28ISQQc/s1600-h/DSC01539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692975300395938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfH6_xQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIw/xFAT28ISQQc/s320/DSC01539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Expert No. 2 - Renny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfDnXiq6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ry5iRJo6Ar8/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692901311916962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfDnXiq6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ry5iRJo6Ar8/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Expert No. 3 - Davior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNe_XNDQFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pGlHdfwYAq8/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692828253470802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNe_XNDQFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pGlHdfwYAq8/s320/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beginners No. 1 &amp;amp; 2 - Lyn &amp;amp; Aglin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNe66dmH2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FvgA6nk-MYU/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692751818760034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNe66dmH2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/FvgA6nk-MYU/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Expert teaching his Disciple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNe2XlTUpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9ziRRjNk5f0/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692673736364690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNe2XlTUpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9ziRRjNk5f0/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert No. 2 reveals his Jutsu! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNeujrZDII/AAAAAAAAAII/HKHMn15Bf48/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692539544177794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNeujrZDII/AAAAAAAAAII/HKHMn15Bf48/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kawaii?!? Expert No. 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNeo_HMryI/AAAAAAAAAIA/10TTlruPO98/s1600-h/DSC01547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692443829350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNeo_HMryI/AAAAAAAAAIA/10TTlruPO98/s320/DSC01547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhausted Beginner No. 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNekhKVlmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/O7_xhxs4pBk/s1600-h/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692367069976162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNekhKVlmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/O7_xhxs4pBk/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pesevering Beginner No. 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNegobxwHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7ngV7YvRHDY/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692300302696562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNegobxwHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7ngV7YvRHDY/s320/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mysterious Expert No. 2 (his face can never be taken) xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNec78KrLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Er-W0xJQPVY/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310692236819344562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNec78KrLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Er-W0xJQPVY/s320/DSC01550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Master with Expert No. 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who wished me Happy Birthday and celebrated with me, thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Especially you xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNeT9upVaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-VQpJXlCWyU/s1600-h/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNdMp2DxPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0z0IvlCFrzE/s1600-h/DSC01537.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNdJNfLhCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fIiFTfCOTA4/s1600-h/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNdE6d0-AI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-DzEelBSdMU/s1600-h/DSC01534.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4922922569561229540?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4922922569561229540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4922922569561229540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4922922569561229540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4922922569561229540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/kukus-watching-cartoon-expert-no.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SbNfbmwtFfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sTvBjL2L-iA/s72-c/DSC01534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4490511090665267498</id><published>2009-03-07T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:04:45.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Birthday to Thiam Seng and Happy Birthday to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4490511090665267498?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4490511090665267498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4490511090665267498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4490511090665267498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4490511090665267498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-belated-birthday-to-thiam-seng.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8879574032797901109</id><published>2009-03-03T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:32:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; approaches, i can only dream of the day. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the day whereby i hope to celebrate it with her.&lt;/span&gt; but sadly that aint gonna happen. not now, not next year,  never.   .   .    .   .    .   .    .   . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had a chance to turn back time, i'ld go back to tt very day wen we first met and chatted. cuz that was where everything started. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the emotions, the disappointment and the love.&lt;/span&gt; im not sure if its really love or not but one thing i know for sure is that this particular feeling &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aint going away that easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you behave had caused me to lose hope everytime. it is that very moment where i'ld tink of giving you up but i just cant, thinking that maybe someday you might see that im &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;true towards you&lt;/span&gt; and that you'ld be &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;touch by what im doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; idk if u can see it or pretending not to see it but i seriously hope that you are aware of my &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; for you, not only because i like you but as a friend too. if we cant be normal friends, i don see any hope in trying to win your heart. its like as though im trying to run but i cant even walk.&lt;br /&gt;the way you behave towards me is really heartwrenching. maybe you didnt notice my prescence in class but i do. looking at you everytime you turn your head, thinking that you'ld just take a glance at me and smile. but u nv did. all you did was just an uncertain smile i guess. the kind of smile whereby you could tell her feelings from it. but however that aint surprising, cuz i've seen it many times. im getting use to it.&lt;br /&gt;the real problem is that now that you're in my class things arent gonna be the same. not wanting to remind myself of the pain i feel wont be possible. not wanting to smile or talk to you wont be possible. all these that seems like small problems are the causes to bigger pain. knowing this but not being able to avoid it is torturous. not physically but mentally.&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i'll just have to bear with it.    .       .       .        .     .    .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8879574032797901109?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8879574032797901109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8879574032797901109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8879574032797901109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8879574032797901109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-my-birthday-approaches-i-can-only.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4781289953407148807</id><published>2009-02-28T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:53:51.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>although i feel emo, i must admit i LOVE this RAINY WEATHER!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;so shiok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4781289953407148807?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4781289953407148807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4781289953407148807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4781289953407148807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4781289953407148807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/although-i-feel-emo-i-must-admit-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6266286783385875254</id><published>2009-02-28T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:45:54.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You will only know how i feel when the same thing happens to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6266286783385875254?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6266286783385875254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6266286783385875254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6266286783385875254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6266286783385875254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-will-only-know-how-i-feel-when-same.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6467928944697280463</id><published>2009-02-26T20:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:00:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRseLoHcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wsxn_gfGyHw/s1600-h/My+Class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307089404104809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRseLoHcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wsxn_gfGyHw/s320/My+Class.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artists indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRiZMjirI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8jE_aIH0yMA/s1600-h/Geniuses+At+Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307089230967835314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRiZMjirI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8jE_aIH0yMA/s320/Geniuses+At+Work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; International artists!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRX5H_ZHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/s2pkI-K_xfY/s1600-h/Zzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307089050560062578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRX5H_ZHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/s2pkI-K_xfY/s320/Zzzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Geniuses at work(part2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRRbdBkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TOP0EqV2UN0/s1600-h/Zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307088939516007202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRRbdBkyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TOP0EqV2UN0/s320/Zzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Geniuses at work(part1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQ8199pDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xieQqKD92ok/s1600-h/3262491042_442c5f1501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307088585856230450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQ8199pDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xieQqKD92ok/s320/3262491042_442c5f1501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 0 3! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQygYsCFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9lTR7hY3X2U/s1600-h/3261662191_99240bb0b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307088408264050770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQygYsCFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9lTR7hY3X2U/s320/3261662191_99240bb0b0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presenting the One &amp;amp; Only, 4e3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQgYf7cqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XPrEEDKPQOw/s1600-h/3261662045_806d7e7093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307088096909292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQgYf7cqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XPrEEDKPQOw/s320/3261662045_806d7e7093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ''Hey!'' shouts Zuhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQR28UulI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hkQlb-ahaQw/s1600-h/3261661901_ed62e77e66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307087847383415378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaQR28UulI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hkQlb-ahaQw/s320/3261661901_ed62e77e66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emo shots of Renny &amp;amp; Jia Hao &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6467928944697280463?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6467928944697280463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6467928944697280463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6467928944697280463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6467928944697280463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/artists-indeed-international-artists.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaaRseLoHcI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Wsxn_gfGyHw/s72-c/My+Class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3486438151820001570</id><published>2009-02-26T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:47:29.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what im going to say is sooo lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im blogging in school. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3486438151820001570?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3486438151820001570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3486438151820001570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3486438151820001570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3486438151820001570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-im-going-to-say-is-sooo-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6869332006345750263</id><published>2009-02-24T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:31:32.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wat a day it was. Rainy and cold. a kind of weather whereby i'll tink of her. its kinda strange though but its mostly this kind of weather then i'll become emo. Idk how to say bout there's a sort of feeling whereby u have an urge to do something on certain occasions. im sure some of you understand. this kind of weather makes me &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wanna spent my time with her, accompany her, be it just chatting or doing nthn. as long as she's there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; but somehow things arent going as i hoped it would be. im not hoping for something xtreme but just a relationship as a friend with her. we've been quite cold towards each other. looking face to face all we could do is to smile a little at least. though we're so near to each other we didnt even talk. therefore wats the point of her being in my class if its like this? i'ld rather be far away from her and still keeping in touch with her. its far better than being so near and yet nthn's going on. Im sure most of you have heard of this phrase, 'So Near Yet So Far'. isnt this the way it is now. being so near but behaving as if we were miles away. though not exactly avoiding but its not much difference from it. starting conversations with her aint tt easy cuz she hasnt got anyting much to say to me. its as though conversations are always cut short. unlike last time whereby she'll use to msg me of her problems and wats going on with her class and so on. its like everything's disappearing. the period of time where i'll look foward to the next day and seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow I think that feeling aint coming back. . . . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6869332006345750263?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6869332006345750263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6869332006345750263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6869332006345750263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6869332006345750263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/wat-day-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8448431352227588236</id><published>2009-02-23T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:34:01.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture of The Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKyfPwSFfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AG5azgq5W0I/s1600-h/860fb7b47ff7af84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305999560870598130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKyfPwSFfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AG5azgq5W0I/s320/860fb7b47ff7af84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;LOL! Mentally unstable Tobi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKwycGWDCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-i5n-kE5lZ8/s1600-h/2709162986_b410878943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305997691578616866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKwycGWDCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-i5n-kE5lZ8/s320/2709162986_b410878943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rare Yugioh Card, a Must Buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKra1Svd0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0n1nLGEhMUo/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305991788466501442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKra1Svd0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0n1nLGEhMUo/s320/DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NA NI?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8448431352227588236?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8448431352227588236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8448431352227588236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8448431352227588236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8448431352227588236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol-mentally-unstable-tobi-rare-yugioh.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaKyfPwSFfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/AG5azgq5W0I/s72-c/860fb7b47ff7af84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6470759560656099680</id><published>2009-02-22T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:45:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; talked 2day. hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6470759560656099680?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6470759560656099680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6470759560656099680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6470759560656099680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6470759560656099680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-we-talked-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5060145345291168276</id><published>2009-02-22T05:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:44:02.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB1Yc5lE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ytaohh4DqqM/s1600-h/DSC01522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305369423977452530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB1Yc5lE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ytaohh4DqqM/s320/DSC01522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB1S-539QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gPICjTmJqZk/s1600-h/DSC01523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                               Fans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB1J1avbWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8q8L2RggnQg/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305369172860956002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB1J1avbWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/8q8L2RggnQg/s320/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                            S.H.E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB01z0rQFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cQBQ3y3AvbY/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305368828835479634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB01z0rQFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cQBQ3y3AvbY/s320/DSC01520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                             Presenting, S.H.E - Ella(left), Hebe(middle), Selena(right)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaBz4m2r89I/AAAAAAAAAEs/UAHR4-zMw5U/s1600-h/DSC01520.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5060145345291168276?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5060145345291168276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5060145345291168276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5060145345291168276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5060145345291168276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/fans-s.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SaB1Yc5lE_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ytaohh4DqqM/s72-c/DSC01522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5423177275553574427</id><published>2009-02-22T05:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:35:14.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning peeps. hehex didnt sleep today.woots!! had to wait for dad to leave house b4 using comp. meanwhile i watched Transformers. xD went to school for parent-teacher conference, uber boring. Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;after that went to eastpoint for lunch with JH. had KFC. hehe. eastpoint was crammed with S.H.E fans. yep, S.H.E came to eastpoint 2day. not sure how i felt but its kinda fun feeling. never actually seen anyone famous in s'pore b4. xD i abit swa ku. haha! sian la, don wan post liao. gonna post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5423177275553574427?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5423177275553574427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5423177275553574427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5423177275553574427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5423177275553574427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3614015567066257340</id><published>2009-02-20T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:27:59.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's post is about Samuel, the big bully. xD stupid yr team already so tall plus skillful then wan playmatch with my team. -.- how can sia, obviously bullying. haha!! btw he funny la, got one filipino guy carrying hp play den suddenly he just throw onto the post there, then me and Samuel tio stunned. then Samuel say, "waah, wo men singaporean dou bu gan ze yang, ta ze yang arh. haha. yao gen ta xue, is hao bang yang." LOL, wth sia. talking cock sia he. ppl playing basketball he down there talking nonsense. hehex. anyway obviously we lost, 2 sets straight. at least 2 out of four can dunk lor -.- how win? anyway is play play de la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;sian sian sian, 2moro must go back school -.- so friggin boring la. go listen to ______ talk. wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3614015567066257340?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3614015567066257340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3614015567066257340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3614015567066257340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3614015567066257340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/todays-post-is-about-samuel-big-bully.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5867798367415852566</id><published>2009-02-19T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:33:08.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>again and again we were face to face&lt;br /&gt;however one thing stays the same&lt;br /&gt;none of us spoke&lt;br /&gt;though i cant manage to do wat Weelee told me to do&lt;br /&gt;i might try&lt;br /&gt;afterall things arent going as they should be going&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope tt i can stop the feeling&lt;br /&gt;i know it aint gonna be easy&lt;br /&gt;but continuing isnt the solution&lt;br /&gt;however&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it if the feeling wont go away&lt;br /&gt;feeling pls go away&lt;br /&gt;for i feel painful deep inside&lt;br /&gt;ty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5867798367415852566?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5867798367415852566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5867798367415852566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5867798367415852566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5867798367415852566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-and-again-we-were-face-to-face.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-4396109121290787426</id><published>2009-02-18T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:39:48.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvzRBYT2mI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ihl32gSGSEk/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100459912616546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvzRBYT2mI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ihl32gSGSEk/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;strong&gt;Before it came in. Distracted it was.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvzBN1Y_eI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I12p6aw5S24/s1600-h/DSC01518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304100188377906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvzBN1Y_eI/AAAAAAAAAEc/I12p6aw5S24/s320/DSC01518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look like Garfield? It came into my house. So cute la, so furry. The size reminds me of Wilbert. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvynFz1TvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qI-WfSeGSKQ/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099739547291378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvynFz1TvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qI-WfSeGSKQ/s320/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;strong&gt;My new tie. Nice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvyNw0JJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nZLgnubvT9c/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304099304414717794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvyNw0JJ2I/AAAAAAAAAEM/nZLgnubvT9c/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well said by Mr Ho, who finally broke his record of not laughing by laughing at that particular day. xD Well done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-4396109121290787426?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4396109121290787426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=4396109121290787426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4396109121290787426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/4396109121290787426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-it-came-in.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZvzRBYT2mI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ihl32gSGSEk/s72-c/DSC00392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1459983190528939541</id><published>2009-02-18T19:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:29:00.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzzz im so bored, i decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2day was fine, except for the lesson after recess, 4got lesson it was but sumhow WILBERT TAN WAN CHAO made me abit emo by saying a whole lot of thing bout D. don wish to mention wat he said but im sure he was just joking. ^^ D was transferred to our class ystd, it was kinda funny though, transferring her own table too. haha. den things resume as per normal. nigel loke and hong ying kept talking cock la, say i happy la say i shiok liao. -.- its just a transfer of class. anw didnt talk to her for the whole day, same for 2day also, still didnt talk to her. but i got rather pissed off with a guy tt keeps flirting in my class, im sure my classmates know who. he has a nice gf but why does he keeps flirting around? isit being friendly or flirting, im not sure. but all i know is seriously, don flirt with D or i seriously wont give you face. normal conversation is fine or wateva discussion. pls la, don tink of yourself at least tink for M la, u already have her and how would she feel if she knows wat u're doing? spare a thought for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw i became emo bcuz of WILBERT and cheered up bcuz of WILBERT also. he's full of crap, 100% filled with crap. btw he's my granny, Granny Chyo. im his grandson, Sasori. xD funny la. sat with him for almost all lessons except English and MT. he keep asking me this, why D keep looking at me in a wierd way. i tell him idk, then he keep talking to himself dunno wat, cuz i was doing my work. so and on he talk, haha. like stupid like tt, funny. then after tt we had chem test, was crap. i tink i'll fail. but i hope i pass. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;test ended, school also ended, stupid renny don wan go home durin school but go home wen remedial. -.- he had headache. RENNY IF U'RE READING THIS, U OWE ME BIG TIME. I HELPED YOU FILE IN YOUR LIT PAPERS!! SUPER MESSY LA! oh btw i 4got, i biggest news in history, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i scored the highest in lit. xD haha, so HAPPY!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but only 14/25 and its the highest. sigh sigh, gotto aim higher next time but i sibei inconsistant la. Zzzzz. . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after lit remedial, i had bball training. its the best training i had so far because firstly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i fully rejected one guy. wat a beaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. did a half moon and scored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. faked super many ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. scored a 3point during match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. bunny hopped many ppl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to sum it all up, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOSHUA OWNS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; haha!!! but i love number 1 best. xD it was sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so tired. crapped with lukas brother awhile and nigel loke then went home. me and nigel was spotting nigel's gf, aka miaomiao. sounds cute right? of cos la, nigel's gf lea, no kid. anw we were spotting her then lukas brother, keep saying, Hi Bitch!! then i told him to shut up, he say, skali mrs ___ come out and say, Yes? You call me? sibei basket sia he. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1459983190528939541?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1459983190528939541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1459983190528939541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1459983190528939541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1459983190528939541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/zzzz-im-so-bored-i-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8380108296348766773</id><published>2009-02-14T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:31:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZZJpDMEmYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2SRmAJ5ipVA/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302506580854741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZZJpDMEmYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2SRmAJ5ipVA/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of daydreaming. Door slammed shut scrapping my toe skin off. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZZJlpOmymI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sLj10og2zzw/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302506522346441314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZZJlpOmymI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sLj10og2zzw/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After clipping off the loose skin. It hurts like F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8380108296348766773?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8380108296348766773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8380108296348766773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8380108296348766773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8380108296348766773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/result-of-not-daydreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SZZJpDMEmYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2SRmAJ5ipVA/s72-c/DSC00394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-9137584224738651838</id><published>2009-02-13T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:22:22.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll start my post by saying Happy Advance Valentine's Day to all. all the best to those with BFs or GFs.&lt;br /&gt;2day, during MT lessons there was quite a commotion going on with me nigel and hong ying. we were like discussing about valentine's day, msging and other stuffs. the teacher even caught hong ying msging kareena, Oooooo.&lt;br /&gt;my main purpose of posting today is not bout this, in fact is bout the girl i like. i had a teddy bear and a card. i didnt wanna write much cuz of wats gonna happen next and true to my words, it happened. renny however told me write my heartfelt words in the card, at first i hesitated but then after a little tinking, i decided to let her know how i feel bout her. i gave her everything during MT remedial she came out and i gave her. after tt i went for English Enrichment. after my enrichment ended, this close fren of mine told me D let other ppl read my card. i mean like wtf la, letting ppl read wat i write for her. does she know wats she's doing. those words are meant for her eyes only. how can she just anyhow let ppl read. PLUS those ppl who read are those ppl with mouths which i bilif can be closed. im not saying they'll anyhow say, but did you tink whose letter you're holding? who is it for? do u know wats pivacy? if you know its for you then why show to other ppl? is it meant for them? letting them read is bad enough, for me. but still there are comments from ppl! ''writing so long just to ask for stead." wat has it gotto do with you? yr problem arh? i jio-ing you meh? no then why you bother?  anw i hack care all these, my main problem is tt i dam angry that you(D) go show ppl wat i wrote to you. i don care who read this, but i just wanna let you know i dislike wat u're doing. in any case, i still hope u like my present for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-9137584224738651838?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/9137584224738651838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=9137584224738651838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/9137584224738651838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/9137584224738651838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-start-my-post-by-saying-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3712103001978264071</id><published>2009-02-08T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:14:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had x country ystd. was so unfun. had basketball training on the previous day, friday and yet i must waste few hours of my life attending this "Mass Participation Event" as Mr Oh says it. frigging waste of time. legs were breaking then. and by the time i finshed the whole round, my legs snapped into 2. it was gruesome. blood began splashing out like someone watering their plants. someone even said "josh is that your leg bone?" of cos i answered yes la. -.- wat else could be white and is in the middle of my legs. worst things is that me and D intend on finding each other bcos Kar didnt go but i was so far apart from her -.- she reach the end way before me la. so dam fustrating!! had to run for awhile to catch up with her but in the end she finished it while dave, khai, nigel and me were still trying to finish this "Mass Participation Event". we abandoned Jia Hao on the way btw. xD srry Prawn. hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day was ok. woke up at bout 10 then slept again till 11plus. ate lunch and then bathed. went off to meet renny, weelee, alex and jinn juan. renny changed his small money, a bunch of $2 -.-, a few $5 and 2 $10 notes i tink, for $100. LOL!! met weelee, alex and jj at Kopitiam i tink and they were eating. had some problem getting to sit ^^ they went to do something then we parted. we went library to study then weelee became hungry again -.- (ownself greedy say i greedy, ate twice!) weelee did her stuff again at a playground then went Watsons to get her dunno wat ting then off we go back into library again. Zzzz. did 1 math question and tts it, played my hp games. then off we go, we parted. she went to take 38. renny went interchange with me. he going meet his gf, i going meet my mum at TM. so we parted too. bought a new correction fluid and earpiece, but it sucks man. so soft. if my mum knows i hate it, i'll feel guilty. wasting her money. =( but it looks nice man. Woots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i end my post with something that made me emo. renny told me that D like guys with looks only. i dont blame him for telling me that in fact it was i that keep pestering him to tell me. but i do hope that the very least i can do for her if we arent together(impossible la)is to change this mindset of hers, not liking someone with looks but instead with a good heart. of cos looks matters too but not entirely. =) im still dreaming that day would come.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3712103001978264071?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3712103001978264071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3712103001978264071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3712103001978264071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3712103001978264071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/had-x-country-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1657810333077068273</id><published>2009-02-06T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:03:59.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin, new trouble. idk how do many things and have yet to learn from the xperts. x)&lt;br /&gt;will be having x country 2moro. suck cock, TOTALLY SUCK COCK! today's training almost broke my legs and yet 2moro must go. -.- so sian.&lt;br /&gt;nthn much to blog liao. going to eat, bb.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1657810333077068273?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1657810333077068273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1657810333077068273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1657810333077068273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1657810333077068273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-skin-new-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6047153886653001366</id><published>2009-02-01T10:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:40:24.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYUK88-vbwI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZssAU5TVMKk/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297652578948968194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYUK88-vbwI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZssAU5TVMKk/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYUK1mZOqII/AAAAAAAAADU/NihACv6KPro/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297652452626966658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYUK1mZOqII/AAAAAAAAADU/NihACv6KPro/s320/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ystd was uber fun!! i woke up at bout 12 plus washed up had lunch and met rodrick and say neng at tampines mrt station. they took DAM LONG LA!! i waited for them for almost an hour then they finally made their grand appearance. we then proceeded off to find weelee, jj and the rest. we thought we should bring oranges as a form of respect when we go renny house later on. therefore off we go finding 2 oranges. yep, 2 only. strange to say they managed to buy 2 from dunno where. just as we were on the way to buy the oranges, we saw kareena walking towards TM so i told say neng to go find her, and i followed him. we broke up frm the other group and tts why i dunno whr they bought the oranges frm. xD went to several shops with them. back was aching badly, thx to say neng and rodrick for making me wait so long for them, standing! after tt, we finally decided to sit down and wait for both the oranges and davior. had ice cream!! WOOTS!! bout half hour or so, rodrick came with the oranges. so the next thing is waiting for davior. we waited. . . . . .and waited. . . . . . .and waited. . . . . . . .and waited. then finally he appeared WITH ORANGES!!!! if only we knew he was going to bring oranges. -.- so off we go to renny's house. saw weelee's group outside, said goodbye and went to interchange. (Jy in quitting) well the fustrating part is about to begin!! davior led us, we followed. and wow, thx to him we boarded the wrong bus and landed up near my house. HAHAHA!!! we ended up opposite dunman sec. so we crap talk awhile then decided to flag a taxi. as we had 5 ppl, rod, sn, kar, dave and me, it wasnt easy flagging one. but thx to this very hack care taxi driver who didnt even bother putting on his seat belt, we managed to get to renny house in time. reached renny's house and greeted his parents and relatives. they're awesome ppl man. they're very warm, dont know how to say but i tell you, if u go to renny's house, you know wat im talking bout. ate and drank abit then we went into his bedroom. there were quite a number of small kiddies!! but i guess we only played with one of them. xD idk how to spell her name exactly but dave said we should call her 'Baby M'. haha!! she is sort of mixed blood but dunno frm whr. she's adorable and we were mostly playing with her. xD oh the funny part is tt she doeant seem to care bout kar. hehex. kar is so crazy bout wanting to take a photo with her but all she wants to do is play. me and kar tot maybe 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6047153886653001366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ystd-was-uber-fun-i-woke-up-at-bout-12.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYUK88-vbwI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZssAU5TVMKk/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3829552140819669388</id><published>2009-01-29T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:57:01.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYF6kTOvOiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z2II_nEIJfE/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296649400820382242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYF6kTOvOiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z2II_nEIJfE/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear josh, kindly update yr blog pls? tyvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;best regards, josh. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there you go, my first shirt. FIRST! not a tee-shirt but a shirt. not short sleeved but long. not without collars but with. how nice if i had a tie. ^^ too bad i had none. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!! haha. CNY was abit crap. stupid stingy relatives. . . . .$4 per packet. tts alot. . . . . . . seriously. xD went home around 5 as most of them were leaving. reached home, played maple!! Woots!! played till bout 10 plus? then went to eat and to tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad had PMS the next day, CU ER. Zzzzzz. . ..  .. . as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crap around in the afternoon then chionged hw when i reached home. ystd not much ting to talk about but today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was dam crap la. F&amp;amp;N!!!!!!! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!! i mean its not tt i not interested or wat la but im really dam fustrated with wat i am suppose to do. the teacher, (cant say who) only like to chiong while the other is always giving chances or xtending due dates ^^ i really appreciated with wat u did, im just abit siao just now xD went abit high cuz i dam sleepy. Zzz Zzz Zzz Zzz.  .  .  .  . haha anw i've done finsh it liao!! YEAH!!! left the 3rd part. stupid sia, dunno must do wat!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hereby conclude my post by saying, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i will be going to training 2moro, i tink. xD Shhhhhhhhh.   .   .   .   .&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/3239103713348846572-3829552140819669388?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3829552140819669388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3829552140819669388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3829552140819669388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3829552140819669388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-josh-kindly-update-yr-blog-pls.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SYF6kTOvOiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/z2II_nEIJfE/s72-c/DSC00376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8877390349032035308</id><published>2009-01-17T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:37:08.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i studied HARD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had recess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wl gave me cookies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had F&amp;amp;N&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooked cheese macaroni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school ended &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went khairul's house take ting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;proceeded to Mel's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played winning 11&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;won Ting Rui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played Naruto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;won dunno hu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost to dunno hu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played NFS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;won JH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost to Mel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;designed a SUPERB car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;went school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i studied HARD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had recess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had mt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fell asleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met Azra (correct spelling?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walked arnd east point awhile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walked to behind modena w8 4 bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crowded bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she told me she wanted to sit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but nv in the end -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she sat with wanni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i stood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bus stopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an old man lost his balance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;almost fell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucky for me^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my arm stopped him frm falling backwards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one helped him -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was carrying 3 bags full of rocher chocolates &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;darn heavy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plus he old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one helped him -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he went down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parted with azra and wanni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reached home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played maple with wl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bathed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played maple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chatted with wl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mc-ed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she joined me 1 plus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mc-ed again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sold eqs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earned 100k&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she asked me sumting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cant say^^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;bb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8877390349032035308?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8877390349032035308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8877390349032035308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8877390349032035308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8877390349032035308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/15th-jan-i-went-school.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8006545060459243679</id><published>2009-01-04T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:28:05.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zzzzz one whole year guo so fast -.-&lt;br /&gt;haven rly enjoy myself alrdy wan start school T.T&lt;br /&gt;sian sibei sian. sec4 liao, must more dong shi, more hardworking, more this more that.   .   .   .&lt;br /&gt;form teacher-Mr Ng&lt;br /&gt;alot ppl say he this and tt, but actually ok la only abit naggy, otherwise he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;last fri, 1st day of 2009 in school went in class talked bout our important detail and stuffs then wen it came to "what i wanna be wen i grow up?" i see ppl paper all empty. best la! anw i also put empty, haha!! be like coach teo? super crap!!&lt;br /&gt;cca. EMPTY!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng's hp number is 999. haha!&lt;br /&gt;got a new pricinpal, don wanna talk bout her [sibei sensitive stuff].&lt;br /&gt;miss Mr Goh, HAHA!!! mr goh name is mr goh aik choon, come to tink of it, my grandfather name is mr goh aik hai!! ROFL! nice right their name?? haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope this year can enter competition, B-boys. sure lose de but at least can leave class early and can have new jersey ^_^&lt;br /&gt;dunno if these year have C-boys not. haven see any tall ppl yet. s'pore sec1 getting more smaller and shorter -.-&lt;br /&gt;soon the sec1 only up to an average person's height de stomach. xD how fun!&lt;br /&gt;k la i go liao, 2moro hope got PE. don tink i'll be blogging cuz so sian. nthn interesting going on oso. same everything as last year, only new year, otherwise everything's the same. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baibai&lt;br /&gt;ps: why do boys brigade ppl call their cca bb?? its basketball, byebye xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8006545060459243679?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8006545060459243679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8006545060459243679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8006545060459243679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8006545060459243679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/zzzzz-one-whole-year-guo-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5390539164716087159</id><published>2008-12-08T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:09:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played basketball 2day after so long!!!!!!! and guess wat??? i have a huge hole through my right leg!!!!! haha jkjk. some bugger not happy i so pro den go trip me. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;Lol no la. is accidently trip me de. i walking nia den he running but dunno i can fall. i sumore fall till so slow motion. so wierd. then knee blood till shiok ar. kip bleeding till i can fill up 4 1-litre bottles. HAHAHA!!! sian must walk pai ka liao. not only got wound plus BLUE BLACK!!! sibei tia la!!&lt;br /&gt;Ow&lt;br /&gt;Oww&lt;br /&gt;Owww&lt;br /&gt;Owwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5390539164716087159?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5390539164716087159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5390539164716087159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5390539164716087159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5390539164716087159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/12/played-basketball-2day-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1800369285026534779</id><published>2008-11-28T16:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:14:59.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SS-2VpSdktI/AAAAAAAAACY/OMe7MyZiC8I/s1600-h/omg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273634171650937554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SS-2VpSdktI/AAAAAAAAACY/OMe7MyZiC8I/s320/omg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to 2e1 class gathering ystd. i was tricked into going. ms holly actually didnt come at all. haha. but sort of enjoyed it. reach there, i played beach soccer with syakur, dass, dave, feydric. we were against unknown ppl. of cuz we thrashed them. they scored nil. haha!!! after that we went to the island and the guys went to swim, the girls joined later. jia hao and i didnt bring xtra clothes so we went to walk about. not much things to see though. i think we went to the wrong side. after that we went back. i played nat's bf PSP for awhile then jia hao spotted 2 banglah walking about the bags there so we kinda didnt go anywhere. later a few more chinese men came and went dunno where. LOL! soon after went off. those who swam went to bathe and change but me jia hao lyn aglin went off early. we went safra to play pool. 2 rounds. jia hao was like me, tyco. aglin was pro. lyn was. . . . .rather professional too. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, idk who's going to khairiah's b.day celebration 2moro but Happy Birthday to Khairiah and Ainey, the 2 pendeks! haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1800369285026534779?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1800369285026534779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1800369285026534779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1800369285026534779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1800369285026534779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-2e1-class-gathering-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SS-2VpSdktI/AAAAAAAAACY/OMe7MyZiC8I/s72-c/omg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6281227378218993644</id><published>2008-11-25T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:28:51.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAARRGGGGGHHHHH, so diff get the comp password let you[eldest sis] go tell him[dad]. NOW YOU HAPPY LA! now he know i know the password liao he surely go change la! then become i every single shit also cant do. don tell me tv. just because you can go out and got place to go doesnt i can go out as i like. so no comp, tv, go out, then do wat?? sleep?? omg!! knn la if he really change the password i really wan GAN you liao. i was waiting so long for him to finally get a job so i can use the comp peacefully then just because of your booking of badminton hall for god knows  who, you go msg him tell him i dont let you use. who are you man?!?! tell me let you use only i must ar? WTF? FUCK OFF LA! you tink you teacher heng liao bu qi ar? pls la, teacher only, oso nthn big. and pls hor, i not your student and you not my teacher hor! dont treat me like one of your students. KNN KPKB! CB my game not important your booking of hall so important meh? can call wat! do tings for other ppl so important la, own ppl the ting not a least bit important. since you like to everyday go out, go lor, stay at home only cuz me inconvinience. this cant do, that cant do. wat ting can do? jia sai la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING CB PLS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK OFF LA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6281227378218993644?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6281227378218993644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6281227378218993644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6281227378218993644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6281227378218993644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuck-la-so-diff-get-comp-password-let.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1417055400877411422</id><published>2008-11-24T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:15:19.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee super duper bored! cant wait for 27th and 29th nov. 27th, 2e1 are having a gathering with ms holly!! (= and 29th is pendek's b.day celebration i tink. woots! dad's gonna work in.   .   .   .    . 5hrs time!!! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1417055400877411422?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1417055400877411422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1417055400877411422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1417055400877411422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1417055400877411422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-super-duper.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1544098572725529467</id><published>2008-11-23T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:09:06.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope the repair person can save my hp or i'll have to change into an old hp AGAIN. ='(&lt;br /&gt;darn. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;anw if anyone of u ppl going to have fun, call me along yeh?? heheX tyty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool. . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1544098572725529467?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1544098572725529467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1544098572725529467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1544098572725529467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1544098572725529467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hope-repair-person-can-save-my-hp-or.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-113124730294064570</id><published>2008-11-22T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:08:32.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FISH FISH FISH FISH FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KNNBCCB LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sway like FISH LA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HANDPHONE DROP INSIDE A PAIL OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DARN FRIGGING SWAY LA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-113124730294064570?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/113124730294064570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=113124730294064570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/113124730294064570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/113124730294064570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/fish-fish-fish-fish-fish-knnbccb-la.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6294088116283950766</id><published>2008-11-21T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:44:49.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wan play lan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wan play maple, audi, dota, cs, pool, basketball and soccer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but i cannot!!!!!!!!!!!!! weeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan play adventurequest too (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6294088116283950766?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6294088116283950766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6294088116283950766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6294088116283950766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6294088116283950766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wan-play-lan-i-wan-play-maple-audi.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8974276940398283900</id><published>2008-11-16T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:59:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh sigh. wat could be worse than being grounded during holidays?? all becuz i went to play pool till bout 7 plus. c'mon la, i just being late by few minutes and seriously no one called my hp la. my fren all around me and they didnt hear any ringtone. yet u claimed you called me?? wtf?!?! somehow i find myself wasting time quarreling with you. (:&lt;br /&gt;im really really tahan-ing. X.x&lt;br /&gt;haizzzz, b.ball skill dropped tremendously! got whacked by the ball instead, haha!!! OH I HAVE ONE THING TO SAY!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nv play bball with banglah, they stink!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i aint refering to anyone in particular but i played with one just now and i smelt him. he even BRUSHED past my arm. EWWWWW!!! haha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, ERP gantries are everywhere. sucking up $$ till we're dry. i saw an article of a airport. it showed a plane flying through an ERP gantry floating on the air. and it was stated, "it'll happen soon" lol!! hope not. . . .&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is that it turned out that the job aint confirmed for my dad. this is wat happen when you apply for one through an agent. when the employer says ok to start work. the agent says evetything is not arranged. bcuz the employer didnt discuss with the agent bout this person he/she is employing. darn. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch tv,&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8974276940398283900?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8974276940398283900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8974276940398283900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8974276940398283900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8974276940398283900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2972187552406080460</id><published>2008-11-15T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:24:39.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so bored. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .. . . …. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . . . .. . . . . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . .. . . .... . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . .. ..  . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . . .. . . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . …. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. .. . .. . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. ..  . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. . . . … . ….. . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. .. i think you ppl can tell right?? haha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2972187552406080460?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2972187552406080460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2972187552406080460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2972187552406080460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2972187552406080460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8712688524371679810</id><published>2008-11-13T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:58:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3days of holiday gone, satrting from Monday. sigh sigh. . .still not going anywhere not doing anything. i could with a little help here(:&lt;br /&gt;its been raining this few days. idk bout you ppl but i really like this kinda weather. cooling. although going out may be a problem, the feeling is still shiok. dunno how xplain, haha!! so whil;e at home, only thing i can do is watch tv. i've been watching the repeat episodes of D-grayman. its a wonderful anime. it can be rather confusing but if you're following it, you should be able to understand. tts on okto, weekends, 7pm. oh and on weekdays, i watch shuriken school. cute cartoon. the drawing is simple and adorable. you know?? big head, small body. not exactly small but small enough to make it look cute. it funny too, dam funny. and next on is ben 10. funny too!! especially when he tranforms into the fly thingy. the voice becomes squeaky. haha!! reminds me of those chimpmunks in my class. haha!!! theres, baby ben10 too. where all the creatures turn into baby form. dam cute and hillarious la! all the creature the voices change into baby voice. Lolx!!&lt;br /&gt;enough bout that. the most important news is that, &lt;strong&gt;My Dad Has A Job And He Is Starting On Monday!! &lt;/strong&gt;nothing can be better than that. i don mean to be bad but with him out early, i'll be up and awake early too!! for real!! with his presence in the house, the house can be kinda boring and sickly. you know?? the feeling wen you're sick. cant do anything and you feel lethargic. no mood for anything except to go out. 27th going out with the 2e1s. a class gathering with ms holly or former form teacher. i wonder if its gonna be fun. . . . . the biggest problem is that, will there be many ppl going? if there's not many, its aint gonna be fun for us and it'll also be kinda embarassing for ms holly. like nobody wanna come. something like that you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done!&lt;br /&gt;gtg ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;nitey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8712688524371679810?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8712688524371679810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8712688524371679810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8712688524371679810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8712688524371679810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/3days-of-holiday-gone-satrting-from.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1581789820193373401</id><published>2008-11-11T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:27:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still staying at home. sigh sigh. no where to go and nobody to go out with. haha!! its been very boring. everyday stay at home, do nothing. the feeling is horrible. u'll get mad. it seriously aint fun to stay at home especially during holidays. u see ppl going out enjoying themselves but u're just staying at home doing stuffs u do every single day. sleep, eat, tv, comp and i guess tts it. not much excitement eh?? hmmm. . . .cant help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1581789820193373401?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1581789820193373401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1581789820193373401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1581789820193373401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1581789820193373401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-staying-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-102108360423279077</id><published>2008-11-09T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:31:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm, not much happenings today except that my dad finished his temp job. back to sian days. =((&lt;br /&gt;wan go out leh but got nowhere to go and no one to go out with. everyone got his/her own plannings. sigh sigh. everyday only can dai zai jia. either watch tv or comp. comp also can do much. tv, everyday watch nt sian meh? play b.ball also cant, ankle sprain. swell like hell sia. now walking also yi guai yi guai. pain bodoh. pls tell me im not gonna spend my holidays at home or only few days out. i wan like almost everyday have someting la. if not can die lea at home. Zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;but the best is, finally can sleep without having to wake up so dam early. *phew. tts all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paiseh ar ppl, nthn happening so nthn to blog(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-102108360423279077?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/102108360423279077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=102108360423279077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/102108360423279077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/102108360423279077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmmm-not-much-happenings-today-except.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-644687817209282025</id><published>2008-11-07T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:16:28.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm 2day kinda ok. after bridging, late as usual again, went home. upon walking out i saw someone and i just smiled at her cuz fren mah. but instead she tell me in chinese,' wo bu dong yao gen ni xiao mah?' i was like huh?? everytime u see me u so high suddenly u see me u tell me this kind of things. surely something wrong de. idk if its because of the blog thing or not but just to tell you, pls don give attitude after hearing a one sided story can? i not only irritated la, i nthn wrong with you, you better don anyhow come attitude hor. ppl smile at you you come gong this kind of jiao wae to me. FISH LA! get your facts right first can?? tyvm. anw went home and blasted music and waited for khairul's phonecall to lan. we went to lan bout 3?? melvin khai nigel and me. its was quite fun la but dunno why khai's kinda moody. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOTS! &lt;/strong&gt;2moro[2day] last day of bridging liao finally don have to wake up at 7, 7+ actually(:&lt;br /&gt;can slack liao, but my slack is no do anything cuz nthn to do. but im also darn frigging sad cuz my dad 2moro working last day. WTH! holiday start then u stay at home become i everything cant do )): darn! get a permanent job pls. odd fella you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hope i can reach school punctually later (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-644687817209282025?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/644687817209282025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=644687817209282025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/644687817209282025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/644687817209282025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm-2day-kinda-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-245115347499616408</id><published>2008-11-03T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:45:21.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not posting, my blog's kinda dead. haha!! o well. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st oct, halloween day. woots! but too bad s'pore doesnt celebrate it. wat a pity. the day b4 i was planning to go to the night safari as i heard and watched on tv tt there were decorations and monsters there so i thought i should go check it out but who knew? it was also the day to collect report book. i waited for t.s and we went to collect together with renny and the usual. i stayed in school to chat for awhile and bout half an hour or so, we all left. my dad was waiting for me at the carpark so i couldnt join the rest at eastpoint or take a bus with t.s home. darn. . .i asked nigel if he would like to join me at the safari. at first he said he couldnt but reaching home, he texted me saying if i can go he can go too. WoW! k so now its my turn. i was wondering how to ask my dad if i could go to the night safari. after much pondering, i decided to ask him although i already knew wat his answers were gonna be. "it isnt worth it. its a place for tourists. very expensive. nothing nice to see. the animals there dangerous." and blah blah blah. . .obviously he thinks im still a kid but too bad, cant help it but to grow older faster. sigh sigh. watched ben10 anw. awesome cartoon! wished weenee happy birthday. she kinda like celebrated at house of horror at escape if im not wrong. her picts with the ghouls looks dam cool. there's Scream and Frankenstein as usual. the others were just monsters. haha!! at night i played isketch with daph! it was super fun. but everytime i got the 2nd place, GRRR. daph got 1st once, gratz. and finaly the smart one arose, tts me! hehex, i got 1st with some other kid. theres a bugger in that room tt keeps saying wtf, so irritating man. i tell him shut up he say, "make me". i showed him this, "_l_" and it really did shut him up. anw, it was quite a ok day. i need some life dude!! = l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st nov. 4gotten wat i did except knowing i played basketball and watched tokio drift. DK's car was friggin' stlyish. rich ppl!! so jealous! kekekex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day! finally my dad had a job. i was half awake and half asleep. my dad was the reason i couldnt wake up. always. but today it was a different story. his fren called him out and i woke up immediately. WOOTS! to make things better. he was called to work! finally!! after like almost more than 6mnths!! so the first thing was bathe and off to the comp. watched camp rock while eating my lunch. its a nice show, very inspiring except tt mitchy, demi, is already a star so her situation kinda cant be applied to ours whereby we're NOT stars. haha! 2moro's gonna be a boring day in school! bridging. . . .Hope to go to lan with khairul and the others, tt'll kill time, going off now, watch tv. haha! i dont sleep tt early ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great day (:&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-245115347499616408?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/245115347499616408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=245115347499616408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/245115347499616408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/245115347499616408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-for-not-posting-my-blogs-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8351721817320008928</id><published>2008-10-30T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:16:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.I'm not moving... I'm not moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People talk about the guy Who's waiting on a girl... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But a big hole in his world... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'll come running to the corner... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm not moving... I'm not moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not moving... I'm not moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not gonna move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*These lyrics are so sweet. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8351721817320008928?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8351721817320008928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8351721817320008928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8351721817320008928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8351721817320008928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-back-to-corner-where-i-first-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-8340922879850309276</id><published>2008-10-26T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:49:14.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>money is so frigging important. arrrggghhh. so many ppl wan watch movie plus some others to lan. sigh. . . .2moro will be staying at home i tink. tuesday maybe also. wed maybe go out with lindsay yann s.n then thursday maybe with weenee her sis and rebecca. dunno la. haven confirm yet. haha!! movies available, Winx Club, Madagascar 2, Quantan of Solace?? [James Bond] and isk le so its only this few we'll be watching. oh yeh plus another day maybe to go out with hilyah and the fnn ppl. woots!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-8340922879850309276?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8340922879850309276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=8340922879850309276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8340922879850309276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/8340922879850309276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-is-so-frigging-important.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5225024395484800864</id><published>2008-10-20T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:37:13.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck la arsehole!! do the shit u don wan but get the reward that time u wan. this fucking computer is the only source of my everyday entertainment. other than using this comp idk wat im gonna do liao. but my dad bloody hell go put password den become i cant use. wen u wan use tt time he wanted to give you the password but u don wan. now the password i found out myself de den u wan find me trouble. wan go kao peh to him say i use the comp. if u tink u be teacher fucking great or just because u're the eldest, tink again. since wen u ever tink of us?? almost everyday u're out either work or yr bf or church. wen u're home u sleep, boss around and life's not peaceful for me. although i complain u're mostly out, i like it this way. if u really wan kao peh to him go lor, up to you. i also cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this house so dam many tings i must tahan, if i cant tahan i early already run away lo. its just i remember my mum's word, "study hard and get a good job and move out." some of u may say how come i play with such lame and no life game, but do i have choices like u ppl?? i asked JiaHao if he can go lan play game, he ask me,"u everyday go lan not sian meh?" in the first place i where got everytime go? its been how long since i play that kind of lan game, or even go to lan. sometimes i really wan keep to myself all these kind of things but i seriously cant take it. one way or another i must let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5225024395484800864?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5225024395484800864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5225024395484800864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5225024395484800864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5225024395484800864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-la-arsehole-do-shit-u-don-wan-but.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2773000504464182569</id><published>2008-10-15T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:21:11.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kinda bored 2day. played lan alone cuz i came late and the rest left. the usual went to kar's b.day celebration at sentosa i tink. im not sure who went but i noe renny and dave went. heard tt its super fun. anw there a new game tt i recently just went to try, audi. im sure everyone will say im slow and tt it not the in game anymore but hey, im always slow. Haha!! I've only been till lvl4 tts all at the tutorials. if possible i will play if my dad goes out. anyway pls jio me out if its a fun activity. thx! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2773000504464182569?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2773000504464182569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2773000504464182569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2773000504464182569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2773000504464182569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/kinda-bored-2day.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1244463768545979379</id><published>2008-08-16T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:51:07.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bak from comp spoil vacation! &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;bored tts why nv blog. comp ok le but still nthn to blog bout. hmmm, maybe i blog bout common test? k, tuesday is chemistry and i know nthn bout it except ionic and covalent compounds. tts it, tts all i know. the equalising of formulae, wtf's tt man? maybe i fail chemistry. its so gonna pull mt physics marks down. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda been watchin' olympics b.ball. and guess wat? USA is owning ALL other countries. of cuz team USA is equivalent to NBA. USA - K.Bryant, L.James, C.Anthony, Jason.K, D.Howard, C.Boozer, C.Bosh and D.Wade. should be tts all. see? all NBA superstars! sure to champs! table tennis, s'pore's been great! Feng T.W, awesome player. very calm, doesnt loses her cool. no wonder she thrashed the south korean player to 11-4, 11-5, 11-3. i think the scoreline is like tt. (to Kareena: if you just happen to read, ps for saying bad bout korea. Peace.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this very minute, JinnJuan is nudging me on msn every now and den disturbing me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANjinnjuan just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;HANjinnjuan just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;        [Josh] - Against My Wish. . . . .            says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;HANjinnjuan says:&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;        [Josh] - Against My Wish. . . . .            says:&lt;br /&gt;wat?&lt;br /&gt;HANjinnjuan says:&lt;br /&gt;wassup&lt;br /&gt;        [Josh] - Against My Wish. . . . .            says:&lt;br /&gt;lame la&lt;br /&gt;        [Josh] - Against My Wish. . . . .            says:&lt;br /&gt;u go see yr ceiling la&lt;br /&gt;        [Josh] - Against My Wish. . . . .            says:&lt;br /&gt;????????????????&lt;br /&gt;HANjinnjuan just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;*       &lt;br /&gt;        [Josh] - Against My Wish. . . . .            says:&lt;br /&gt;u bored ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*should i? or should i not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1244463768545979379?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1244463768545979379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1244463768545979379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1244463768545979379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1244463768545979379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/bak-from-comp-spoil-vacation-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1599146502082492812</id><published>2008-08-02T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:07:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shut up dad! just bloody hell shut up! you think you very smart isit? den you come study and take my exams la! ownself don wan study make until yr brother, my uncle, must drag you to school. you tink idk isit? nabei only noe how to look down on ppl. u tink about yrself 1st la. everyday at home no do anyting, don even wan to find job, at home doing fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i got new hp let you find out, you also kaopeh. you wat sia? still stuck back at kampung life ar? cannot hear songs. say i lyk sucker, wtf sia. i doing fuck-off. wa lao eh, pls la! don come and use these kind of words on me la. wait i use back you face look lyk one fucking dog like tt.you yourself  cannot take it you tink i can meh. i dam really wan punch your face sia, i dam bueh song lea! got some mosquito bites, itchy, put hot water ti ti kaopeh lyk girl lyk tt! last time wen i got mosquito bite, waah! grab me, hold me don let me run off. you so old already cant take it, i sumore last time 4-5 years old only, i even more how to take it! you tink i wat? cant feel anything ar! since wen u tink of me? even your own mother you also scold. good frens don wan make, everytime go with ah ci. do nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you this kind lyk tt sumore wan teach me how good to how good. F.O man! F.O! you should be happy im not lyk other kids will kena influenced by frens. secondary school sure got kena at least one. i really dunno wat to say bout him sia, undescribable seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wan whack you!&lt;br /&gt;*grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1599146502082492812?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1599146502082492812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1599146502082492812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1599146502082492812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1599146502082492812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/shut-up-dad-just-bloody-hell-shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-1589281639547514217</id><published>2008-07-30T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:41:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WATS UP WITH LUKAS ROCKING ON??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im bored. . . . .so bored! Im starting to feel like Jing Yong, the no-lifer. SIGH SIGH SIGH, sian. 2moro got chemistry re-test and literature re-test. Grrrrr. Gotto do better in my lit man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;those who read this post, give me life. Lolx :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-1589281639547514217?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1589281639547514217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=1589281639547514217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1589281639547514217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/1589281639547514217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/wats-up-with-lukas-rocking-on-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-2535776848082222831</id><published>2008-07-20T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:40:09.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SIInzzKsm2I/AAAAAAAAABw/mlB4-KRe4Ks/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224782288565082978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SIInzzKsm2I/AAAAAAAAABw/mlB4-KRe4Ks/s320/DSC00006.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sup ppl. had some social studies thingy at suntec 2day. had a t-shirt. its cute with the 2 figures with no faces, most importantly its my favourite colour. pink! ''Heritage Marathon Fun On Foot". haha!! started at bout 8.30am. saw mrs tan, dave, lyn and feydric. wen i reached there dave said they were indeed going for a marathon, Movie Marathon. HAHA! joker la he. few mins later zuhir, say neng and zahra came. guess wat? they were stalking me. i came from kallang walk alone from city hall mrt all the way to to the fountain of wealth. all this while they were behind me, haha! but i didnt notice them. zahra was abit high wen she came. then the moment came. . . .the marathon started, which also means BREAKFAST TIME! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyn went to meet ____ so she left us. we went to Mac to eat. had fillet-o-fish. the rest had pancakes and eggs and dunno wat thing. all drank milo though. =) after eating, zahra left to meet elly i tink, dunno la. left zuhir, s.n, dave, feydric and me. we were deciding where to go, then we went the hmv or dunno wat cd store name la. walked about deciding if we should watch hellboy or not. zuhir dont seem to wan cuz wan save $$. he played devil may cry 4 or 5?? 4get also liao. he seemed engrossed. stayed there awhile then proceeded to mrt. he left us to go to his athletics chalet i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rest went dave house. started of with guitar hero3, dave s.n and feydric. idk how play these kind of games de, haha!! i played his ps2. it hanged?? like hell! after that we blasted songs and he played winning eleven with me. i tink he won, penatly, 1-0. pure tyco-ness. i continued playing ps2 and they played WOW. say neng was losing, and finally he lost. dave took over and started owning the ppl. 2 kills in 5min. then finally i touched his comp, hehe! they watched ah long pte. ltd. i played cs. my favourite map, stadium. played all the way till almost the show ended. dave played bt.net and i watched the movie. by then it was raining quite heavily. bout 4 plus like that. s.n fell asleep. funny la he. feydric was commenting on dave's bt.net character. and i, stuck to dave's ps2. star wars. then we decided to all go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave lent us umbrellas and his maid was dam funny, haha! dunno how describe also. we had 3 umbrellas. we planning to give him all back on monday. maybe we'll see him on monday carrying 3 umbrellas home. wonder how he look like. . . .halfway down the road to bedok, we ran. s.n say olympics. carrying the umbrella as torch. feydric blasting his phone. i running carefully, don wan wet my socks and shoes. we reached bedok mrt then feydric parted to go for church. me and s.n go makan. talked bout _____. then he accompanied me till i finish my drink, then he go interchange i took train back to tampines. saw some band ppl from ccss but dunno them. went home, walked past b.ball court. and the ppl there played like omg. k la, some were good. a handfull, the rest. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reaching home, i resumed my search for my missing earpiece. seriously sway sia. new new but lost liao. find awhile i felt tired so go sleep. ystd slept at 2, this morning woke up at 6. slept all the way till 10.30 then go lim ko-pi with lao peh. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all la, finish liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*if knowing you was a mistake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i playing basketball must definately be a mistake too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-2535776848082222831?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2535776848082222831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=2535776848082222831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2535776848082222831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/2535776848082222831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/sup-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_meXx8L-6g/SIInzzKsm2I/AAAAAAAAABw/mlB4-KRe4Ks/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6621139010600798385</id><published>2008-07-17T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:55:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging lately, haha!! just remebered my blog cuz zoie ask if i deleted my blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw first things first, dad's gonna force me cut my hair again. darn shit! dont wan sia but as long as u stay with him, u must do as he wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly. my dad has some f'kin attitude problems man! he just pops into my bedroom to check wat im doing. 1st rule: no games. 2nd: no msn chatting. 3rd: no youtube. 4th: no blogging or wasting time on comp, to him. 5th: nothing, off the comp. 6th: no music. 7th on onwards: only have h/w den can use comp. suck! TOTALLY SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basketball's been retarded. no players. see the player's attitude like fuck i also cant be bothered anymore. starting to feel like going for b.ball training is not anymore important. but i still train on my own at my house there. wats the point of training the players wen they dont treat it seriously. some f'kin boy put ear stick act like gangster tell his frens he got back-up and wat shit. if seriously so wei da spar one on one la. wat for need back-up. back-up only if u short of ppl den u diao zui. if not for wat sia. and this is b.ball training. not gangster or wat shit session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!! idk how ppl noe but seems like many ppl from 3e1 noes i lyk D. idk how they noe but who cares? its the fact, so wat if u guys noe right?? haha! hmmm. i indeed feel lyk a fool sia. everytime on msn talk to her, she only responds to wat i sent her. its lyk no conversation. or the conversation's dead. its as though im talking to myself. i question, she answers. sigh sigh sigh. . .same for hp msges sia. haiz, idk wat i can do or wat i must do. . . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6621139010600798385?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6621139010600798385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6621139010600798385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6621139010600798385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6621139010600798385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/haven-been-blogging-lately-haha-just.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-6726195958746046718</id><published>2008-07-08T20:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:52:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!! got a new hp 2day!! its the first hp i owned. the previous 2 is passed down from sisters....&lt;br /&gt;life's been normal. peaceful and quiet. no excitement, no laughter (except &lt;strong&gt;Wilbert&lt;/strong&gt;). Wilbert actually made mrs te laugh. mrs te doesnt laugh often just to let u noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biography of Mrs Te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-funny at time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-boring at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-have fun writing names on board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-loves colouring her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-doesnt smile/laugh often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-top 2 names on board &gt; feydric, wilbert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-love telling the class to copy things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ms lee teaches POA. its an easy subject but she made it hell. using all kinds of 'chim' words, the class cant understand a single word she's saying. mr ong on the other hand, teaches awesome-ly! we call him 'datok ong' or 'grandfather ong'. he uses the board to teach us. he simplifies every term and explains it in the simplest form. the beginning of the year less than half listens to him in class but he managed to make almost the whole class to listen in class. maybe u can say the whole class. he's a great teacher! studing poems now. had an example just nw which has the name D_____. any renny tt arrgghhh loudmouth say "joshua, this poem you compose one ar?" haha! as if. if only la. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've updated, ms khairiah. -,-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-6726195958746046718?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6726195958746046718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=6726195958746046718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6726195958746046718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/6726195958746046718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay-got-new-hp-2day-its-first-hp-i.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3039157772469174776</id><published>2008-06-25T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:53:55.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day school was ok, english was crap having to create a english blog. wat crap! anyway from physics onwards is quite slack. watch coach carter till that odd teacher pause it. social studies was ok. THEN ms valerie chan came in to take her stuffs then my hp put on the desk and she so sun bian de take it away. T.T but nt confiscate la, she's just playing a fool nia. haha very funny. after recess POA lesson she gave me back, haha!! she sumore laugh lyk very funny lyk tt, ask me i sad or nt tt she take away my hp. she say she wanted to check my contacts, haha!! funny la she. chemistry, last period was best, no mr chan! even though he came idk why he didnt come. mdm ra dunno wat came. had some funny crossword. den school ended. went eastpoint, had fun listening dave's ipod. went to school to play b.ball. then some childish kid who is sec4 doesnt wanna lend us ball. i mean its nt his la and besides i asked samuel already. provided he really chao he lang la! anyway we played quite awhile then crap training started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jordan came for training bt not for school. he got caught and had to go detention. poor he. started of with 30 rounds around the court, stopped at 5Laps then did 20 pushups. then continued. then had half court match, 3 on 3. during breaks, saw L.S and she always wave at me, haha!! total crap, the 3 on 3. then c.o and other performing arts ccas in the hall rehearsing. and you-dunno-who was up there too. then she was lyk walking here and there during her ''break''. can tell she kind of avoiding me again, cuz she seem to always wanna get away when she sees me. haha, i must be a creep. anyway after training wanted to and watch the rehearsal for awhile but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainey, i've posted 2day's stuffs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3039157772469174776?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3039157772469174776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3039157772469174776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3039157772469174776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3039157772469174776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/2day-school-was-ok-english-was-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3798401943720926876</id><published>2008-06-24T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:55:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day suck lyk hell. after school couldnt go eat with the sunshines cuz dad stopped working. now he's staying at home till god noes when. its gonna be school, home, eat, work, eat, tv, sleep. *sigh*. anyway 2day really suck especially few mins back, slightly b4 10pm lyk tt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis wanted to use the comp for her work, i told her im doing my own work. and so qiao, wen she came in i just finished doing it and went youtube to hear songs. then she come in lyk nobody's buisiness and &lt;strong&gt;TELL&lt;/strong&gt; me to leave the comp. wth la! and besides the time was about 9.50plus lyk tt, and i told her i'll be done by 10pm. then wtf she say "no, you not doing your work dont waste my time. your time not precious to you doesnt mean mine isnt precious to me." WTF LA!! then plus my mum who didnt noe wat happen keep telling me to go off to let her use it. and that made me even more dowan leave the comp la! F. la! but the worst is she still thinks im a childish kid. cuz last time if lyk i wan use the comp then sis wan use, i'll go and unplug the internet connection cable to 'prevent' them from using but WTF, i now how old le! i let my sis use bout slightly pass 10pm but she didnt use, she go her bf house use. then my mum thought i did something to the comp. she say "she dowan use surely you do something to it. you're my son i understand you. " wth. last time i very lazy always didnt hang up clothes they also scold, now i always hang up they say "waa now so guai ar, better stay lyk tt if not you army die ar!" you must hear them say to noe how sarcastic they sound la! lyk this also wrong lyk tt also wrong, i really dont know wat to do liao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever feel out of place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And no one understands you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So no one hears you screaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3798401943720926876?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3798401943720926876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3798401943720926876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3798401943720926876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3798401943720926876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/2day-suck-lyk-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-3766654226511163700</id><published>2008-06-20T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:36:16.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from learning my lesson in tt dumb post i made!! haha! anyway gotto tell you ppl tt recently im into this darn awesome anime called, ''Shaman King''. idk if it may sound stupid and childish to you ppl but once you watch it, im quite sure you'll love it. i'll tell you ppl bout the first episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about this extremely short guy, Marty (reminds me of those in my class), who is able to see spirits. he goes arnd telling his frens he can see them but instead getting them to think he's a gonner. then one day he saw a real boy talking and chatting with these spirits. and this guy is called, ''Yoh Asakura". unfortunately Yoh ended up in Marty's school and worse still, class. Marty was a ghost story lover but he got so darn scared of this newcomer, Yoh and his "frens". Marty kept telling his frens bout this guy Yoh and the spirits he had been seeing. and obviously none believed him. but Yoh suddenly appeared behind Marty and said, "Yeh Marty, i believe you. there are indeed spirits." from then on Yoh and Marty became best and close frens. Marty got to know more about Yoh and the spirits. Yoh told Marty tt he was a Shaman tts why he was able to interact with spitits. Amidamaru, a spirit of a brave samurai warrior. Amidamaru is Yoh's guardian ghost. a guardian ghost always has an owner, and Yoh is Amidamaru's owner. &lt;strong&gt;Done!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch the rest of the show on youtube. the english dubbed stops at episode 20. but no worries, you can carry on with the japanese version from episode 21 onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-3766654226511163700?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3766654226511163700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=3766654226511163700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3766654226511163700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/3766654226511163700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-from-learning-my-lesson-in-tt.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-986934022675555284</id><published>2008-05-28T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:12:17.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Know I'll Be There For You No Matter What Happens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the sky is blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I must enjoy the day with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the wind is blowing fiercely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I must hold you close to make you feel warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the rain is pouring heavily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I must be beside you with an umbrella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna let you know that you can use my shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Please tell me what you think of this verse or whateva you call it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many thanks. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-986934022675555284?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/986934022675555284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=986934022675555284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/986934022675555284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/986934022675555284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-sky-is-blue-i-know-that-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239103713348846572.post-5908358168611671056</id><published>2008-05-27T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:55:36.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been quite sometime since i blogged. kinda boring, tts why. read her blog lately, said she suck at b.ball. well i could teach her if she doesnt mind. =) anw i'll be more than happy to do so. the only problem is whether she wants it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tts all,&lt;br /&gt;josh;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239103713348846572-5908358168611671056?l=d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5908358168611671056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239103713348846572&amp;postID=5908358168611671056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5908358168611671056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239103713348846572/posts/default/5908358168611671056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-sweetest-girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-quite-sometime-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14674455991368621911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
