<?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-7241229009725871389</id><updated>2012-01-29T10:18:50.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letsfly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2572853504422945680</id><published>2009-01-30T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:51:22.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>packin' up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SYMcod8aHvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/idgj-2z8LLs/s1600-h/Goodbye_portrait_by_Orzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SYMcoblZQeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Alojd4EYDPw/s1600-h/Goodbye__Summer__by_DreamingPhotographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297109067642782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SYMcoblZQeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Alojd4EYDPw/s320/Goodbye__Summer__by_DreamingPhotographer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not gonna be using this anymore&lt;br /&gt;so here's&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Still with my lj though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May we meet again, soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Takecare peeeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Memories, they're sweet, yes?&lt;br /&gt;Yet sometimes, we're better of without em'&lt;br /&gt;Especially if they're makin ya all sad,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe we've gotta let go.&lt;br /&gt;For its best, like that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2572853504422945680?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2572853504422945680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2572853504422945680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2572853504422945680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2572853504422945680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/packin-up.html' title='packin&apos; up.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SYMcoblZQeI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Alojd4EYDPw/s72-c/Goodbye__Summer__by_DreamingPhotographer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4234771607713439671</id><published>2009-01-29T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:24:03.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time oh time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So much to blog about, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT SO LITTLE TIME.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4234771607713439671?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4234771607713439671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4234771607713439671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4234771607713439671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4234771607713439671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-oh-time.html' title='time oh time.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1445031535132484722</id><published>2009-01-22T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:19:06.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I ...............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I don't have the time for this anymore):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I don't even wanna write here no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I feel like deleting this dead decaying blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I am so screwed for Idk what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm just dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For reasons Idk myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe its just the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have bothered writing this at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe you shouldn't have bother to read at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe, just maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1445031535132484722?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1445031535132484722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1445031535132484722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1445031535132484722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1445031535132484722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-i.html' title='Maybe I ...............'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4040573533102486475</id><published>2009-01-07T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:27:33.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tataaa for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWQ86R39abI/AAAAAAAAA2w/6Knl1mkwJLw/s1600-h/Hockey_by_deserter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288418834367998386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWQ86R39abI/AAAAAAAAA2w/6Knl1mkwJLw/s320/Hockey_by_deserter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Picture credits to:deserter@deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just finished packing my bag.&lt;br /&gt;Will be away for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;Hockey camp this Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going off to my aunt's for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You know I wish I could be there.&lt;br /&gt;That statement, I have repeat too many times now.&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure, i'm looking forward to camp.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss the girls, especially the fat one.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss Tasvita Kassey Kalleichelven.&lt;br /&gt;Aisyah and Chandini toooo.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;See ya soon peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, takecare.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4040573533102486475?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4040573533102486475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4040573533102486475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4040573533102486475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4040573533102486475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/tataaa-for-now.html' title='tataaa for now.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWQ86R39abI/AAAAAAAAA2w/6Knl1mkwJLw/s72-c/Hockey_by_deserter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1424931092780583848</id><published>2009-01-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:34:44.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 3rd January 2009 and we're turning 6 years and a day old baby! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd day of 2009&lt;/span&gt;, 4 girls decided that it was time they went somewhere seen it has been one-hella-long-time since they last met. The venue of the day was Hort Park!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But but but, they were all so so hungry that they decided to stop by the irresistable Ramen Ten for lunch! Yummy food, here we come!&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;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;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch @ Ramen Ten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873818970526562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJNONTTk2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/auGZUctWNPk/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Red is the love love love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo shots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873015566968946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJMfcY-KHI/AAAAAAAAA14/i9RaheNQfXE/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sweet Aisyah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873010539632002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJMfJqXFYI/AAAAAAAAA1w/6ZG3OO_ewAY/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pretty Tasvita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873000757605250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJMelOJM4I/AAAAAAAAA1o/RjOJET-zGrc/s320/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bubbly Chandini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287872999314497314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJMef2FHyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/qdT_bmXUgGs/s320/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I pick you, tom yum chicken cutlet Ramen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873798697339618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJNNBxzSuI/AAAAAAAAA2A/zb88riOO08U/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Awww, just look at tas's dimples! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873804926196034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJNNY-4GUI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HPk0QWtfSn4/s320/IMG-6583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poly students have golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287873812958935858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJNN26B-zI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/DRdVzeM64Aw/s320/IMG-6585.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;JC students have black hair. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and apparently, they get a little crazy whn waiting for food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287872984701200802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJMdpZ_6aI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/hXok6lP81BM/s320/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting for our food, we ordered more food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287871945138806338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJLhIvAnkI/AAAAAAAAA1I/mG_26puGxNE/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aisyah's teriyaki chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287871924299796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJLf7GmkSI/AAAAAAAAA04/w5ftPBq1FOc/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tasvita's Kara..ge chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287871932414957330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJLgZVaFxI/AAAAAAAAA1A/6pazb9Efr7M/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chandini's chicken cutlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287871948838483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJLhWhFNcI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/wgRt3fITQms/s320/DSC00080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tom yum chicken cutlet for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287871915311449026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJLfZnnQ8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/owEI3SmfGE0/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ice mountain + bendy straws is all we need(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287869520209547186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJT_K0j7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/GDbfYjmUWfY/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Peekchas taken @ national geographic, the shop that looked like a musuem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287869515813449538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJTuytb0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/Je9ginfxcYY/s320/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hort Park, here we come!&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;/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;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287869520554441346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJUAdDOoI/AAAAAAAAA0A/glqzvGlA2lE/s320/IMG-6596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;" Ehh, where are we going people?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJTDpN-eI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ohKmulqy918/s1600-h/IMG-6597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287869504230914530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJTDpN-eI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ohKmulqy918/s320/IMG-6597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Wait wait. Check map 1st."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJTOGeapI/AAAAAAAAAzg/rCauxI-VlDQ/s1600-h/IMG-6598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287869507037981330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJJTOGeapI/AAAAAAAAAzg/rCauxI-VlDQ/s320/IMG-6598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aisyah so sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH7WKwOQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/nRElkQ-jFVI/s1600-h/IMG-6601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287867997374920962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH7WKwOQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/nRElkQ-jFVI/s320/IMG-6601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This got me laughing non stop. TAKE CARE AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287867996217448370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH7R2yl7I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/G6eIKdN_oLE/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our trademark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tasvita recycles cans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisyah recycles plastics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandini recycles papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazee ... ? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864554648483010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEy9AztMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/UkKKQjj534U/s320/IMG-6628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Ok, let's stop for a photo girls!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864570341666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEz3eWrYI/AAAAAAAAAxg/bKsw8JxJRqY/s320/IMG-6632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out the split, super unglam. TEEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEzv0hxdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SOaxyKkIlSU/s1600-h/IMG-6631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864568287184338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEzv0hxdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SOaxyKkIlSU/s320/IMG-6631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why the shy faces anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEzal4VoI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1YbOldlMGSU/s1600-h/IMG-6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864562588604034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEzal4VoI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/1YbOldlMGSU/s320/IMG-6630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They wanted to do the pouty face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I couldn't and ended up laughing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEzKLLJaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/fnzZiZjEQIo/s1600-h/IMG-6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864558181623202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEzKLLJaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/fnzZiZjEQIo/s320/IMG-6629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, finally a decent shot.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH6KJvrQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DdXX1p6Vhac/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287867976969596162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH6KJvrQI/AAAAAAAAAzA/DdXX1p6Vhac/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they the sweetest thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 3 lovely lunas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287867968293931170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH5p1TiKI/AAAAAAAAAy4/TACBvPLLqMs/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our mini-picnic. Apple juice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287866678212029474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJGuj5z7CI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ddaHD77xrc0/s320/DSC00101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chandini didn't notice tas leg hanging beside her at first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bubbly and blur! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287866692232833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJGvYIoayI/AAAAAAAAAyw/VH4-1lx3HOU/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chameleon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287866675868909202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJGubLKvpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/EgZKKCOhSLA/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hot sassy momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287866665886933426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJGt1_R4bI/AAAAAAAAAyY/W5rdDCWRKf4/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJGtBGOrGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LfRXn8ZmFFg/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287866651689004130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJGtBGOrGI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LfRXn8ZmFFg/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aisyah aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEdVv5_mI/AAAAAAAAAw4/PaM_ZBX6S8Y/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864183331356258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEdVv5_mI/AAAAAAAAAw4/PaM_ZBX6S8Y/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they wandered off to i wonder where. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864155883891394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEbvf66sI/AAAAAAAAAwY/eTqpnBTFnMo/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chandini's mtv shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864161965408818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEcGJ3gjI/AAAAAAAAAwg/hFBPfrHbukg/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aisyah's mtv shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864166651650386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEcXnJ4VI/AAAAAAAAAwo/Zj6cJBtUBSE/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287864177557329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJEdAPRVUI/AAAAAAAAAww/IkcYxHVTIrY/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;super unglam moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had our random blues):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287862829995685282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJDOkLidaI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6DYOj1EodZY/s320/IMG-6672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287862830387585346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJDOlo-YUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/swTuSm_6184/s320/IMG-6671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287862825091893378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJDOR6YiII/AAAAAAAAAv4/nzAvwzo2KrI/s320/IMG-6670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287862823318664610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJDOLTnNaI/AAAAAAAAAvw/CKMIQBKuYrs/s320/IMG-6669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're back to our wacky selves soon after(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBdlXfegI/AAAAAAAAAvY/IybJN7f1kLc/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860888989039106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBdlXfegI/AAAAAAAAAvY/IybJN7f1kLc/s200/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBcAZpI8I/AAAAAAAAAvI/zwbUaOMc3Qw/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860861886079938" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBcAZpI8I/AAAAAAAAAvI/zwbUaOMc3Qw/s200/DSC00094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBcgwWFXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eZfYqMSjEYI/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860870571234674" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBcgwWFXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eZfYqMSjEYI/s200/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBeF5gypI/AAAAAAAAAvg/MihNEZ1q1Lk/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860897721666194" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBeF5gypI/AAAAAAAAAvg/MihNEZ1q1Lk/s200/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_rKqOp6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/X69h-UOI_rQ/s1600-h/IMG-6658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858923314784162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_rKqOp6I/AAAAAAAAAvA/X69h-UOI_rQ/s200/IMG-6658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_qiLJ7MI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jEkKZ19b0QA/s1600-h/IMG-6666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858912447032514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_qiLJ7MI/AAAAAAAAAu4/jEkKZ19b0QA/s200/IMG-6666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_qWkPOTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5jgoufNCrcg/s1600-h/DSC00107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858909331011890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_qWkPOTI/AAAAAAAAAuw/5jgoufNCrcg/s200/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_pjKuPSI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WiCjPGdG3ng/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858895533784354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_pjKuPSI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WiCjPGdG3ng/s200/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_ozlWt_I/AAAAAAAAAug/zAu6TTiXOzw/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287858882760587250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI_ozlWt_I/AAAAAAAAAug/zAu6TTiXOzw/s200/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBeKF4ELI/AAAAAAAAAvo/t6ynyCtZCcw/s1600-h/IMG-6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860898847264946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJBeKF4ELI/AAAAAAAAAvo/t6ynyCtZCcw/s200/IMG-6659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qZIeM2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ufX6HsirGjY/s1600-h/IMG-6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853412461720418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qZIeM2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ufX6HsirGjY/s320/IMG-6661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's fatter than a cow? HAHAHA.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qZIeM2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ufX6HsirGjY/s1600-h/IMG-6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qhnWilI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3xlB9olsjck/s1600-h/IMG-6663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853414738725458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qhnWilI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3xlB9olsjck/s320/IMG-6663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ants ants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qtDQeUI/AAAAAAAAAto/pw1ZuVuRFOI/s1600-h/IMG-6664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853417808558402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qtDQeUI/AAAAAAAAAto/pw1ZuVuRFOI/s320/IMG-6664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qPuMQLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AFBYAsmdO6I/s1600-h/IMG-6665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853409935573170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qPuMQLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AFBYAsmdO6I/s320/IMG-6665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Awww, you cute little thing come here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Lemme do your hair for ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHANDINI, WHY YOU LIKE SO SCARED LIDDAAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287845400347913074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIzYBrrq3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/sn5KzA0LtzU/s320/IMG-6674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI6qZIeM2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/ufX6HsirGjY/s1600-h/IMG-6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287845389339566786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIzXYrFosI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Ujulgu25t1M/s320/IMG-6680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287845380533071698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIzW33dL1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/WKZ7FDx5Kys/s320/IMG-6679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Timer all set(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287849673170872274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWI3QvMD59I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Nc-g8-2tIcs/s320/IMG-6682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843539829481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIxruthYEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I4jB0jqD1do/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The fountain had 4 chairs, just nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843555103553874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIxsnnJOVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/GCvD8oYt8zw/s320/IMG-6687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; While we were walking home ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843557005520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIxsusm74I/AAAAAAAAAsg/Rw89XB5w54o/s320/IMG-6688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandini realised that there was a paparazi following us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that angry face. FIERCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843545985852514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIxsFpUJGI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7j9Y_JzgM1k/s320/IMG-6689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried replicating the little girl .. but her mum noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287867987305147170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJH6wp7qyI/AAAAAAAAAzI/I87_CpF-nzY/s320/DSC00092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;faved pic of the day(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd january 2009 marks 6 years 1 day of friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy girls, really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls, its amazing how far we've come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I say I love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287862834663020434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJDO1kUV5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FDSS2ZyimOc/s320/IMG-6640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" That's all folks! " (I'm still trying hard on that pouty face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287843564232306002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWIxtJnm7VI/AAAAAAAAAso/TOnTtYY_rRE/s320/IMG-6692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AND HEY. I'M NOT USELESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a no smoking sign on my lid kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go green, stop the smoking.&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;strong&gt;takecare&lt;/strong&gt; peeps(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1424931092780583848?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1424931092780583848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1424931092780583848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1424931092780583848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1424931092780583848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-3rd-january-2009-and-were-turning-6.html' title='Its 3rd January 2009 and we&apos;re turning 6 years and a day old baby! &lt;3'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWJNONTTk2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/auGZUctWNPk/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4720793557429337306</id><published>2009-01-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:16:40.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet preview.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWF6uMWVAfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/dc35bVQyZoA/s1600-h/IMG-6635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWF6uMWVAfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/dc35bVQyZoA/s400/IMG-6635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287642371517121010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll  update pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime, I love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the three of you up there!&lt;br /&gt;Always will kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4720793557429337306?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4720793557429337306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4720793557429337306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4720793557429337306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4720793557429337306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-preview.html' title='A sweet preview.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SWF6uMWVAfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/dc35bVQyZoA/s72-c/IMG-6635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6898095301484858178</id><published>2009-01-04T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:31:37.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its already 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SV-Q8Ks65aI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-OGrg3VzRhE/s1600-h/Motorsiklet_by_fulltimelover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287103850895566242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SV-Q8Ks65aI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-OGrg3VzRhE/s400/Motorsiklet_by_fulltimelover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Picture credits to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:fulltimelover@deviantart"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fulltimelover@deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s the motorcycle drove along the pavement, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept very quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His little speech kept playing in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was I really that selfish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept asking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldnt't help biting my lips, so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to stop them tears from falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I figured he wouldn't see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so the wind wiped them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Just be mentally prepared. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what was I to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All this while, I've been too caught up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My own social circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I chose to cling on to those who I knew would do fine without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was always too busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I should have been busy studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I should have been busy doing something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I neglected thoose who were always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me.&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;So I'll do my part now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, I beg of you to give me the strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To lead me in making the right decisions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to give me the power to fight the wrong ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to guide me, in every other thing that I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seek your guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to you, I ask for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the many wrongs that i've done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with or without knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do my part now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the only thing I ask for is your blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well as they say, cherish the moment, seize the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well hey, its already &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6898095301484858178?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6898095301484858178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6898095301484858178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6898095301484858178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6898095301484858178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-already-2009.html' title='Its already 2009.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SV-Q8Ks65aI/AAAAAAAAAqo/-OGrg3VzRhE/s72-c/Motorsiklet_by_fulltimelover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2710904045126586067</id><published>2009-01-03T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:06:02.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my hands, we'll sing em' sorrows away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SV5WNNH0nyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/49-RCqw-Nnk/s1600-h/Siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286757797440298786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SV5WNNH0nyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/49-RCqw-Nnk/s400/Siblings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pictures credits to: Neenah 1111 @deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; greeted you with a smile, all excited I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Look at my new skin ", I told you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You looked at me, with thoose droopy eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then you walked away, with the faintest of smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stared hopelessly at your back. &lt;em&gt;Is that you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y once-bestfriend. Playmate, cycling buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you started talking, your voice started cracking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, tears started rolling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't, rather I couldn't see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I could feel your pain, just this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've made a mistake, I failed to see who you truly are deep down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, to know what you're going through now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; looked up at you, as I lay close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I saw them, sadness in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You looked away, somewhere far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears, they rolled off my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I not know?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; watched as you stood still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You seemed lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost in your own thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afraid, I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I held your hand, please know that I'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll go through this together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need you, we all do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dear Allah, please help us stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2710904045126586067?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2710904045126586067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2710904045126586067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2710904045126586067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2710904045126586067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-my-hands-well-sing-em-sorrows-away.html' title='Take my hands, we&apos;ll sing em&apos; sorrows away.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SV5WNNH0nyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/49-RCqw-Nnk/s72-c/Siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2760534955426558475</id><published>2009-01-01T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:50:26.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start fresh, take it from the top now(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;" 2009 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year?&lt;br /&gt;Proper update later, prolly at night.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2760534955426558475?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2760534955426558475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2760534955426558475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2760534955426558475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2760534955426558475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-start-fresh-take-it-from-top-now.html' title='Let&apos;s start fresh, take it from the top now(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5029123604916308307</id><published>2008-12-15T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:18:26.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a brothersheep birthday!    (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SUVNG0Qs9UI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cmYbljNTGvc/s1600-h/Bryan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 409px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SUVNG0Qs9UI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cmYbljNTGvc/s400/Bryan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279710917665027394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YAN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year 1 month 1 day after me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO,&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;CSE PROPOSAL DEADLINE THOUGH):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates, coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5029123604916308307?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5029123604916308307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5029123604916308307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5029123604916308307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5029123604916308307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-brothersheep-birthday.html' title='Its a brothersheep birthday!    (:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SUVNG0Qs9UI/AAAAAAAAAqY/cmYbljNTGvc/s72-c/Bryan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-384636587679011937</id><published>2008-12-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:46:55.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;" I'm back, alive baby alive! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/ST6vePXJVhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Flth6o3fD78/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/ST6vePXJVhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Flth6o3fD78/s400/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277848747379349010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20th November 2008, sentosa date with loveliest clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Catching up,&lt;br /&gt;with schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently working on a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;A proper update,&lt;br /&gt;soon maybe.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meantime,&lt;br /&gt;All the single ladies, put em' hands up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woah oh oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All together now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Bet tas that camel will be wth-ing reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Sunday &amp;amp; today babe(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-384636587679011937?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/384636587679011937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=384636587679011937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/384636587679011937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/384636587679011937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-and-goodbye.html' title='Hello and goodbye.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/ST6vePXJVhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Flth6o3fD78/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6330108290797902545</id><published>2008-11-26T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:30:33.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSyjClACrQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_i3bUv_Tn2k/s1600-h/Soul_Searching_by_Cristosea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 613px; height: 409px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSyjClACrQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_i3bUv_Tn2k/s320/Soul_Searching_by_Cristosea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272768528431361282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credits to Cristosea@deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an early morning today, filled with hugs and more hugs.&lt;br /&gt;Rather sad, my family won't be sending me off ):&lt;br /&gt;Even my brother gave me a hug before he left for work.&lt;br /&gt;And so we said hello to the tears.&lt;br /&gt;Momsie dropped me a message.&lt;br /&gt;I have the most adorable mum in the whole wide world,most wonderful too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss em' family.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my super bibik.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss the 3 lovely lunas.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss FFFF.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my brothersheeps.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you,&lt;br /&gt;whoever you may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will y'all miss me too?&lt;br /&gt;Takecare, see you.&lt;br /&gt;Soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dearest clown, I'm sorry I can't be here for you at this point of time. I know life has been very demanding on you lately. But hey, I'll always keep you in my prayers wherever I go. And hopefully, there'll be good news when I'm back yea? You should be enjoying in chalet later, damn I miss you already. Here's the Lemon Tree song for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Something tells me, that yesterday was just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I miss yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;now where's the call you promised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SHEDAH%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6330108290797902545?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6330108290797902545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6330108290797902545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6330108290797902545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6330108290797902545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-goodbye.html' title='I love you, goodbye.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSyjClACrQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_i3bUv_Tn2k/s72-c/Soul_Searching_by_Cristosea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2529535104953856896</id><published>2008-11-23T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:36:55.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends, oh aren't they the sweetest thing one can ask for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week has truly been the week filled with ups and downs. Fortunately, the ups =  the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, as soon as I posted my previous post, which was Tuesday morning. My sister came asking me whether I wanted to accompany her to the place-for-sick-people;hospital. My dearest brother was under observation. Was quite panicky, this is the first time ever since we were in primary school. So off we went. And they left me @ the hospital, yes, alone for the next 7 hours. Quite sad actually, I didn't know what to do. Wait? Should I take a little peek at him? Well sitting at the waiting area did got me thinking, way too much. Flashbacks, before falling asleep. I could have gotten a frost bite, thanks to the vvvvvv.low temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Somehow, I got closer to my brother again. Like yay! He bought prata for me for our lunch. And guess what, we had cooking session in the wee hours, cooking our favourite fried rice and nuggets. And there were music sessions too. Just like the good old days uh. I am thankful,happy that he's alright noe. Doing way way better. Let's just hope things stay this way, insyaAllah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday, things got a weeeee bit better for me. You want to know why? Because pitch training was the bombbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbs. Being so so very smart, most of the girls didnt bring our change of clothes for training. So guess what our reactions were when coach kept  training despite the heavy heavy rain? Crazy or what? But boy didn't we have fun? We were like leaking everywhere. Can squeeze water seh! Happy times. Sausage roll!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended on a sad note though. I'm just utterly dissapointed, speechless by whatever that has been happening. Fortunately, the brilliant plan of going to sentosa with lovely clown, tas, hit me. And yeaaap, we were off to sentosa the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every date with this special clown of mine is indeed memorable. Thank god the day was so so sunny, with no no rain. Well, this outing is overdued, like its almost been a year yea tas? Its amazing how she never fails to brighten my day, even though she's not having the best of times herself(: Thank you, you clown. I miss you so so so so much already. Won't you come and spend more time with me someday? I'll blog more about this, maybe tm or something, peeekchas included , I promise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's training was the bomb. Two trainings in one day, crazy or what! Police training was fun fun fun. I'm super happy and gay, because i'm so in love with the coach! He's good. And super adorable! His catchphrase &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aduhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt; and then he does some rocker-thing with the hockey stick. You tell me, cute or what? And he even signals to me in Malay during the game seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ahh Fazee, lari atas. Kiri kiri kiri! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KitMan is the hot potato.&lt;br /&gt;Brown on the outside, yellow on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's outing with FFFF was a blast too, thanks to Chanel and Hilton who got this all planned out. Thanks also to the guys that came down to Chanel brother's shop. Funny fun fun fun times! I want some more. More about this another day. Peekchas is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hope you'll stay strong. I know its hard. But you know, someone once told me be strong for me and i'll be strong for you. And hey you, be strong for ___ and ___ will be strong for you too. Of course, i'll never stop praying for the both of you, may god soften that someone's heart. You know I'm always here, for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Don't forget to eat kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2529535104953856896?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2529535104953856896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2529535104953856896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2529535104953856896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2529535104953856896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-oh-arent-they-sweetest-thing.html' title='friends, oh aren&apos;t they the sweetest thing one can ask for?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4015181368585825218</id><published>2008-11-18T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:42:36.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrations yayyyyyyy(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, its been quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Been busy like a bee, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start, get ready for a whole lot of peekchas people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday,13thNovember2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day being a silly sixteen year old was spent with my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;one and only brothersheeps(sisterlurbxzzzxz where seh?TSK.)&lt;br /&gt;Augustine, Benjamin, Bryan, Aizat, Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;I just spotted something. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;SEE PROPERLY AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ugustine, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;enjamin, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ryan, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;izat, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;lvin&lt;/span&gt;. ABBA(A) BOYS. t&lt;br /&gt;sktsktsk. Or maybe ABABA?&lt;br /&gt;Fine L and I you get ALIBABA!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaOxTg_AI/AAAAAAAAAlA/byb5toZ1WaY/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaOxTg_AI/AAAAAAAAAlA/byb5toZ1WaY/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269662617544227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaOlLEm4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/s1pNO5oCyzk/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaOlLEm4I/AAAAAAAAAk4/s1pNO5oCyzk/s320/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269662614287588226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So anyway, the day was spent @ Secret Recipe IMM! Yummy food with yummy people. Hahaha. Had a great time, catching up over dinner. Food was great, though I couldn't finish mine. Ben ordered the kids meal yo! It was hillarious, how he made the waiter giggle by asking whether he was entitled to order a kids meal. While waiting for the bill, * I'm gettin excited typing this one out* the lights started to dim, and the waiter-with-the-slang came out with a slice of chocolate cake and tadaaaa, he sang the birthday song. No wonder Ben and Augustine(yes,augustine) kept conversing in cheeeeena language. Thanks Ben, for the wonderful Chris Brown mini-concert eh! HMPIGS! Ahhhh, the little things that make me smile. So I made a wish* Augustine asked me to wish for something, which I thought was quite funny, but quite mean too ah. You know I know. And no, I don't miss you(refer to tagboard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaQGlvwZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pJ3JEvaLp6E/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaQGlvwZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/pJ3JEvaLp6E/s320/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269662640437707154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement. Product: Aizat gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb8mK4udI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WP-v1c6dQRg/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb8mK4udI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WP-v1c6dQRg/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269664504340855250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb824yfhI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kY2PnzMsemA/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb824yfhI/AAAAAAAAAlo/kY2PnzMsemA/s320/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269664508828352018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggyback time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb9MMDHUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YAosD6a4Y7E/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb9MMDHUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YAosD6a4Y7E/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269664514546277698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb9gZT1-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZbR4WPBWlzg/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb9gZT1-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/ZbR4WPBWlzg/s320/DSC00049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269664519970609122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on Bryan's face was priceless. Why scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdhwGYULI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1wOHWwh3xh0/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdhwGYULI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1wOHWwh3xh0/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269666242173096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb9ckDRnI/AAAAAAAAAl4/VJJyqJiZ028/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGb9ckDRnI/AAAAAAAAAl4/VJJyqJiZ028/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269664518941918834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdhOrJQqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5XzxbnEPd80/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdhOrJQqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5XzxbnEPd80/s320/DSC00053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269666233200493218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman, batman, somemore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdhbQmGBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2WeIKFrp3z4/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdhbQmGBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2WeIKFrp3z4/s320/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269666236578797586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight fight, more more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdis5fy8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/zBJ0nJeeKtI/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdis5fy8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/zBJ0nJeeKtI/s320/DSC00023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269666258493623234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdi6sPViI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3Vd9kn2PZpI/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGdi6sPViI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3Vd9kn2PZpI/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269666262196114978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many fishes in the pond, so why worry?&lt;/span&gt; Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I do miss all of you luh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am still smiling now, each time I think of the cake, the song,the people.&lt;br /&gt;The lepaking session was great too:D&lt;br /&gt;So here's my thank you to my brothersheeeeps for being so sweeet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 14November2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, finally seventeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;Had a happy happy morning, with a happy happy note to self.&lt;br /&gt;You know, somethings just made me truly feel,&lt;br /&gt;that god is fair(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was to have a makan session @ Marina Square's Seoul Garden! Was very excited, getting ready for the dinner with dearest sister of mine. So finally we're out of the house, waited for momsie @ JE. Hahahah. Guess who I bumped into? Surprise surprise. But anyways, made our way. To city hall. One word, bloated. Thanks to momsie for the dinner! Its been a while since I saw her laugh so hard. Thank you god(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhI4R1WhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/pjx29Y3Rns8/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhI4R1WhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/pjx29Y3Rns8/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670212918401554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhJ0Hh-EI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zJnprevolck/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhJ0Hh-EI/AAAAAAAAAnI/zJnprevolck/s320/DSC00146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670228981315650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhKO97YpI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/OGvSlzLxGls/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhKO97YpI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/OGvSlzLxGls/s320/DSC00147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670236188795538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhJaPPunI/AAAAAAAAAnA/k1t11o9pifU/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhJaPPunI/AAAAAAAAAnA/k1t11o9pifU/s320/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670222034352754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhJMC74XI/AAAAAAAAAm4/o3K6uPrhpBM/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGhJMC74XI/AAAAAAAAAm4/o3K6uPrhpBM/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269670218224623986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone had to try on abang's goofy specs.&lt;br /&gt;Just look @ momsie! Cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner of Ms Goofy 2008 goes to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjbp1LURI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AMpMkXyCfks/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjbp1LURI/AAAAAAAAAnY/AMpMkXyCfks/s320/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672734480879890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiqahhhhh! TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjb2tEocI/AAAAAAAAAng/fxw6kBeqlK0/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjb2tEocI/AAAAAAAAAng/fxw6kBeqlK0/s320/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672737936548290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjcvuq8oI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1RFPvdw1KpE/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjcvuq8oI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1RFPvdw1KpE/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672753244074626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjdVZNjmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dHaTrM8K2tE/s1600-h/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjdVZNjmI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dHaTrM8K2tE/s320/DSC00193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672763354615394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGkz9OH4CI/AAAAAAAAAoA/96pRJbqR61c/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGkz9OH4CI/AAAAAAAAAoA/96pRJbqR61c/s320/DSC00194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269674251514273826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGk0Hic3zI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pz0HsMSEtLo/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGk0Hic3zI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pz0HsMSEtLo/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269674254283890482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGk0VpoRjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-yRp4-mPW3s/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGk0VpoRjI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/-yRp4-mPW3s/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269674258072094258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call, sista love yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjcY1JP1I/AAAAAAAAAno/O5ml7Iy5dK8/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGjcY1JP1I/AAAAAAAAAno/O5ml7Iy5dK8/s320/DSC00160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269672747097210706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT OR WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn8kfT6zI/AAAAAAAAApw/Qa7MZwAZn7I/s1600-h/Photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn8kfT6zI/AAAAAAAAApw/Qa7MZwAZn7I/s320/Photographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269677698029185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I bring this baby home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmcKAeWJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/sxSbY7M_Uxs/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmcKAeWJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/sxSbY7M_Uxs/s320/DSC00234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676041653082258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmbsi27lI/AAAAAAAAAow/tr6Kv2t0H88/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmbsi27lI/AAAAAAAAAow/tr6Kv2t0H88/s320/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676033744236114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGk0qbEIKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TQYh-YVM-7s/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGk0qbEIKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TQYh-YVM-7s/s320/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269674263648149666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright, spotlights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmcuIa9YI/AAAAAAAAApA/YmPcpjkBXr0/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmcuIa9YI/AAAAAAAAApA/YmPcpjkBXr0/s320/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676051350091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will always be girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmbbZ3OnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PDxjcEjRoxo/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGmbbZ3OnI/AAAAAAAAAoo/PDxjcEjRoxo/s320/DSC00210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269676029143104114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family w/o papa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn630T2VI/AAAAAAAAApQ/nsoQMIQHCig/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn630T2VI/AAAAAAAAApQ/nsoQMIQHCig/s320/DSC00206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269677668857796946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn8A0q4LI/AAAAAAAAApg/kZcsEORsP8I/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn8A0q4LI/AAAAAAAAApg/kZcsEORsP8I/s320/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269677688455094450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imitation seh:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn744ZmNI/AAAAAAAAApY/PMjMRFPlZ5s/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn744ZmNI/AAAAAAAAApY/PMjMRFPlZ5s/s320/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269677686323255506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn8eIfeII/AAAAAAAAApo/GGKL8-pUzhc/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGn8eIfeII/AAAAAAAAApo/GGKL8-pUzhc/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269677696322861186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy girl, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday,15November2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to do volunteer work with dearest Mr Safhras Khan(abg boy)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Collect money @ some school. Well, it was quite an experience actually. And then we headed toheadquarters. He drove me around, showing me all thoose big houses, some of which were used for shows before. Ahhh, big houses are nice. Then he decided to treat me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Popeyes!&lt;/span&gt; YAY! So we ate, mashed potato is the bomb! And we talked a little, him seeing all the stewardess reminded him of a someone from the past. Emirates lady, imagine having someone calling you from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dubai &lt;/span&gt;each night just so she can sing you a song? Lucky or what, you tell me. And I enjoyed the long drive home, falling to a deep deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look ma, i'm growing fatter with all the food. Time to burn it, all together now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;A pleasant surprise, yes it was. But its funny and hard to imagine that the person who sat next to you was someone ever so close to you, but now it felt like we just known each other through friendster. Laugh it off? You tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7241229009725871389-4015181368585825218?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4015181368585825218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4015181368585825218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4015181368585825218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4015181368585825218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrations-yayyyyyyy.html' title='celebrations yayyyyyyy(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SSGaOxTg_AI/AAAAAAAAAlA/byb5toZ1WaY/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8939499026017278014</id><published>2008-11-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:12:24.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeeeeeeen(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyXCeufWTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rNzLrhy6VZw/s1600-h/Seventeen%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyXCeufWTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rNzLrhy6VZw/s320/Seventeen%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268251732980226354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! A happy seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wishes people.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, fazee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8939499026017278014?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8939499026017278014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8939499026017278014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8939499026017278014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8939499026017278014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/seventeeeeeeen.html' title='Seventeeeeeeen(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyXCeufWTI/AAAAAAAAAkw/rNzLrhy6VZw/s72-c/Seventeen%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1619340557852283922</id><published>2008-11-14T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:12:40.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thank you's .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A LONG POST. WARNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being at the after-prom-party at this time last year, partying my life away. Well, that was the after life of a i-just-finished-o's student. Ahh, thoose were the days, weren't they? Who doesn't remember em', lovely lovely days? Sweet sixteen, well they always say. Sweet, yes/no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start off, I remember having to suffer from a great great great fall a couple months back. Well, one of the greatest was in December of course. You know, till today, sometimes I would wake up hoping that it didn't happen, well at least I did for quite some time. I remember feeling very very lost, felt like god took the light away from my world back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days weren't exactly easy to go through. But reading through the old posts back @ my old blog and the current one did help. Well, the days away from this computer did help, thank god(: You know, life has always been full of ups and downs, so they say. But i'm really thankful, recalling all that has happened this year, I realise that no matter what, I always had someone there for me(well,most of the time), to sit me through the unwanted parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRx6s6Tvs6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/y5boacbIWWg/s1600-h/18-05-08_0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRx6s6Tvs6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/y5boacbIWWg/s320/18-05-08_0823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268220576101544866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our favourite photo, cause we look kiddy, means young seh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, I met this pretty someone who lives just a few blocks away, and that girl is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss Chanel Yong Kit Man&lt;/span&gt;. I remember the days girl, those talks we had @ the bball court. The sorrows and joy that we shared, I'll never forget em'. You know, I thank god, that we got this close after almost ten years of knowing each other. Girl, please know, that I'll always be here for you, no matter what. And yes, I enjoy the times we gossiped, talking about h for heartbreaks(oops). There's only so much I can do, but here's a thank you just for you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyOFc6SB8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZTd9cz4Mnro/s1600-h/ffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyOFc6SB8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/ZTd9cz4Mnro/s320/ffff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268241888427771842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FFFF with personal photographer, Mr EK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got pretty close to my 3 other quarters in school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FFFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KitMan, LJ, Nicole&lt;/span&gt;, you guys will always be the happiest bunch of people I know of. Happy, I like. Though things may not be the same anymore, you know, I hope we'll stick together as one kae, no matter what. Because you girls make Pj a whole lot happier place to be in. Four Forever Fat Friends, see the word forever? Cause we'll forever be there for one another, yes? Here's many thanks to the three of you for the awesome life I have in Peeeeej.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRx-8cCMQAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AFFz3oHoG9U/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRx-8cCMQAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AFFz3oHoG9U/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268225240899272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my no.1 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Benjamin Koh&lt;/span&gt; by my side, all this while too. You know, you're the first one who approached me ever since then. And you were the first one to show that you really care. You know, sometimes I forget all the worries I have cause whatever happened, it sure brought me this lot closer to you. And Ben, the times spent shopping talking walking nonsense-ing, they're really worth so much. The little things you do never fail to make my day, especially with your random smses. I remember when you told me this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you free? One day I bring you go out, go play kae." &lt;/span&gt;That was then, when life was so sucky with school work being so unbearable. Thank you Ben, for you've never failed to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Like you always say, you'll always be my baby!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE1VIBZkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4e4r_9KahJI/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE1VIBZkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4e4r_9KahJI/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268231715855361602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE18ro7RI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FGETic32jPQ/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE18ro7RI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FGETic32jPQ/s320/DSC00002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268231726473735442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE2vLgPhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1pm6sTGwhNQ/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE2vLgPhI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1pm6sTGwhNQ/s320/DSC00004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268231740029156882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE23rplWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2vaJW0vBvLQ/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE23rplWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/2vaJW0vBvLQ/s320/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268231742311470434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE3Rpuc6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/qBUOyFzzhDY/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyE3Rpuc6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/qBUOyFzzhDY/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268231749282722722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not forgetting my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brothersheeeps&amp;amp;sisterloves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(?) From oldest to youngest, Ben, Augustine, Aizat, Alvin, Bryan. I really enjoyed myself just now. Thanks for spending my last sixteenth-year day with me you guys.You know, though we don't get to meet up often, I really love every single meet ups with the bunch of you, cause you never fail to make me smile each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, the youngest one, thank you for every little jokes that you once made.  Know that I'll always be here for you k, don't ever doubt that. Let's have more talks about A(You know who) No. where boy? Kidding. To&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Alvin&lt;/span&gt;, the slow one, Happy Advanced seventeen! 4 more days, you're gonna be one year older.To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aizat&lt;/span&gt;, the sachok one, its been quite some time since I last saw you. So happy to hear that you're finally with ... Last longggggg(: And hey, fireworks for your next b'dae. To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustine&lt;/span&gt;, abang handsome!, thank you so much to you for every single piece of advice that you gave me. For the talks, you listening to my dreadful stories, thank you for always being there too. Hey, Iwill remember what you said while I was making my wish just now ah ... HAHAHA. May you get your license soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop smoking all of you, hmpigs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyMO9dnFVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/969_cYXnY_Y/s1600-h/tasbdae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyMO9dnFVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/969_cYXnY_Y/s320/tasbdae2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268239852761453906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyMMyCl6PI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VIKHbMBlUnI/s1600-h/tasbdae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyMMyCl6PI/AAAAAAAAAjw/VIKHbMBlUnI/s320/tasbdae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268239815335602418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;@ tas b'dae surprise, remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A special bunch of people who has always been there ever since way back then. They are non other than the e2 clique. Thanks Aida,Benjamin,Dianne,Diyanah,Hazlin ... for the every single meet up sessions , be it birthdays or just sitting @ mc' cafe. I'm so happy to see that we're all doing fine, in our different schools. Please keep in touch lovelies, for I never want to lose the few of you. See ya'll soon, chalet maybe?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyUVW6psRI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rCL6pKbkgJM/s1600-h/DSC00174-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyUVW6psRI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rCL6pKbkgJM/s320/DSC00174-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268248758766383378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three ultimate happy-pills, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my lovely lunas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Aisyah, Chandini and Tasvita. The three of you have been vvv. wonderful indeed, simply the best girlfriends one can ever ask for. You know, though we can't meet up as often as we did, please know that I'll always be more than willing to sacrifice my weekends just so we can sit by the beach, or watch the stars. The talks that we have, you know they really are what I call girl-talk. Thanks alot, girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyPGFWKb4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/02CvFtUive0/s1600-h/07-06-08_1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyPGFWKb4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/02CvFtUive0/s320/07-06-08_1705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242998793760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyPF1aY8uI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JAz9_p_5CFo/s1600-h/07-06-08_1704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyPF1aY8uI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JAz9_p_5CFo/s320/07-06-08_1704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268242994516521698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyPGUkbtUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DsnE7Q-NPIQ/s1600-h/07-06-08_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyPGUkbtUI/AAAAAAAAAkY/DsnE7Q-NPIQ/s320/07-06-08_1706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268243002880144706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisyah&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so happy to see you so so happy with mataHARI. I'll always pray that the two of you last long ayte? For the priceless late night talks that we use to have back @ the playground , I thank you for never failing to lend a listening ear. Well please know that if you ever ever ever need a listening ear, mine's available alright? To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chandini,&lt;/span&gt; my Batok girl, I'll always remember the talks we have while heading back from wherever, especially from the MRT back home. Not forgetting, the countless times you say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You be careful ah. Dark seh, message me when you're home k"&lt;/span&gt; when we are parting. Adorable or what? And to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasvita&lt;/span&gt;, my favourite clown in the whole wide world, hasn't it been a long journey? You know, I will never forget thoose times, fooling around on the phone, or a JE station, never will I forget you. You know, as we headed to different schools, you to JJ, me to Pj, I always thought that the distant between us would keep growing, so much that we're only drift apart. But you proved me wrong on Tuesday. The talks that we had @ your comfy sofa, boy weren't they enough to get us to where we were before we parted? Thank you Tas, for you've always been my pillar of strength, the one who knocks some sense into my head and the one who never fears to disagree when she thinks I'm wrong. You know I love you, and you and you.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mama papa kakak abang adik and bibik, I feel so blessed to be in this famiy.&lt;br /&gt;OK, THIS ONE LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;Syukur alhamdulillah to Allah for making it possible for me to celebrate another year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, to all the memory that he let me have. For even the bittermost memories had a meaning, a learning point, that kept me going. And for blessing me with my family, friends that I have. For giving me the strength even at my worst days, for keeping me strong. Insyaallah, i'll get stronger by the day with his guidance. Dear Allah, I'll be sitting for my big A's this year. Please keep me strong, away from all distractions, so that I can keep myself focused and make mama and papa proud.Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyUvUObKeI/AAAAAAAAAko/yu-C9wZohaE/s1600-h/At+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRyUvUObKeI/AAAAAAAAAko/yu-C9wZohaE/s320/At+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268249204720609762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you you you, anyone at all, I thank you for going through the year with me.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to my seventeeeeen life(:&lt;br /&gt;Seven-thin can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hey you, thank you for the email, for keeping to the promise(: Though reality was harsh at first, well i'm glad we're in talking terms at least. And don't worry, i'll stay strong, watch me. Fazee's strong kae..All the best, takecare(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1619340557852283922?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1619340557852283922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1619340557852283922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1619340557852283922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1619340557852283922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-yous.html' title='The thank you&apos;s .'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRx6s6Tvs6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/y5boacbIWWg/s72-c/18-05-08_0823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5518732179408752930</id><published>2008-11-07T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:40:52.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>may you be happy, always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRRG-1AnP9I/AAAAAAAAAig/7te771Y_aKc/s1600-h/Run_Away_by_Belsebumsan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRRG-1AnP9I/AAAAAAAAAig/7te771Y_aKc/s400/Run_Away_by_Belsebumsan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265911909498437586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; picture you there while i'm sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;trying to distract myself from missing you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Its not easy...&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts always find a way to come back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your silhouette's in the background of every image in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and your voice runs through my head just like a love song.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'll think I see you in a crowd, but its not you.&lt;br /&gt;- its just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so much to be able to touch your arm, hold you close ...&lt;br /&gt;Feel you heart beating warm against mine.&lt;br /&gt;But all i'm left with here is this incredible sense&lt;br /&gt;of missing everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that everyday I&lt;br /&gt;travel endless stretch of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;till we can be together again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every night I keep the light on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;- the light of love just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dianna Manning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou know, the days get tougher as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov 14th's&lt;/span&gt; approaching. Sometimes, I only wish that things won't turn out this way, but since it did, well maybe its time to face the music. I can't hide from facing facts forever, and maybe it really is time for me to start. Reality gave me a knock on my head yesterday. I realized how long it has been ever since. It surprised me though, that i'm still clinging on, to memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been easier if you told me. My thoughts, they were accumulated into a ball of thread, waiting to be untangled. I felt very lost, am still felling likewise. I only wish you would tell me, but hey reality check, why is there a need to tell me? Then came memories of the promises we made that we'll tell each other if ever we found our partners. Where did that go to? I've yet gotten any sleep thinking about it. Each time I close my eyes, I don't see just you. But I see two. And the nightmare goes on. Why won't you come and tell me, yourself. But maybe it'll hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's all fuzzy. Temperature's been 38.8 since last night, ain't helping at all. I'm tired, but I can't put myself to sleep. Sleeping the whole day, waking up in between of nightmares.Anyway, this poem hit me hard the other day. Meaningful, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'll be running away&lt;/span&gt;, from blogging. I need my quiet time, my alone time with god. Let's just say some time to rebuild the walls to my empty soul, somewhere far far away, where there's just me.But until I find my happy soul back, I'll be waiting, patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With god's guidance, Insyaallah, i'll be strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish you well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may you be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5518732179408752930?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5518732179408752930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5518732179408752930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5518732179408752930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5518732179408752930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/may-you-be-happy-always.html' title='may you be happy, always.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRRG-1AnP9I/AAAAAAAAAig/7te771Y_aKc/s72-c/Run_Away_by_Belsebumsan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3880765511489205499</id><published>2008-11-07T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:07:52.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew, but deep down, please know it still hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know? There were so many happy things to blog about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Benjy's B'dae celebration @ Seoul Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Class chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;First visit to munch(km's brother cafe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it all, the happiness that I felt for the past 3 days in chalet,&lt;br /&gt;i've said bye bye to them in&lt;br /&gt;less than a day,&lt;br /&gt;less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know? Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the official results day.&lt;br /&gt; You know, somehow, we all knew it was bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But no, we didn't expect it to be this .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; if you would say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing, hoping only for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing an empty seat beside me wasn't a pleasant sight.&lt;br /&gt;It felt so empty.&lt;br /&gt;Empty, yes empty.&lt;br /&gt;But only god know what was playing in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;And it felt sucky knowing that I couldn't be of any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll sit down, and say a little prayer.&lt;br /&gt;For you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope things go our way from now on okay?&lt;br /&gt; You stay strong love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've been feeling very lost for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I really have.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the others got drunk during the first night of chalet.&lt;br /&gt;I felt lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sad happy sad happy sad happy sad happy sad happy sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say pictures say a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt; but it left me with nothing but tears.&lt;br /&gt;Of joy/misery? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3880765511489205499?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3880765511489205499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3880765511489205499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3880765511489205499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3880765511489205499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-knew-but-deep-down-please-know-it.html' title='I knew, but deep down, please know it still hurts.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2401340876150241382</id><published>2008-11-06T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:37:17.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy menjeng day *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRML3th5MRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nitoV8HDY9U/s1600-h/DSC_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRML3th5MRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nitoV8HDY9U/s400/DSC_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265565441068708114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lovely and oh-so-pretty forever no.1 bollywood star,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Snowy Menjeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 23rd Birthday sisterku(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life has been very demanding hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;For you, there were times where I witnessed you breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;Where the problem lies, I'm thankful and happy to god,&lt;br /&gt;for letting you find your solution to the cause of your miseries,&lt;br /&gt;and be able to smile once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how it was like being in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;As the eldest, mama and papa would expect more from you.&lt;br /&gt;You're the role model (Tsktsk.)&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who has to open up dialing service,&lt;br /&gt;each time we were MIA-ing.&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who tries so hard to bond us 4 together.&lt;br /&gt;Movies, dinner, jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I would always remember you for being that one pillar,&lt;br /&gt;that kept the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; four&lt;/span&gt; of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always cherished the times we had, talking.&lt;br /&gt;Serious talks, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to fill me in, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;For the many nag-sessions that you received&lt;br /&gt;from papa and mama because of me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for standing by me,&lt;br /&gt;when I needed someone to support me.&lt;br /&gt;when I needed company.&lt;br /&gt;when I needed a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you last long with botak jones,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always pray for your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll never stop loving you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MENJENGGGGGGGGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2401340876150241382?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2401340876150241382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2401340876150241382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2401340876150241382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2401340876150241382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-menjeng-day.html' title='happy menjeng day *'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SRML3th5MRI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nitoV8HDY9U/s72-c/DSC_0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3809144167789586046</id><published>2008-11-03T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:35:21.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UR71631l-sY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UR71631l-sY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going away for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Chalet baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little piece from me.&lt;br /&gt;A little somethin from our dance class the othertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3809144167789586046?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3809144167789586046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3809144167789586046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3809144167789586046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3809144167789586046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-something.html' title='A little something(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2938765790861290406</id><published>2008-10-31T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:47:59.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody can put my daddy down, not even you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, I've always look at you as someone I can look up to. You know why? No, not because you're a superior power I have to look up to but simply because you're a ____. No, you don't ___ me, but still you're a ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can say goodbye to the word respect now. I've lost it. You can say ten thousand words to insult me if you want, but when you spoke ill of my daddy dear, you've crossed the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, thinking of what happen, you're really ___. I can't find a word, cause even the worst of words is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying that its just a misunderstanding and that it was over when you were the one who began everything. You could have said it nicely, goodness you're a ____ please. Initially, when my dad told me of the things that were happening, I was mad @ my dad, because I thought it was something small that he blew up. But when I saw the attitude that you gave me, saying "how do you  expect me to know?" it just shows your ignorance , being someone who is going to organize a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I should have consulted you. But don't you think it was a two way thing. I really have no problem with you not fully understanding my culture, my religion. That's perfectly alright. But if you were not sure, why not ask someone who may know better than you do? Yes,  go on and say I should have asked you. But seriously, dude, you would have told us if only you would have put in more care and concern into the welfare of your ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very angry, truly angry, that you were so upset with my dad. But now, I realize the point daddy was trying to bring up. And I thank daddy for that. You know, it sucks knowing that someone like you could actually try to bring someone like daddy down. It really does. And worst thing is dad's ... NVM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of it, you could just smile and tell me its just a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* S C R E A M S *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2938765790861290406?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2938765790861290406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2938765790861290406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2938765790861290406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2938765790861290406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/nobody-can-put-my-daddy-down-not-even.html' title='Nobody can put my daddy down, not even you.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-9095731869174011299</id><published>2008-10-30T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:27:50.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This right here is for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQm0tpaIUeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YMsTOo2mhnE/s1600-h/rainbow_in_the_sky_by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQm0tpaIUeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YMsTOo2mhnE/s400/rainbow_in_the_sky_by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936335861699042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would have painted a rainbow on the sky,&lt;br /&gt;if that was what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ear loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;some of you might be sitting for your A's right now.&lt;br /&gt;There's OP left for us year 1's.&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever it is,studies or not,&lt;br /&gt;Here's an all the best to everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;credits to LittleBlackUmbrella @ deviant art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-9095731869174011299?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/9095731869174011299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=9095731869174011299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/9095731869174011299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/9095731869174011299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-right-here-is-for-you.html' title='This right here is for you.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQm0tpaIUeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/YMsTOo2mhnE/s72-c/rainbow_in_the_sky_by_LittleBlackUmbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5269356044332953510</id><published>2008-10-28T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:22:01.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving real fast, yet at times so damn slowly ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 21st October 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's party ? Why dinner? Where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQXj-K_YQII/AAAAAAAAAiI/p3Zd0GLvB40/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQXj-K_YQII/AAAAAAAAAiI/p3Zd0GLvB40/s400/DSC00079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261862396893872258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a sneak peak of my long long long to be postponed post.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAUSE AIDA HASN'T SEND ME THE PHOTOS SEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been i'm-so-hungry-i-can-eat-a-cow week.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I've been eating non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;(Km, stop it ah, stop saying FAT seh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief overview of the less interesting stuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Release of promos results,FFFF goes Breeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;Wait, I forgot what ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Friday:&lt;/span&gt; Pitch training, FFFF slumberparty @ Nicole's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Pw-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; High tea@ Royal Park Hotel with momsie love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Happy Deeepavali to you, Khan's BBQ @ CSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQXhLc2PQII/AAAAAAAAAho/LdQm7SkbCNI/s1600-h/21-10-08_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SQXhLpwoI_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/QIr8jI3R74I/s1600-h/21-10-08_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll update when someone sends me some overdue photos please, *ehemsehems&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aida&lt;/span&gt;ehems*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faster, October's ending already seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5269356044332953510?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5269356044332953510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5269356044332953510' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2997484124138808841</id><published>2008-10-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:10:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>satiesfied oh so much(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovelies, say hello to the new blogskiniooooos(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel happy happy happy, satisfying much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yay-yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;*B-E-A-M-S*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little more for pw,&lt;br /&gt;the slides almost done.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on track.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khan's BBQ @ CSC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon kae,&lt;br /&gt;promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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much(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1771370932292951109</id><published>2008-10-20T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:56:37.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't ever ever turn back anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disappointing,that's what you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to get any sleep since last night. Well, something was bothering me. I was reluctant to go to school today, I just felt like staying @ home. I was already in my home clothes. But you've gotta be there for a friend don't you? And yes, I went to school for a very special someone who isn't having the best times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading the papers today morning, and I had the urge to read the horoscope for the day. I really missed thoose times when evil clown keeps me updated with all the predictions. You wanna know what's my horoscope for the day? Well, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you need to let go of something or someone. It is the best time for that because your emotional energy is nearing its peak and you can sense how important that is,Moday 20th October.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got so many things I wish like saying here, especially all the cursings and swearings I could ever have done to an annoying someone out there. Ok, maybe 2 someones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've always been a vvv. happy person, seeing just the two of  you together, staying strong no matter what. And even after all those hard times, I've always seen you as someone different. And seeing you always gave me the hope to keep the faith, keep hoping for that special someday ... But you know, you just dissappointed me with your doings. I've always regarded you as a friend you know that? But look what you've done now. You're simply annoying, a 2 headed snake, maybe worst than that. Disgusting, your taste is worst than a cow, sorry to say that. I'm god damn sure, loser, listen to this kae. YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been worrying all night long, thinking of my dearest. What's going through your mind? Are you alright? I remembered thoose times when I discovered what ..... I remembered how it felt like, you're probably having it harder. You know, all this time I knew, but I chose to kept it inside, well at least till today that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice, letting some of the things I've kept in me out in the library with the girls just now. You know, you girls are the sweetest friends I can ever wish for in Peeeeejc. Well, as frustrated as I was with the situation, and the comments that they gave, I still do feel the guilt. But at least, I know something, and I ain't gonna let myself be fooled over and over again. Well, let's see how long you can keep this things from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really don't know whether its worth , everything that I'm doing, that she's doing. Refering to my horoscope, no I'm not a believer. But it just kept me thinking the whole day. What a coincidence eh! I feel as though I'm stuck in between, somethings holding me back. It may not mean anything more to you, but still it means alot to me, vvvv. much still. I'm halfway there, so maybe its time to make a choice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe its time to let time do the healing already. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray that we'll stay strong kae? You must be strong. Stop slapping yourself already, its not worth it. You'll be much much happier someday, without having to see a single one of em'. That bloody minah, someday we'll kick her in the face. I'll be here, always will be for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takecare loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh! meeting the e2 clique @ marina tm! oh yay-ness(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1771370932292951109?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1771370932292951109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1771370932292951109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1771370932292951109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1771370932292951109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-dont-ever-ever-turn-back-anymore.html' title='please don&apos;t ever ever turn back anymore.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1898476101214950687</id><published>2008-10-20T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:11:17.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its cold outside but somethings colder within ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know, its so stressful. Leading the life that just had to go out of plan. You know, it really does. I'm not saying I'm bimbotic-ally hoping and wishing that everything goes my way, the way I had plan it to be. Its just, it would be a lot easier if the "major" things we have always hoped for would go the way we plan it to be. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: This is gonna be a long post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the brighter side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a happy day, really was. Went over to Liyana Yeo's house(: Boy, don't I miss having you around calling me loser all day. Her sisters were the bomb, cute and adorable with matching outfits. My aunt came over for visiting, together with the nephews and nieces(: My happy-pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, papa's friend came over yesterday, with his adorable son(: Really cute, his name is Iman, for short. A livewire I would say. He really brought laughter to the house. And you know what's the best part. He's born on 14th November tooooooooo :D Yay. The 3rd person I know of so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxXazpo0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/HmQJTewzjas/s1600-h/18-10-08_2102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxXazpo0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/HmQJTewzjas/s320/18-10-08_2102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921637032076098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely twin, Imannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxZG4Y6uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cnJKUHk9XJM/s1600-h/18-10-08_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxZG4Y6uI/AAAAAAAAAfA/cnJKUHk9XJM/s320/18-10-08_1759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921666042981090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxY4HAX4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CzR-ZBakrpg/s1600-h/18-10-08_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxY4HAX4I/AAAAAAAAAe4/CzR-ZBakrpg/s320/18-10-08_1754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921662077755266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my lovely lovely niece, NashitaSalleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxXirO7HI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hIIqWi1wgT8/s1600-h/18-10-08_2101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxXirO7HI/AAAAAAAAAeo/hIIqWi1wgT8/s320/18-10-08_2101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921639144254578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, she was so happy to be able to take a photo with him.&lt;br /&gt;She was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Han-chem!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we asked, pointing to each girl asking Iman if she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Then when he pointed at me, guess what he said (((((:&lt;br /&gt;*shakes your bom bom!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cantik tau, don't play play tauuuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxYlhGVMI/AAAAAAAAAew/x6pJ30q5CCw/s1600-h/18-10-08_2107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxYlhGVMI/AAAAAAAAAew/x6pJ30q5CCw/s320/18-10-08_2107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258921657086923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 November babies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raya08@CikguSiti'sHouse &lt;/span&gt;, Sunday 19 Oct 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was something to look forward to! Girls all dressed up, I love dressing up, well maybe not. Well, it was really fun, except for the "bring-out-the-cat-times". I was vvvv. scared I tell you. But I had a blast with my lovely girls back @ malay class. The 5 of us. Ehemehems, let em' be introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1uJOWgPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kWjtpk9w__U/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1uJOWgPI/AAAAAAAAAfI/kWjtpk9w__U/s320/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926425495732466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First up, my malay-class-buddy, Hanisah! Hahaha. This babe really reminds me of Musyi, cause they make malay class fun to be in. I really love our gossip sessions in Malay class yo! Hahaha. Must have more kae(: Love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1ue9YrgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CEX-EcdhYzc/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1ue9YrgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CEX-EcdhYzc/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926431330151938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second up, we have Rita, the indo-chinese babe who was apparently, my neighbour . and I mean a few doors away, same storey and you get me. Well, I've always thought she was a quiet and upright girl, but but but today has proven me wrong (the others should know what I mean) You crazy girl! Camwhore somemore la! Tsktsktsk(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1utQMroI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NcADuilEX5M/s1600-h/DSC00036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1utQMroI/AAAAAAAAAfY/NcADuilEX5M/s320/DSC00036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926435167153794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have ATIQ, the silat girl! Hahaha. Well, she's the livewire in class, always with her jokes eh. Stop scaring me with your legs ah, you know I'm scared of cats! Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Happy Belated 18th B'dae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1vAzke-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/4GnPY6gZCdw/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1vAzke-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/4GnPY6gZCdw/s320/DSC00034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926440415788002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, we have Suliezah! The sweet girl. You look sweeeeet in this photo please! Hahaha. And yes, you found my blog seh! Now I can't gossip about you no more. Tsktsktsk, kidding(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1vdcYLWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/weUKVlK_7AU/s1600-h/DSC00038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt1vdcYLWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/weUKVlK_7AU/s320/DSC00038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926448103140706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAKAKAKAKA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5AzUiQHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/YTZ-vkmFKY0/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5AzUiQHI/AAAAAAAAAf4/YTZ-vkmFKY0/s320/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258930044568486002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who that?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5Cudfk0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2EWXB9A5soI/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5Cudfk0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/2EWXB9A5soI/s320/DSC00009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258930077623620418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with Cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu look so young ah!&lt;br /&gt;And I look -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5C3t2TsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1hk7ZiJw238/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5C3t2TsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1hk7ZiJw238/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258930080108138178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5AoYxTXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/X5YvtMgArUg/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt5AoYxTXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/X5YvtMgArUg/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258930041633459570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted a photo together, so I said okay(:&lt;br /&gt;Who's nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7YiDDVVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ixA6g13CCvg/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7YiDDVVI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ixA6g13CCvg/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258932651271869778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( picture abit blur ahhhh,sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7ZOSNkkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FIZfeqI4Iik/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7ZOSNkkI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FIZfeqI4Iik/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258932663146615362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid. SEE SEE, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocker&lt;/span&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7YP2PyrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UUdnMlRJaOk/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7YP2PyrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UUdnMlRJaOk/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258932646386322098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak of gossip on the left, guy who never stop calling me minah rocker on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it ah!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;..........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momsie-daugther love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, its a rare occassion that me and mum dearest get to sit and talk. 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And I was like , IDK. So mum and me was like thinking of the means and way to ask him questions. Hillarious, we're like having the greatest time of lives laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joke no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;byk duit raya this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boleh tahan lah, but still waiting for your golden packet eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on no wonder askin me to come to ur plc eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke no.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;send my regards to ur parents ya.. i'll come down one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,sure&lt;br /&gt;but hari raya left one week know, so must hurry up come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yea,one week left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means i have to come in baju kurung is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need lah!&lt;br /&gt;as long as you wear baju will do seh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will.. if my body like batista then maybe i'll come down in my trunks k..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always thought he looked like an asian ver. of batista that's why.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke no.3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mesti da ade BF ar ni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i nvr say anitin ... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, waiting for ustaz matsalleh to come and fetch me&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah nak ustaz... tapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;matsalleh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so picky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy contributed to the writings above! 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width: 240px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt9dfOTY0I/AAAAAAAAAhY/k6nsLiqowj4/s320/19-10-08_1255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258934935436354370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, today started off pretty roughly. To begin with, I had the worst of dreams. No,it wasn't a nightmare, but it was once I woke up, cause waking up means I'm back to reality. Tears just rolled down, non-stop. I hate waking up feeling this way. Nevertheless, I thank god for it. You know, evil, when I saw your msg, you saying that I'm the first one you thought of when you woke up, I was touched. Happy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;And it was even better knowing that you were nearby, hearing that you wanted to drop by. Too bad I had this raya-ing to do. Nevertherless, meeting you and your lovely family @ wm was nice . Though it was all awkward and stuff, I truly realise how much I've missed you, your family. And I'm really sorry, the emotions had to keep running): And the song that was playing on my player @ that time was worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday faster come kae(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7ZH9A8gI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sh7PXa9fnr8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPt7ZH9A8gI/AAAAAAAAAgw/sh7PXa9fnr8/s320/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258932661447094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair is so comfy, that I'll always fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rest my back that is aching like crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1898476101214950687?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1898476101214950687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1898476101214950687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1898476101214950687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1898476101214950687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-cold-outside-but-somethings-colder.html' title='Its cold outside but somethings colder within ...'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPtxXazpo0I/AAAAAAAAAeg/HmQJTewzjas/s72-c/18-10-08_2102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6753460154525467635</id><published>2008-10-18T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:51:23.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasnt going to be like it was before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7Rgn-KNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pKqy9FlbHlE/s1600-h/17-10-08_2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7Rgn-KNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pKqy9FlbHlE/s320/17-10-08_2228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158474444810450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because happiness starts with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, bus rides are filled with more silence than ever. Sometimes, I wonder, are you thinking of what I'm thinking of, or maybe something similar. Or are you just daydreaming. Or are we just too tired to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okae, that was random. But just something small that I've realised. But you know, it really makes a whole big difference. It seems that many people aren't really themselves lately, especially thoose around me. For the first time, P looked so tired during Pw. B wasn't really as cheerful and cheeky. Oh well, maybe this is the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; post-promos&lt;/span&gt; feeling eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, today's training was a very &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; training. No girls, it wasn't because we didn't train with the guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( see see, we missed the chance yo!)&lt;/span&gt; ... Sometimes, I very much would like to say things the nicest way, but sometimes, you've just got to be mean. Well, whatever it is, I know know know for sure that we'll get through this somehow, cause I know deep down, each and everyone of us love the company. Well, what is life without its challenges right? This is just the beginning yo, we've still got a long way to go. So pull up your smelly socks girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chanel brought some jungle snap game today. * snatches the thingy * I'm the jungle princess worrxzxzxzxxxxs. HAHAHA. What's with bobby lee and worrxzxzxzxzzxs. Anyway, to my dearest chanel chanel chanel yong, don't worry too much about *ehemeverythingisbeautifulehem* kae? You know I love you, so you've got to cheer up worrxzxzzzxzxxxs! HAHAHA. Come my house one day, we'll play dressing up with the new curler I bought kae, then you can earn your tittle as fat girl with curly hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to anyone/everyone who's not feeling too happy for one reason or another, cheer up kae(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm in love with my lovely snowy dear, kakak , for buying the curler and straightener yo! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peekchas with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7SBYoe2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Fgv3dKCxL-0/s1600-h/17-10-08_2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7SBYoe2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Fgv3dKCxL-0/s320/17-10-08_2219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158483238845282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7SWhMMSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xvuIDD-ujUo/s1600-h/17-10-08_2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7SWhMMSI/AAAAAAAAAeI/xvuIDD-ujUo/s320/17-10-08_2227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158488911884578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta go rest the head now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takecare kae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6753460154525467635?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6753460154525467635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6753460154525467635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6753460154525467635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6753460154525467635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-wasnt-going-to-be-like-it-was-before.html' title='it wasnt going to be like it was before'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPi7Rgn-KNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/pKqy9FlbHlE/s72-c/17-10-08_2228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8624898137459055326</id><published>2008-10-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:41:46.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon!</title><content type='html'>Currently in school's library. Km is probably stuck in the lecture theatre doing her mock exam now. I'll have to wait another hour for mock to start , so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the library's kind of quiet. Though I would say there are probably a lot more people here, compared to like in the past. All the J2's are busy with A's. Study study study while we juniors are worrying our days away thinking of promos results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)))):   Sad happenings, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, Uncle EK was talking about the different personalities in class.  Like " So and so will probably end up being a (insert-occupation) " You know what I mean? Yes, so guess what? He prediction was that I'm going to end up with the&lt;strong&gt; tourism&lt;/strong&gt; industry. What in the world? Imagine me going " Please follow me .. This is the yabadahyabadah "  HAHAHA. But I remembered having Mr Sam saying the same thing when we were in sec2. Do you guys remember? Only Mr Sam said I'll be in the hotel industry. Hotel?! I want to be like, an astronaut or something!&lt;em&gt;( Jolene just came by to say " I am the best" LOSER ) *Does the r-loser sign to Jolene* She just called me a sucker!&lt;/em&gt;  Km's gonna be an advocate. No linkage man, how to meet in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo rocks  my socks&lt;em&gt;(written by jolene , the no.1 fan of r!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted by Jolene, the goalkeeper, "fly me to the moon"&lt;br /&gt;My reply is " Wait till I become an astronaut kae! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back later @  night, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8624898137459055326?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8624898137459055326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8624898137459055326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8624898137459055326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8624898137459055326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon!'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6404327329342179308</id><published>2008-10-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:58:54.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little too late for anything now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPdhrK79F2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xc4HzWpOYPc/s1600-h/harirayacousins-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPdhrK79F2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xc4HzWpOYPc/s320/harirayacousins-3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257778484276434786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss this bunch of people most still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a quick post before  I'm off to falalala-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p-i-t-c-h&lt;/span&gt; training (:  One supermega-size bus for just less than 20 girls. How cool is that? I enjoyed training a lot, though running was a lot tougher all thanks to our lovely shoes that got miserably soaked by the rain water. Remember the mudflood outside JJ girls? Hahahaha. Felt like we did a whole lot yesterday. Everything was nice yesterday. Even the hockeyvillage uncle was, giving us extra time and all.  I'm gonna train train train, so that Audrey's plan for midfielders can work out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KM, STOP EATING FRENCH FRIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a small talk with coach. Somehow, what she said meant a lot to me. And I know what she said was right. Time time, I need time. I'll always remember, never will  I forget. I'm feeling so motivated right now(: Thanks ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is, I heard some people are already gonna be retained):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, Cheeeeeeeena trip coming right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song, that is if it plays. You need luck yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6404327329342179308?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6404327329342179308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6404327329342179308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6404327329342179308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6404327329342179308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-too-late-for-anything-now.html' title='A little too late for anything now.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPdhrK79F2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/Xc4HzWpOYPc/s72-c/harirayacousins-3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8682004786730312375</id><published>2008-10-14T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:10:26.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing feels right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPNx1noFr0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hVmzhUzIaCI/s1600-h/pillowlove-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPNx1noFr0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hVmzhUzIaCI/s320/pillowlove-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256670356055633730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll update soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three lovely Lunas, meet up soon kae?&lt;br /&gt;See cause that up there, is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You you you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the song kae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8682004786730312375?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8682004786730312375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8682004786730312375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8682004786730312375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8682004786730312375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-feels-right.html' title='Nothing feels right.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SPNx1noFr0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hVmzhUzIaCI/s72-c/pillowlove-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4716754271355586189</id><published>2008-10-09T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:03:55.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times like this, I have nothing else to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt; At the start of this week, I kinda knew/felt that this week wasn't going to be a hurray-hurray one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt; I had millions of people asking me if I was alright, that I wasn't the usual me. Especially the girls @ hockey. Was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know what?&lt;/span&gt; There were millions of people I felt like calling the past few days just to get past the time, but I didn't. And don't bother asking me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely am missing Ika dear. You know why? Because I miss the joy that I had just spending time with her, even at the saddest moments , we are always happy together. I guess I'm still in raya mood. I want to go out and just see all my aunties/uncles/nieces/nephews/cousins ... Just so I can get past the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that keeps bothering me now is results. I'm worried sick, who isn't I told myself. But you know what? Mr thumb said I got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; True or not? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone's tired. When the girls kept asking if I was alright, I just said that I'm tired. Truth is, I'm not tired physically but mentally. I'm tired inside. It sucks to have to keep so many many many things inside just cause you figured its better to do so, cause people around you may get sick of you and your thoughts. Maybe people are better off not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I thank the fellows in PW group for just now. You know what, even though we actually had to re re-do our WR cause apparently when we saved it the first time, it couldnt be opened. And so from 6, we had to stayed on further till about 8. And you guys really made it lively, other than having the two idiots bry and wc wrestling with each other like 24/7 and how many times the word "amazing" was repeated(needless to say the ultimate bullying session!), staying wasn't too much of a chore. Yet at the back of our minds, we're all worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I sit around just not saying a word. It doesn't really mean I don't care. Sometimes, its better to leave someone alone, when he/she needs the time alone. But of course, we shouldn't leave that person alone, well, at least be there. And if that someone is ready, he/she would open up, sooner or later. You know, so many points of view within such a short period of time. Yet, I'm holding on firmly to my stand. I wish you knew how it feels, being treated like that. No, I'm not putting the fault at anyone. But please know this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, I'm thinking. Who? would be there. You know, back @ batoksec, I was almost never alone. Well, except for those times in sec 2. You know, now it feels much worst then before. You know why? Cause I'm not too friendly here. Cause truthfully, I miss every single soul in Batok, for they made life easier in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my lovely lunas): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet you know what?&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking that I'll be happy by the end of the week.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(insyaAllah)&lt;/span&gt; You wanna know why? Cause I'm gonna meet my lovely lunas, my 3 lovely girls, tomorrow. And I know there's so much to talk about. And I'm so gonna hug each and everyone of them, as much as I can. I miss you girls, really do ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;You know what? At times like this, I can't help but miss having you around. Sorry, but that's the truth. *backspaced*And yet I can't help crying wishing you were her, somewhere. Do you care? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Shit, I'm not supposed to feel this way no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4716754271355586189?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4716754271355586189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4716754271355586189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4716754271355586189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4716754271355586189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/times-like-this-i-have-nothing-else-to.html' title='Times like this, I have nothing else to say.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3212269013399087762</id><published>2008-10-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:36:59.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This love we made will stay, under pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8-vSmqqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KsnTEK3rbdE/s1600-h/06-10-08_2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8-vSmqqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KsnTEK3rbdE/s320/06-10-08_2346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078963825158818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nrichment day was today. I thought it would be full of yawns but it turned out otherwise(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started with some talk by some outsiders. Had live band, Jack and Rai! Really really like their song, and they played I'm yours too :D So I got them cd, and am currently playing it while blogging. vvv. nice yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you wanna falalalala with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's go let's go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be another one just like the other one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna falalalalala with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go o no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ain't gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos I'm doing fine on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The falala song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we had our electives. Hip hop dancing for me and Km yo! HAHAHA. Boy did I have fun. Real fun. With the dance instructor A-N-D-Y. Stretching was cracking all the bones away man. Me and Km were laughing our hearts out with the moves we just couldn't get right. * Bounce bounce bounce * Got reminded of the talentime days. Really nice time spent. Didn't regret right Km? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I took one step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took two back &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even close t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that's a fact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that we'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the perfect match &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where you at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Anonymous-Bobby Valentino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spins like crazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peekchas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8sjAr_zI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uE6mooFyg2c/s1600-h/06-10-08_0931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8sjAr_zI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uE6mooFyg2c/s320/06-10-08_0931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078651291139890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was very amazed with my moto phone, he had to take a shot!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8-ZkSKPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pRdhN89N7_c/s1600-h/06-10-08_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8-ZkSKPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/pRdhN89N7_c/s320/06-10-08_2345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078957993732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fa la la la la!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8s-t2yJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VKsLxTWGfOc/s1600-h/06-10-08_0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8s-t2yJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/VKsLxTWGfOc/s320/06-10-08_0932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078658728347794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Jack&amp;amp;Rai(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8szwmlxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3A4xo2S2fj0/s1600-h/06-10-08_1312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8szwmlxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3A4xo2S2fj0/s320/06-10-08_1312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078655787079442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancers for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8s_O33_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/P1yNUcYxy0w/s1600-h/06-10-08_1319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8s_O33_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/P1yNUcYxy0w/s320/06-10-08_1319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078658866831346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Andy yo yo yo! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8tJAvQtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KgWwQO-8zyE/s1600-h/06-10-08_1317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8tJAvQtI/AAAAAAAAAbg/KgWwQO-8zyE/s320/06-10-08_1317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078661491901138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3212269013399087762?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3212269013399087762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3212269013399087762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3212269013399087762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3212269013399087762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-love-we-made-will-stay-under.html' title='This love we made will stay, under pressure.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOo8-vSmqqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KsnTEK3rbdE/s72-c/06-10-08_2346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5584684933416999778</id><published>2008-10-06T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:49:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Lebaran 08(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjriYsIbtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7HOpfq9w6H4/s1600-h/05-10-08_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjriYsIbtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7HOpfq9w6H4/s320/05-10-08_1649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253707941303316178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The long unwinding roads, they've yet to show it all. Cos its just the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taken @ the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a superly long peekchas filled post yet? Hello to you if you are(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest idil fitri this year was really a nice one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkS1VLsVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Mk0CcO11-K8/s1600-h/DSC08605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkS1VLsVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Mk0CcO11-K8/s320/DSC08605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253699977532387666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've thrown the old furni's away. Bring in the new ones!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkSzLoEuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1bwycwpCwLk/s1600-h/DSC08606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkSzLoEuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1bwycwpCwLk/s320/DSC08606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253699976955433698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Highlight: The curtains, very egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st day of rayayaya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, we were all quite early with our make-ups and blablabla. Hence, we're off with smiles(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course there were tears. Lined-up, from eldest to youngest. The usual but very important forgive&amp;amp;forget sessions. Papa gave me a huge huge huge hug after I told him what I had to say(:  Mummy kept asking us to stop crying. Why? Cause she didn't want our make-up to go away. Funny or what? Kakakakakak was d-best! She gave us hangbaozxxxz, accompanied by a hug too. I'm so happy for her,  lalalaaaa LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love is in the air. For i've found my one and only sweetheart. The boy that will never fail to put a smile smile smile on my face, the boy who never fail to amaze me with his cute ego. The boy who never fails to make me laugh, cause each time I say, "Ufaaaaaaan, you very handsome laaa." He says" I know."  Zulfan is the love. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to many other houses but of course, the last one was the most important/fruitful. Say I-K-A.&lt;br /&gt;What d'you get. Hahaha. My gorgeous girl is always so pretty, and was extra pretty with her new hair this year yo! Settled down in her rooooom. Lepaaaakings with the sisters, we were all pretty sleepy and tired. Listen to this kae. Kak Ita suddenly said, "Nak main make-up make-up?" Then we all became alive as ever, like undertaker from sleepy mode to idk what mode. HAHAHA. Pictures session was sheeeesh kebab because daddy wasn't there, hmpigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total of 8 houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf5yEKRSI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PlLiWvAq-c8/s1600-h/DSC08499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf5yEKRSI/AAAAAAAAAYA/PlLiWvAq-c8/s320/DSC08499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253695149112444194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the family(not full)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6JvqhEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OWFqTj-5Gkc/s1600-h/DSC08512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6JvqhEI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OWFqTj-5Gkc/s320/DSC08512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253695155468928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Privacy. From mums to daughters, we're best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps.Look @ the guy on tv! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6sqdCcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lBMsBbrFWe4/s1600-h/DSC08504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6sqdCcI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lBMsBbrFWe4/s320/DSC08504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253695164842314178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins! That boy I'm carrying is named Kimi, Hakimi(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6cx_QgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gZNqDyw_S3c/s1600-h/DSC08413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6cx_QgI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gZNqDyw_S3c/s320/DSC08413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253695160578949634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the hand, BANGLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6_kIP_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ECJA27PvzMo/s1600-h/01-10-08_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjf6_kIP_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/ECJA27PvzMo/s320/01-10-08_1142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253695169916059634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa's girl, always will be(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th day of rayayaya!&lt;/span&gt; {the khans mini-gathering!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he day was filled with visitors. One after another. TIRING. But, it was fun. My brother's god-ma came, tuk usu and the gang!, my paternal aunts&amp;amp;uncles, and and and I-K-A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and family!)&lt;br /&gt;Fun la, real fun(: Someone sombong ehhhhhh! Tsktsktsk. And Ika missed her chances of getting to meet that sombong someone eh. Fate mane fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abang Naz gave me hangbaozxzzxxx! (: He said "Nah,for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you" Then the n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ext minute, he said the same thing. Then I was like, "You gave me mine already." Then he was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Really? Then you don't want a second packet?" * Beaaaaaaaaams like crazy* But no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, I didn't take it, good girl kae.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he's getting engaged soon eh. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkSR7cWPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Hdo2yCWM7_M/s1600-h/DSC08601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkSR7cWPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Hdo2yCWM7_M/s320/DSC08601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253699968029186290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuk-usu and the gang without the photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkScE80QI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7WFUP9N-ySU/s1600-h/DSC08602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjkScE80QI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7WFUP9N-ySU/s320/DSC08602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253699970753417474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuk usu and the gang with photographer. Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjk0YtmJAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qjqmyzxTTfY/s1600-h/DSC08624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjk0YtmJAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/qjqmyzxTTfY/s320/DSC08624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253700553965708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm waiting for pictures from Kak Ita's camera. There's many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th day of rayayaya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan raya with mummy's side(: Its always fun, and I really mean always. The mum's were really funny today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum no. 1: Kak Mimaaaaaa (Ika's mum)&lt;br /&gt;Spotted doing the peace sign when taking photos @ Wak Ima's place. Super funny. We were like, mummy trendy seh! She really did the peace thing alone know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum no. 2: Kak Fatimah&lt;br /&gt;Spotted doing the rocker sign. Everybody started saying Fatimah rocker! This Fatimah rocker name is being mentioned a million times since yesterday. So irritating. For thoose who don't know, Fatimah rocker is a nick name for the lady in white. Scary seh. But still, when kak fatimah does it, it is funny, remembering her good old days being a rocker herself. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum no. 3: Kak Wawa!&lt;br /&gt;She was the livewire when our parents went over to some friends place and we kids stayed @ her place. Watched Salon on sensasi(citarasaku!) and she practically made fun of the guys in the show. The best was when she screamed when Luna's(the main character) bf and fiance saw her at the same time. Kecoh or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best house that we went to was papa's friends house. Very lovely house. And we were served beef steak and my all time fav. Spaghetti bolognaise yo! Made friends with papa's friend's daugther,  Farah. Ij girl, and she knws the HPNV(: Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ika kept counting down the minutes before we parted. Sad life): Till we meet again kae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLF9l-RI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RnBOgSLvAJk/s1600-h/05-10-08_1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLF9l-RI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RnBOgSLvAJk/s320/05-10-08_1306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253706441627662610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fatimah rocker@ the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjrhwXAY-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/2mMhdtZHP3Q/s1600-h/05-10-08_1638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjrhwXAY-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/2mMhdtZHP3Q/s320/05-10-08_1638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253707930477290466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLISP-0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/aqXlLhmzPPk/s1600-h/05-10-08_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLISP-0I/AAAAAAAAAZw/aqXlLhmzPPk/s320/05-10-08_1739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253706442251172674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My super bibik, i'll miss you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLCjXfRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/29NAqjFVCkM/s1600-h/05-10-08_1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLCjXfRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/29NAqjFVCkM/s320/05-10-08_1912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253706440712355090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLQc2p-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IigU9odYAAU/s1600-h/DSC08696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjqLQc2p-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/IigU9odYAAU/s320/DSC08696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253706444443133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My love, till we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjtjWpqEtI/AAAAAAAAAao/1XwQFdpnFyo/s1600-h/05-10-08_1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjtjWpqEtI/AAAAAAAAAao/1XwQFdpnFyo/s320/05-10-08_1121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253710156959191762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bangles bangles, many colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjri2hgm1I/AAAAAAAAAag/nEsDklYjvvk/s1600-h/01-10-08_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjri2hgm1I/AAAAAAAAAag/nEsDklYjvvk/s320/01-10-08_1047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253707949311826770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetheart, Zulfan(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjriucVExI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MAv2ISVLVfk/s1600-h/01-10-08_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjriucVExI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MAv2ISVLVfk/s320/01-10-08_1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253707947142615826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's signature post ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjuqKLrhoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T-rCKuMwRo4/s1600-h/01-10-08_1833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjuqKLrhoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/T-rCKuMwRo4/s320/01-10-08_1833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253711373382944386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salam sayang, nights!&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/7241229009725871389-5584684933416999778?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5584684933416999778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5584684933416999778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5584684933416999778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5584684933416999778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/salam-lebaran-08.html' title='Salam Lebaran 08(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOjriYsIbtI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7HOpfq9w6H4/s72-c/05-10-08_1649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8534431191871012034</id><published>2008-10-03T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:13:38.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet sweet friend(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A day before hari raya(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252681802131576658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOVGROY2F1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/EPsOfDYH7Vs/s320/shades!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Messing with our new dresses eh Ika Ariyaaaaaaaaaani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IMY):&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone actually believed my full name was fazee-coco-khan eh! HAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Woke up @ 4 am to do PW.&lt;br /&gt;Proper update soon kae, promise! &lt;strong&gt;Raya &lt;/strong&gt;was the bombs anw. Soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A sweet message from a sweet friend(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How they brighten up my days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From glum to yummy yum yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8534431191871012034?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8534431191871012034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8534431191871012034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8534431191871012034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8534431191871012034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-sweet-friend.html' title='A sweet sweet friend(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOVGROY2F1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/EPsOfDYH7Vs/s72-c/shades!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-7416105598079461383</id><published>2008-09-30T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:51:23.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check your email please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOLItQcAcII/AAAAAAAAAXo/PpDhPtIzfFI/s1600-h/laughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOLItQcAcII/AAAAAAAAAXo/PpDhPtIzfFI/s320/laughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251980795299524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I say Ramadhan is the best medicine(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog says "Hello world, hello love"&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ts amazing, what the month of Ramadhan can bring to someone. And even more amazing how much lessons there is to learn with each passing day. Ramadhan ramadhan ramadhan, why did it have to fly by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is prolly the first Ramadhan that got me all tied up. For the first time in my life, I felt for Ramadhan. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alhamdulillah,&lt;/span&gt; I feel a lot closer to the people around me now. I realise how much I've been neglecting them, especially daddy. Well, what d'you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as the takbir went on the radio, I just can't help but tear. And I just couldn't eat. I kept walking around, trying to stop the tears from rolling as I didn't want any of my family members to see me in that state. Chanel, came at the best of time. When I needed a hug so badly. She just appeared at the front door(: Thank you love, sorry I didn't call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks, yes they were running through my mind the whole of yesterday. Memories, sad or happy, are still memories. And they're like photographs, always etched at the back of my mind. I felt so sad Ramadhan had to end so soon. I wished it was a little longer. Then I'll have a little more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; over prayers yesterday. And I sure will miss the times we prayed together. May we have more of thoose sessions. Daddy gave me a bug hug after we shoke hands. And I just can't help crying thinking of it. A big hug from daddy,thats priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, please keep us in good hands and give us your guidance, always. Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all out there, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri(: I ask for your forgiveness, if there were any times I have, in one way or another, hurt your feelings with my words/action. Sorry banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May everyone of you have a blissful raya yea? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is  all fuzzy now. My plan for a very long post is somewhat disrupted. Flu and fever and all, what a timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila cinta, tak lagi untukku.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila aku, tak baik untukmu. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to let go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But I wish you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-7416105598079461383?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7416105598079461383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=7416105598079461383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7416105598079461383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7416105598079461383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-your-email-please.html' title='check your email please!'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOLItQcAcII/AAAAAAAAAXo/PpDhPtIzfFI/s72-c/laughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4507079478032242060</id><published>2008-09-30T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:04:04.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this it?</title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's gonna be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day of Ramadhan already. I don't want it to end just yet know. Not now, when I'm still learning whatever there is to be learned. Don't get me wrong, its not like I'm not excited for this year's raya. I am. Very very much excited actually. Its just I didn't expect Ramadhan to pass by so so so so so so so fast. Unfair as it may seems, some people may not understand why in the world it is so important to me right now. Well, if you do know why, then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I'll be revamping my blog. Just a minor change here and there. Since promos are officially over tm(for the whole jc1 cohort), I've promised to set a side some time to revamp my blog! Yay. Coming soon ah. Tsktsktsk. And I promise a vvvvv. long post later. An overview of everything thats been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, let's see what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;1.Pw meeting&lt;br /&gt;2.Date with Ika Ariyani @ Geylang !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 is the love.&lt;br /&gt;1 is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ika had her hair highlighted. A total bomb I tell you, hot stuff eh! :D Poly-student what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peeeeeekchas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOElYRhGSHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8UrjQ5J_bS4/s1600-h/29-09-08_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOElYRhGSHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8UrjQ5J_bS4/s320/29-09-08_2156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251519739440023666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bestest of cousins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOEluzdGnnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f7IzYoRslmo/s1600-h/29-09-08_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOEluzdGnnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/f7IzYoRslmo/s320/29-09-08_2153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251520126507196018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We may seem different but we're actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; same same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. "Happy" last day of fasting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; day of Ramadhan left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just another one day,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thinking is it time /.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4507079478032242060?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4507079478032242060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4507079478032242060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4507079478032242060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4507079478032242060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-this-it.html' title='Is this it?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SOElYRhGSHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/8UrjQ5J_bS4/s72-c/29-09-08_2156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-541237583767278371</id><published>2008-09-28T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:23:55.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats are scary, and they're mean!</title><content type='html'>The past few days has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;s smiles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiles(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long post though, so may not want to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with yesterday. I woke up laughing thinking of the dream I had. Two words; Weird&amp;amp;Funny. HAHAHA! It was yet another lovely long awaited date with Chanel dearest, this time to IKEA(: And it was wear-a-dress-day! Fun times trying to put make-up for one another. And yes, she's officially crazy over eye-liners:D   Not forgetting our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bangles! &lt;/span&gt;Shing shingszzxzxxxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; was a bomb. We did all sorts of crazy wicked things&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like crawling through the holes in the wall @ the kids section) &lt;/span&gt;We wanted to take photos so badly luh, but too bad the camera was being a naughty girl. So made do with our phones. Imagination set free, fun times yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some ass though. ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ASS&lt;/span&gt;. Sheesh kebab.&lt;br /&gt;Off to Queensway. When I think of it now, I'll call myself a nut for buying the pink fbt. Now wait till I wear it for training. Blablabla. Bumped into Wati @ the busstop. I missed trainings with her man. But anw, Chanel was so excited eh. Juicy details , juicy juicy juicy! * Insiders secret *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;widow house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA! We were fooling around saying that we're going back to let our children(from where ah) see what we've bought.Then Chanel said, " Like that people think we Lesbian ah!" But then we decided that widows sounded more morally right. Welcome to the widow house~ Blablabla. Build the boxers!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do-it-yourself&lt;/span&gt; fun, yay:D And someone's off to her dinner date(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truly enjoyable day, indeeeeeeeeeeeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Chanel came over to get her stuffs just now and she gave me strawberry strudel  :D And then she send me a message saying "Enjoy that strawberry strudel, knowing that you'll always be a sweet strawberry to me, whatever happens k" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; * Melts like ice *&lt;/span&gt; To my prettiest friend,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; chanel apple&lt;/span&gt;, you've always been and would always be that apple that keeps doctor-blues away, my forever happy-pill(a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fat&lt;/span&gt; one!) Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, songs that means a lot to me, there on the player now. Listen kae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;days of Ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's make full use of it to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;To that stronger person, inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Whoever this may go out to, I want you to know that I'll always be here. Here here here here here, for you you you you you. I'm happy for you, that is what you need to know. And don't be sad, cause i'll be unhappy too. Remember what we talked about, if you really ______, pursue it. Don't give it up, if that's what you really want.  I'm happy if you still are able to treat me as someone you can talk to, about whatever under the sun. Happy just that way.  But I hope you won't do whatever, you know. I don't want to see you again if that's the case, cause I won't see the same old friend/buddy that I have always kept in my mind/heart. And it hurts to see you as another person that  I know you're not.  Don't let em prayers be put to waste kae? I'll keep praying for you with no doubt. You takecare and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; imy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If there's no one beside you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;when your soul embarks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the i'll follow you into the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-541237583767278371?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/541237583767278371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=541237583767278371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/541237583767278371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/541237583767278371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/cats-are-scary-and-theyre-mean.html' title='Cats are scary, and they&apos;re mean!'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5785982960543320088</id><published>2008-09-25T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:10:21.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the bangles went shingggggggsxssxz (:</title><content type='html'>Happy is the simplest yet most appropriate word that I can use to describe how I feel now, yes, this very minute, you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell + show you the answer :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9utkfMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2GNeFozlu5c/s1600-h/Photo0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9utkfMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2GNeFozlu5c/s320/Photo0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973370071841986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Promos&lt;/span&gt; are finally, finally over! :D ( So happy for what, results how? tsktsktsk ) OH WELL. Each and everyone jc1 student of any junior college deserves a break from thinking too much for the past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my papers were alright ... not! So so so so so so  ___. Ya think? Ahaaaaks! I'm just so scared for results, but you know what. Idk. Its done so its done. * crosses fingers *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt; was stuck in my head when I was rushing the essays for cheeena paper just now. And I suddenly just stopped writing for a bit, and a random thought that I really love myself for taking the subject just like that. I hope I'll get my C at least, insyaallah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so so, guess where me and Km went straight after the paper ? Guess ah, guess ah kae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; little red dot!&lt;/span&gt; Little India(: Trained there. The station was so empty we just had to take many many photos. She likes! Me likes too :D Went to Mustafa centre. Initial plan was to bring that mushroom-girl to Ru***** for threading. Naughty girl, keeps laughing when I say the name of the shop. Orhorrr, think of what ah ... Stationaries. Blablabla. We just couldnt resist the bangles! shingshingszxxz (with a lot more z&amp;amp;x eh Km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to harbourfront. Some people wanted Mac'd ah. Eat somemore, EAT! Hahaha. Talked @ Mac'd, indeed refreshing. Boy, don't we share a fair bit of similarities? Anw, went vivo after that to walk around for a while. 2 vvvvvv.important things happen(kae,maybe one):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. A&lt;/span&gt;s we entered top man, I was like looking @ some stuffs near the counter. Then someone, whom I thought was Km, covered my eyes la. And the person did this " Kaoooooo". And boy am I delighted to have bump into you bestie. I felt so pleased know, really. vvv.happy , felt like god wanted us to meet so badly(: You know why? Cause only god knows how much I miss you, and he knows we're busy people with packed schedules for the rest of next week. I'm so happy to have bumped into you man! Thanks for the lovely warm hugs you never fail to give me each time yea? Now I'm starting to miss you all over again ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. T&lt;/span&gt;his is funny. The situation was like " There there, that one. Oh shiet, they're looking at us, run! " Apparently, there was this 2 strangers were smiling smiling smiling and then someone saw saw saw and told another someone and then they got all hyped up. Cute I tell you, should have seen. If only ah Km, but guess we can keep dreaming eh. Sad-case):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back to Batok. Listening to our favourite, Mercy by Duffy. Training for post-promos, oh yes we are. We'll be begging the teachers for mercy not anyone else though. Hopefully not yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeeekchas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9RiHqJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EYRzYW_7aSw/s1600-h/Photo0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9RiHqJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/EYRzYW_7aSw/s320/Photo0579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973362239187090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meditation helps heal the wound of a student under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9dMLw8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/m-QIc77nqMA/s1600-h/Photo0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9dMLw8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/m-QIc77nqMA/s320/Photo0578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973365368406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tako tako, whose signature post ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9smSMzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F6Zl2d0haTQ/s1600-h/Photo0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9smSMzI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F6Zl2d0haTQ/s320/Photo0584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973369504412466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Km says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"On our way to heaven, may we meet our soulmates we so deseve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reaction is this "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;  (:  &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9NbuIyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xtIFIcIMrW4/s1600-h/Photo0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9NbuIyI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xtIFIcIMrW4/s320/Photo0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249973361138606882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My personal fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;days of Ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is really fast):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5785982960543320088?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5785982960543320088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5785982960543320088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5785982960543320088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5785982960543320088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/shingggg-goes-bangles.html' title='And the bangles went shingggggggsxssxz (:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SNum9utkfMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2GNeFozlu5c/s72-c/Photo0581.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1191406595797890425</id><published>2008-09-10T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:30:06.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H for heartbreaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SMfB9fAi5oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V9r-OlYGPOI/s1600-h/Stress+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SMfB9fAi5oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V9r-OlYGPOI/s200/Stress+kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244373553136199298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Bangggggggggggggs 10 000 times. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wondering what in the world I'm up to? Well, this was what the beloved tong tong drew on the whiteboard during chem class today before doing his head bang like 3 times. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things I wanna blog about. BUT, I've only got 9 minutes before my sinetron ends, so that means 9 minutes of sit-back-and-relax-time left before I'm off to hit the books(: Oh well, I'm leaving many many things till after promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days since fasting started. I had a nice talk with Lj today. She asked me some questions about fasting and stuff. And it got me talking non-stop. HAHAHA! But, I'm glad I got her all excited listening to the stories. And guess what? I'm so gonna lend her the CD about the story of prophet Muhammad&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (s.a.w)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, after promos kae! Joys of spreading the love(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice time with Km during CT time. Was listening to the script song, nice right? Tsktsktsk. Tako asked me a random question while we were talking+internetexplorer-ing( But I was mozillafirefox-ing) And that was if I've ever tried hating somebody. Have I? Had an mini-argument (nono, not catfight, just a "debate") Details shall be kept, between two of us. But all I have to say is, " Hating starts fights, but love covers all sins." Why hate when you can love?  Cause hatred will only lead you to hating yourself at the end of the day. Say hi to positivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nicer time in pw lecture, hiding from some people eh. Well babe, I'm so glad to see you happy that way you know? I know its been hard for ya, never was easy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H for ? &lt;/span&gt;Oh well, next letters' x so prolly xenon and xylophone next. Or maybe it'll be W eh(insiders joke). Awww, how on Earth am I supposed to find a W-named person? Willy Wonka, maybe. Mug hard mushroom(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a beloved someone, no words can express how much receiving a message saying you miss me mean. Its nice, to know that you're thinking of me even at this busy-bee week. And all the well wishes, thanks many many many.I feel loved. Very vey loved. You're indeed z-best, my beloved bestie for sure(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I won't say I'm stronger just yet. But one things for sure, I'm not giving up, not on myself. I'm pretty certain there'll be days where I'll fall once again, but I'm praying that I'll only get stronger with each passing day(InsyaAllah). It'll be hard, but nothing's impossible with god by our sides. But we've gotta make an effort right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start by working hard for promos(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 8 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; days of Ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm all choked up and you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7241229009725871389-1191406595797890425?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1191406595797890425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1191406595797890425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1191406595797890425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1191406595797890425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/bangggggggggggggs-10-000-times.html' title='H for heartbreaks.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SMfB9fAi5oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/V9r-OlYGPOI/s72-c/Stress+kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-9146186347742662838</id><published>2008-09-09T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:05:44.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another one of your random dramas,uh?</title><content type='html'>I promised Nicole something, that I'll be asleep by 23 hours tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been exhausting me out. Been sleeping at 2 am, waking up at 4 am. What life is there to live you ask? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I just backspaced the long post that I've written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about today is that Km told me mtv is giving out the scripts cd with their autograph(: That's a to die for good stuff yo! I'm so in love with every song in the album.&lt;br /&gt;OhGod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A huge grief mistake,&lt;/span&gt; that is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What a timing, what a timing, what a timing, what a timing, what a timing, what a timing!&lt;/span&gt; How SILLY of me.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 9 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;days of Ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's not let anyone bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-9146186347742662838?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/9146186347742662838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=9146186347742662838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/9146186347742662838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/9146186347742662838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/yet-another-one-of-your-random-dramasuh.html' title='Yet another one of your random dramas,uh?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3087675876201805720</id><published>2008-09-08T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:02:04.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold your breath, and let it all out ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt; days of Ramadhan over. That's like a week, and that's like so sad cause its so fast. Slow down already. An even sadder fact: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holidays &lt;/span&gt;are bye bye ): I just feel like ponning all the way till promos. But no I can't. We're not done for maths yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got thaaaaaaaaat much things to do for revision. I'm falling behind. I've yet to even start for economics yet. No way am I gonna do good for promos ):&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OH WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day well spent(not so much for revision though). I spent a jolly-good-4.5-hours @ the mosque today. Had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quran&lt;/span&gt; recital session with mum and aunt. Mum and me were gugu-gaga when we heard that we had to read one by one. Should have seen how shiverish we were when our turn came. Still, i'm thankful that I was given this chance to experience it all. Funny yet refreshing.Had a lot to think about, but for a moment, it felt like I had nothing to worry about at all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the songs that tako's mum plays on the way to school. Thoose with little children singing. Its just too bad they're all christian songs. I've always wanted to have little childen songs for muslims. And today, I got it. Well, not exactly own it but yea, my aunt had the songs playing in her car. And one word, sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a rather long daze in the car on the way back home. It was like a walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the times when i'll get down the bus and see that you're already waiting for me at the bus stop. I remembered how you'll have the "oh shiet.." grin when you forget to wear something on your pinkie and you see that I had mine on. I remembered the long bus rides that we had,the countless times I fell asleep while we're talking. I remembered having someone wait @ the bus stop each morning to walk to school together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bus stops&lt;/span&gt;, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little tiff with dad just now. Was a little too stressed out over school work I guess. And it just pains me to see that my study room is in a total mess due to the painting. I didn't want the room painted, but oh well. Now its white, so empty. But things got on the brighter side after a while. Mum was sweet, helped me with the cleaning. And walaa, the rooms' neater than before(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;days of Ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I s'posed to do when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the best part of me was always you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3087675876201805720?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3087675876201805720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3087675876201805720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3087675876201805720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3087675876201805720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-your-breath-and-let-it-all-out.html' title='hold your breath, and let it all out ?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8314620248546089652</id><published>2008-09-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:01:48.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, we only wish tears can bring us back to the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;days of ramadhan complete. Today's gonna be the 7th day already. Wow, a week just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, yesterday hadn't been too pleasant a day. It felt as though I was back to 28th December again, all over again. Like I was reverting to how I used to be, weak and weaker than ever.I remembered that very day, prolly will for the next 10000 years to come. How can I not remember that day? And yesterday I kinda got all of those pieces jumbled up over again. But alhamdulillah, I got over yesterday stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking too much. I know it. My minds not set on the books but on something else. Photos, letters, memories, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories.&lt;/span&gt; I'm thinking of so many things I know I should have stopped thinking of 10000 years ago. But I just can't bring myself to, somehow. As said before, I tried and tried to walk away but I really just can't. Somehow, he either gets me right back into him. And it doesn't help with those countless times he came back but sadly, only to leave yet again. I don't blame him. Nobody's to blame. I blame myself though, for so many things I just couldn't explain to myself. Sometimes, one just chose not to learn from past mistakes don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a lighter note, I had a nice talk with bestie Ben yesterday. Rather, it was this morning. Somehow, Ben never fails to make me think wisely. It was nice, how he tried to make me see things on the other side. And how he made an effort to make me open up and tell him what's wrong. I didn't tell him how upset I was yesterday though. Sometimes, things are better left unsaid, yes? Finally, a day in which I smiled myself to sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this vvvvvvv.long email from a good friend who's so very far away. First of all, I'd like to say thank you to this person. Its nice to even think that someone so far away actually bothered to sacrifice his sleep to write to me, just so he could let me know that he cares. Trust me, the email was vvvvvvvv.long! I spend about 30 minutes reading the whole thing. But it was totally worth it(:  I'll talk more about it maybe some other time, when I 've totally think things over. But still, thank you thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 11 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;23 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;days of Ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, the first cut doesn't heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8314620248546089652?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8314620248546089652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8314620248546089652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8314620248546089652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8314620248546089652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-we-only-wish-tears-can-bring.html' title='sometimes, we only wish tears can bring us back to the past.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3901426798657354312</id><published>2008-09-06T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:49:30.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been dreaming a little too much, yes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;days of fasting already. awwww, so fast. Saturday's here already): and before you know it, its gonna be Sunday soon. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been very nice lately. Its been pouring a whole lot, good/bad? I don't know. But some people say that the rain brings us fortune/luck. Does it? Well, I sure hope so. Then we can all be blessed with a lot of luck for our promos, ugly promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to Promos: 12 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmpigs&lt;/span&gt; to promos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying mum now. Sew sew sew. I should be studying eh. Guess I'm too tired(excuses..) Oh and I accompanied dad to prayers today. Though it was a little crowded, I'm happy that I could experience it all once again. Its been a while since I last did. Its really nice, how I get to meet so many people who are so different from one another. Some are rather chatty while others just prefer to keep to themselves. Today, a grandmama spoke to me about her life. How she hasn't been going for prayers for the past few years because of her illness. And seeing how thankful and happy she was to be able to come this year, it just made me feel .. I don't know how to put it. But I'm glad I was able to share her cup of joy. Am so looking forward to more sessions!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging suddenly. Oh well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may the love be with you(:&lt;/span&gt; Takecare loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;days of ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;and i'm still missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3901426798657354312?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3901426798657354312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3901426798657354312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3901426798657354312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3901426798657354312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-dreaming-little-too-much-yes.html' title='i&apos;ve been dreaming a little too much, yes?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-7787851446868967520</id><published>2008-09-03T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:33:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buddhist monk means i love you.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the 3rd fasting day. I don't know why but I just don't want this fasting month to end so soon.And thinking of how there's school next week followed by beloved promos the week after, I sure know that time will just really fly.  Talking about promos, I'm quite happy that I've settled down to study now(like finally!) But I think I need to study way way wayyyyyy harder. go go fazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm really thankful for yesterday. I smiled pretty much more considering the times I actually did for the past few days. Studying @ je library with Km and NYC was a blast. Though we kind of played a little towards the end. HEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle picked me up from the library and home is the place to be. Its funny, the thoughts that I had while I was sitting down waiting for break-fast. I suddenly just couldn't imagine myself breaking fast without my family. Without the daily popiahs that I have(they're good stuff ity!) Without the exact taste of tea that I can never find outside. Without the warmth that a family can bring sitting down in a circle(my dining table's circular btw.) , just eating together. And my favourite, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya Rabb Song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, my aunt's family used to come daily to break fast at our house. So we had my aunt,uncle and his son. So there are 10 of us. I really missed that. Now there is only my other uncle. I remembered how we would have at least one praying session together, the whole lot of us. But now, we're all praying by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how reluctant I used to be when dad wanted me to pray with him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Childish&lt;/span&gt; times I would say. This year, dad has yet to make any offer, like he knew I'd prefer doing it on my own. But somehow, deep down, I wanted him to ask me so badly. And I was so happy that he did for the first time this year yesterday. So it was me mum and dad. Am sure looking forward to more sessions together, insyaAllah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday made me realise something, and that is that we should savour the moments given to us and take every single oppurtunity that we are entitled to. And when we get the oppurtunity, we should make the best of it and only look back to smile and not regret. Cause happy times aren't exactly hard to find, they're always there. But if we choose not to savour this times, they may never come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what is life if its only filled with happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all just pray that we'll get out of every sad/(insert negativities here) a stronger person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A much stronger one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 14 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26 &lt;/span&gt;days of ramadhan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;must learn to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-7787851446868967520?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7787851446868967520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=7787851446868967520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7787851446868967520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7787851446868967520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/buddhist-monk-means-i-love-you.html' title='buddhist monk means i love you.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6693516845086618861</id><published>2008-09-02T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:29:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have i told you how cold it has been lately?</title><content type='html'>The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fasting month&lt;/span&gt; is here already. That's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well today's gonna be the third day and I'm still counting.  I'm not exactly waiting for it to end either. I love ramadhan in so many ways but i'll definitely miss eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brownies&lt;/span&gt; @ mac.cafe and i'm sorry km, nicole and lj that I won't be joining you in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it has been just 2 days of fasting completed, I feel like its been days already. As much as i'm trying to embrace the month, it started out quite sadly/roughly for me. I found out something I wished I never would have known. Truthfully, it hurts to see what's happening now. The thoughts that run through my mind everyday when I get remembered of what is happening. I think of the every possibilty that might happen, rather might already happen. And that alone can get me tearing the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Sometimes, I only wish it hadn't happen. But its too late to wish now uh? I miss everything that was of the past. I miss the endless messages that we used to send each other, I miss the random calls that you gave me just to say that you miss me. I know ours was a story of the past but sometimes, I just wished you were here to go through the time with me. But that only makes me the most selfish person in the whole wide world. True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I wondered to myself if there comes another day where you'll love me again. And I don't want to comfort myself into believing this. Cause even though it was always the case last time, maybe this time, that girl feels a little something for you too. I know its coming. That day where I'll hear it from you. Or would you still remember me by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat for morning sahur today, I missed something. And that was having you call after your daily morning sahur just to say good morning. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying and trying to walk away. I'll pray so hard everyday that I'll be strong. Cause there's no stopping you this time and I don't want to do that.Still, I thank god for every single minute of everything, past, present or future for I know that its what going to make me stronger at the end of the day.Hopefully, the next time I see you, I'll be stronger that I ever was before(InsyaAllah) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this blog private for a little while, just to help me get past the time. If you're able to read this then I really hope whatever's that written would remain here and here only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6693516845086618861?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6693516845086618861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6693516845086618861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6693516845086618861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6693516845086618861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-i-told-you-how-cold-it-has-been.html' title='have i told you how cold it has been lately?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2349363540159088576</id><published>2008-08-31T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:01:04.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't going away.  or is it?</title><content type='html'>Today was not just another day. I feel this step closer to my family. I really hope things will remain this way through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramadhan.&lt;/span&gt; It'll make the whole process a whole lot easier. Currently waiting for abang to come home before we do some serious lifting * arms cries in pain *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paint-the-house&lt;/span&gt; day(: Mummy is so in love with the white walls and ceilings. I don't know. It feels kind of empty to me. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cosy&lt;/span&gt; ambiance just ain't there no more): But oh well, as long as she likes it. Its really touching to see us working together, sitting down, just to talk or discuss about our plans. Though not all of us were there, it was still nice. And I got to see another side of my brother today. A pleasant side, spoken just like a brother i've always yearned to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak is ultimate-happy-mode today. I would admit that its been hard for her the past 6 months or so I think. And today, I shared her joy when she told me the happening happenings in her life. She's not telling who though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmpigs!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mum's making me sleep in brothers room from now on. And the thought just got me so thrilled. Back to the good old days. I remember thoose times vividly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(considering my limited memory, guess how important those days were to me?)&lt;/span&gt; I've always loved those times, where me and my brother are like the bestest of friends. I'm missing the double-decker bed we once had. And I've always thought that i've lost that brother of mine in the recent years. But today has proven me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I'm not suffering from depression ( see Abi!).&lt;/span&gt; If there is one thing that keeps me going regardless of the challenges I face, its my family.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MumDadKakakAbangAdikBibik(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the paint to dry, I chilled in my brothers room for a while. I missed those times where i'd just get to watch him play his com/game. And then we'll catch up in a way. After so long, we finally had this talk again. I've realised how much goods i've overlooked for the past few years. Somehow, he never fails to understand me. He asked me something today that just got me tearing. Though I said it reluctantly, he's still the first one in the family to know. Sadly, I just spent the rest of the time ____ myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it continued for the rest of the day. Ups and downs, I'm still grateful how we're becoming closer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alhamdulillah(&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt; I just hope that me shifting into my brother's room would be a great thing. And I sure hope he'll stop the puffing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 2 weeks 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy fasting people(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2349363540159088576?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2349363540159088576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2349363540159088576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2349363540159088576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2349363540159088576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-aint-going-away-or-is-it.html' title='It ain&apos;t going away.  or is it?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1695348253648625064</id><published>2008-08-29T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:39:06.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And when I turn 94 , I think I'll m..... even more.</title><content type='html'>Life's been tiring. Its starting to drain me out. The past 2 weeks wasn't a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;The only happening thing that I remembered was :&lt;br /&gt;1.First friendly match with IJ( HPNV! )&lt;br /&gt;2. Bestie's surprise party/sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Countdown to promos: 2 weeks 4 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks. Promos is not cool at all. Neither are those people who go around saying I'll probably retain. What if it comes true? Go on and laugh. I'm pretty sure only Km, Nicole and Lj knows what promoting means to me, to them. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Backspaced 10000 times *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, here's a shout out to my dearest abi whose probably lazing around after a hectic day of school in US. You know, when we met again @ Peeeeej, I always thought you're still the mischievous guy who would never stop irritating me until the day I cried during our p5 maths exam. HAHA! But you proved me wrong. Of course, there's still this child in you yo! But then, its nice to see how you're more sensitive and caring towards the people around you now:D And i'm really proud to be one of em'. When I received the email from you, I was touched. You're probably the furthest from me now and yet, you're making this effort. And that made me wanna cry.Sorry if I didn't talk much.I promise I'll tell you when the time comes alright. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks abi, you're really a great friend to have(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost the match btw. But considering coach wasn't there, we were awesome. 2-1. That last goal was a close one. Plus, IJ's coach was awesome too. He wants a rematch after hari raya. And he was so shy when we wanted to shake his hand after the match! Oh and HPNVs came. Hahaha. Sadly, I couldn't join em for dinner. Sorry guys, some other time ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to lakeside then. * Fast forward * Lighted the candles and sat on tas bed with the rest. Its damn funny how we were like " Sur ... " when chameleon came in instead of the camel. Should have seen how we all reacted, no kidding! Then finally B'dae girl entered her room and we had the honour of  completing the previous " Sur... ". I felt damn happy then. You know why? Cause tas gave me a peck on the cheek. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, I'm straight. &lt;/span&gt;* I kissed a girl and I like it...  * Glad you had fun. There were so many things I wanted to tell you, but just didn't get the chance to. After promos alright? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love you tas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Teacher's day celebration today. Rather ystd. I miss so many people now,especially Benjamin Koh with his retarded actions that made me laugh so hard @ al-azhaaaaar. Bry and me got irritated by his endless comments on our photos. Hahaha. And he insisted to help Km and Lj with the eyebrows. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September holidays are here (:&lt;br /&gt;So is Ramadhan (Well, not exactly here yet, coming vvvv soon)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly excited neither am I frowning against it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, happy holidays people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its no longer about the what ifs anymore. Its more like waiting for reality to hit you. And I'm really scared now. Scared of everything thats gonna happen. As the days pass by, I keep telling myself that that day's coming, closer each day. I know somehow. I sense it. There's so many things I feel like saying , but I won't. One word, pointless. I feel so happy yet deep down,I know I'm sad too. Sometimes, I only wished you see all those times I teared/cried ever since that day. On the surface, you may get how I feel. But the true fact is that you'll never even guess how I truly feel deep down inside, like how I can't seem to figure you still.You're so different now, i'm not saying you're worst now. Just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When someone asked me how we were doing, the answer that I gave just made me realise something. Its hard to let go, but its even harder to move on. And I'm really hoping this year's Ramadhan would only get me stronger than before. Whether or not I'm gonna do any, thats within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it sucks knowing things i'd rather not, i'm smiling.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you're v.happy now.&lt;br /&gt;May you be happy, always.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on, when I'm still in love with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1695348253648625064?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1695348253648625064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1695348253648625064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1695348253648625064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1695348253648625064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-when-i-turn-94-i-think-ill-m-even.html' title='And when I turn 94 , I think I&apos;ll m..... even more.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5956905792686138938</id><published>2008-08-10T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:34:26.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get things straight now(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before anything, I owe an update about cousin's wedding k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna go on a hiatus(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No blogging for a teeny while. I'm gonna replace the time with something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiley? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sweetest A and B in the whole wide world(:&lt;br /&gt;Go ah, go okay. Guess all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Though what I heard from you earlier wasn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the sweetest little thing that you could have said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I thank you dear Allah for showing me that someone else cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And to that someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will break the glass someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, i'm not doing it to prove to anyone anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But for my happiness(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someday, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But still, i'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, i'm not afraid to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You takecare(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5956905792686138938?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5956905792686138938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5956905792686138938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5956905792686138938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5956905792686138938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-get-things-straight-now.html' title='Let&apos;s get things straight now(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3919966024471675309</id><published>2008-08-10T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:05:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3919966024471675309?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3919966024471675309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3919966024471675309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3919966024471675309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3919966024471675309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/let.html' title='Let'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-843282333282457536</id><published>2008-08-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:49:06.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and uninspired ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SJs6afaPvYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nF72ZX6CzLY/s1600-h/07-08-08_2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SJs6afaPvYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nF72ZX6CzLY/s320/07-08-08_2108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231839618903555458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends are sweet(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They helped me to pick what I could eat.&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Bread and Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today's CIP.&lt;br /&gt;I love yesterday's Hockey training.&lt;br /&gt;Boys and girls first pitch training together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hockey players are the bomb[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is dying.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got no nuts idea why i'm still up.&lt;br /&gt;livejournal's being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies for tagboard, maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be strong for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Km,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Lj&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;I'm losing grip of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so tired before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired too hey.&lt;br /&gt;School's draining me out.&lt;br /&gt;Tummy makes things no better.&lt;br /&gt;With hockey, it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;With 3 girls, it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for that(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;Physically/Mentally/Emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;All of the above k.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I let my feelings take control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a lil too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'll vent it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But sometimes, I wish you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what really lies within me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And that you'll understand me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No need for explanations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fazee is sad):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you care now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos' lately I've been tired and un-inspired))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-843282333282457536?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/843282333282457536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=843282333282457536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/843282333282457536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/843282333282457536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/tired-and-uninspired.html' title='Tired and uninspired ):'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SJs6afaPvYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/nF72ZX6CzLY/s72-c/07-08-08_2108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5221901023581425616</id><published>2008-08-04T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:08:37.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, look carefully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augustine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chalet.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice, simply put.&lt;br /&gt;I realised how much I miss having the two BK's around.&lt;br /&gt;At first, there were only 5 of us.&lt;br /&gt;B'dae boy, Km, Bel, Yaya.&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking session with Bel is loved(:&lt;br /&gt;Then they left.&lt;br /&gt;Ben came. Bry came!&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking session with B'dae boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macbook's camera is the new love! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Send me the photos lazy bum!)&lt;br /&gt;We talked.&lt;br /&gt;B'dae boy told me something, hais.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to forget what he said.&lt;br /&gt;But on the lighter note, fun gossips with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you failed to realise,&lt;br /&gt;that even though letting go of the tight grip&lt;br /&gt;of the first makes things feel easier,&lt;br /&gt;it still leaves behind a mark.&lt;br /&gt;The pain that only we feel.&lt;br /&gt;That no one else knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khan photoshoot on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Lazy lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been 48 + hours since I opened up to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And it felt great to have someone listen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're better now dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, things got more blurred.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;And it went on.&lt;br /&gt;Why hold on?&lt;br /&gt;When its clear now, that what others say are true after all.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that it doesnt matter what others say.&lt;br /&gt;But now, it does matter.&lt;br /&gt;For they see it in a way I never could.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, today has proved to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past promises you made.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself today.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kept to any of it.&lt;br /&gt;The only I could remember is that you'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;And you sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me.&lt;br /&gt;If he's busy, can't he spare some time he has for me.&lt;br /&gt;And if he could find the time for others who he claims is only his friends,&lt;br /&gt;why can't he spare some for me, his so-called close/best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, are you really that busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet you told me you'll never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;So  much of putting my faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, where do I put it,&lt;br /&gt;em' faith, hopes, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing anymore, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5221901023581425616?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5221901023581425616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5221901023581425616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5221901023581425616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5221901023581425616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-look-carefully.html' title='Now, look carefully.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4696300607205695341</id><published>2008-07-28T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:50.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll  be waiting long time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SI283yfAtbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ft8POfiLvLM/s1600-h/Picture+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SI283yfAtbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ft8POfiLvLM/s320/Picture+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228042409077683634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks a million babe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was sweet to have someone to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;especially so if that someone is you.&lt;br /&gt;Mooooaks[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I hear the clock tick and I think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning in circles&lt;br /&gt;Confusion is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash back to warm nights&lt;br /&gt;Almost left behind&lt;br /&gt;A suitcase of memories&lt;br /&gt;Time after sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You picture me&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking too far ahead&lt;br /&gt;You're calling to me&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear what you've said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, go slow&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen behind&lt;br /&gt;The second hand unwinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look&lt;br /&gt;And you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, I will catch you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your picture fades&lt;br /&gt;And darkness has turned to grey&lt;br /&gt;Watching through windows&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say, go slow&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen behind&lt;br /&gt;The drum beats out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're lost, you can look&lt;br /&gt;And you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall I will catch you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4696300607205695341?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4696300607205695341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4696300607205695341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4696300607205695341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4696300607205695341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-be-waiting-long-time.html' title='I&apos;ll  be waiting long time.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SI283yfAtbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ft8POfiLvLM/s72-c/Picture+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8869637639860214834</id><published>2008-07-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:08:47.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As the song goes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Maths tutorials, tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Oh give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking whether I should drop the idea of school tm.&lt;br /&gt;I just need one more day to catch up .&lt;br /&gt;Whether its studying for tests, or whatever tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;I really need time, a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Countdown to Promos : 6 weeks PLUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pressure's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;No, my parents don't say things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" You better do this that this that.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's been emphasizing on the Uni stuffs again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame her, which mum won't want at least one child into uni?&lt;br /&gt;But its tougher than I thought it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;And things aren't any better that I can't seem to sit down and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent-teacher's meeting was on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just so as I do better for promos, i'm save.&lt;br /&gt;But what if I don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the short little advices dad always gives after ptm.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, his advice really hit me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was time I listen.&lt;br /&gt;What maybe, it is time for me to go all out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad asked me something,&lt;br /&gt;he left me with silence for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS TASVITA KASSEY KALLEICHELVEN.&lt;br /&gt;Awww, thanks babe for the talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Really helped boost up my spirit or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being honest about what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciated(:&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick to your advices,&lt;br /&gt;at least give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;Catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time after time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8869637639860214834?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8869637639860214834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8869637639860214834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8869637639860214834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8869637639860214834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-song-goes.html' title='As the song goes ...'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5830552716231339682</id><published>2008-07-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:54:12.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My vey own forecast(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remembered telling myself a few weeks back&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 23 July will be a happy day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause the number kept striking me.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day after all.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when the day starts with thunders and lightnings.&lt;br /&gt;We'll all have assembly at the hall then!&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be not-so-sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice weather, I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Econs wasn't that interesting today, Maths too.&lt;br /&gt;I still managed to somehow pull through.&lt;br /&gt;New topic for Maths! If only I did all my tutorials from the start,&lt;br /&gt;Maths is so fun luh! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was a phewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Me and LJ were like omg, we didn't print out new notes.&lt;br /&gt;So we were both busy crossing our fingers,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that he won't have time to start the new topic.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? He didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tongtongtong and his smile(spastic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Chocolate Muffin &amp;amp; Spaghetti!&lt;br /&gt;Plus a whole lot of sandwiches from investiture.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy yum! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hockey hits after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I love the juggles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KM should know why eh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hotsecret. At least better than your )&amp;amp;A)!&lt;br /&gt;GO FIGURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night studied with KM.&lt;br /&gt;Fun to da core.&lt;br /&gt;Did maths(:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Photo-ed with Sodi&amp;amp;Km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR FOREVER FAT FRIENDS(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;More like Black is Fat eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. What a day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EOM SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5830552716231339682?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5830552716231339682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5830552716231339682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5830552716231339682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5830552716231339682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-vey-own-forecast.html' title='My vey own forecast(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8082880410466085924</id><published>2008-07-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:50.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SIH1KZcOzOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cjfGnuOIVXo/s1600-h/Cinta+fitri%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SIH1KZcOzOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cjfGnuOIVXo/s320/Cinta+fitri%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224726601703279842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My current addiction now(:&lt;br /&gt;Teuku Wisnu is hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, how many days already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday training was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;But had the best times @ Tako's house ..&lt;br /&gt;Doing WR eh! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I love the chocolate eclair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* yummy yums*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Chocolate muffin is loved.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously gettin addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. And it costs like only like $1.30&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat it everyday. Lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like the opposite eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach wants us big and strong.&lt;br /&gt;But who says we have to be big to be strong right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tako came over today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. My auntie say we look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like sisters. &lt;/span&gt;Cheyhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.Had a great laugh at something.&lt;br /&gt;She rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have rocked more if she spoke less black-y and fatty.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpigs! For a pig like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pretty pig !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Today, I thought I'll try giving things a shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I thought maybe it was time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I didn't  know it'll turn out this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I felt guilty, surprisingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Its funny, I should be excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But I couldn't kept thinking of _.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I felt guilty, naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Like _ were still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Oh man, maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But Thank god I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8082880410466085924?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8082880410466085924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8082880410466085924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8082880410466085924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8082880410466085924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-current-addiction-now-teuku-wisnu-is.html' title=''/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SIH1KZcOzOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cjfGnuOIVXo/s72-c/Cinta+fitri%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4315398187132717145</id><published>2008-07-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:56:13.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No chemistry(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Library fun without Chemistry tutorial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. Oh man, I should be ashamed(: But oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a short day luh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having assembly later. * YAWNS *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna goooooooooooo.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ohh, say Hello to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Tako&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Waves * &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to online shopping[:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And researching gp stuffs&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. Someone random is talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once-upon-a-time, a long lost idol ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, kills my boredom with no one online!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;One day, two days, three days, four days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;close to eightdays now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;I can form my own 8days issue eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;This sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh well, let's laugh it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4315398187132717145?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4315398187132717145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4315398187132717145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4315398187132717145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4315398187132717145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-chemistry.html' title='No chemistry(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3627143781897448121</id><published>2008-07-15T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:51.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's faster than the speed of light?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPK4j-tMI/AAAAAAAAANg/FUtPYp_y6Wo/s1600-h/13-07-08_1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPK4j-tMI/AAAAAAAAANg/FUtPYp_y6Wo/s200/13-07-08_1727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277453731869890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got the answer yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's faster than the speed of light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putting on weight):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so FAT lately, must have been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tako Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, passing her fat disease to me eh.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she's under my un-fat disease. Hmpfs! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to watch what I eat eh.&lt;br /&gt;And no thanks to indigestion that cause things to be worst. Double hmpfs!&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, Tako Kisses, please remember what our goal is, the one we have to achieve by the end of the year eh.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. No more fat Macds. No more fat food.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate muffins&lt;/span&gt; should be made an exception.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose weight. I want to be as light as I was at the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I miss that feeling! Hahaha. Coach is so going to kill me if she reads this, I'll probably die tm.She would keep asking me to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shall just eat all I want(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a lovely weekend.&lt;br /&gt;With bonding of Ika's &amp;amp; Fazee's family(:&lt;br /&gt;It was totally fun, with me and Ika wearing our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ndergarten teacher&lt;/span&gt; tops!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. And trip to Mustafa to buy pillows and snacks were two-thumbs-up.&lt;br /&gt;If only there were lesser people luh -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Pw meeeeting with my group members.&lt;br /&gt;Overall fun , but it would be a whole lot better/nicer/sweeter/kinder&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* points to peeshant, chengcheng and tako kisses * &lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;yes you three, didn't bully me la. Hmpfs! And we kept playing cs. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And see pee-shant, I killed more than one person okay! Hahaha. The highlight of the&lt;br /&gt;day was of course the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cam-whoring session&lt;/span&gt; that we(more like me and tako) had.&lt;br /&gt;Simply love laptops with camera.&lt;br /&gt;Fun like nobody's business, i promise(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohh and cheng cheng said somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g like "Smell you soon ah" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday got better.&lt;br /&gt;I was Vale's lucky star(:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I bought h20 at the vendi, and two h20 came out.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, talked to someone random in the library.&lt;br /&gt;Nice catching up! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny I tell you. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why you so cool eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Insiders joke! Tako should know(:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peek-chas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzQuYFPuhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rgtO4oSzitQ/s1600-h/Picture+48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzQuYFPuhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rgtO4oSzitQ/s200/Picture+48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279162999945746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLAOvicI/AAAAAAAAANo/us2TPU7Tnw8/s1600-h/Picture+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLAOvicI/AAAAAAAAANo/us2TPU7Tnw8/s200/Picture+54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277455790279106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I said " I'm FAAAAT "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLnyRAkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PXj6vdWv_0U/s1600-h/Picture+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLnyRAkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/PXj6vdWv_0U/s200/Picture+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277466408256066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who is smelly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLZKC-2I/AAAAAAAAANw/e6Oc50e24NQ/s1600-h/Picture+47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLZKC-2I/AAAAAAAAANw/e6Oc50e24NQ/s200/Picture+47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277462481468258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's Fatimah, and i'm here rabbit(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLiqbsEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OdFCdILckeA/s1600-h/Picture+67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPLiqbsEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OdFCdILckeA/s200/Picture+67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277465033224258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely Pw group, missing 2.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzRPwMG8iI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-q2jIjh-7BM/s1600-h/13-07-08_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzRPwMG8iI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-q2jIjh-7BM/s200/13-07-08_1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279736406864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzQt3glyiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nzdQRo39nK4/s1600-h/Picture+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzQt3glyiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nzdQRo39nK4/s200/Picture+51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279154256267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sweetest shot of all(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics later.&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;Now, guess what's slower than a turtle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight):&lt;br /&gt;Hmpfs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3627143781897448121?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3627143781897448121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3627143781897448121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3627143781897448121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3627143781897448121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-faster-than-speed-of-light.html' title='What&apos;s faster than the speed of light?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHzPK4j-tMI/AAAAAAAAANg/FUtPYp_y6Wo/s72-c/13-07-08_1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8084416892466231361</id><published>2008-07-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:51.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot stuff(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHj5sisYxjI/AAAAAAAAANY/OVYmNm955YQ/s1600-h/Delon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHj5sisYxjI/AAAAAAAAANY/OVYmNm955YQ/s200/Delon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222198311558628914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hot hot hot(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spotted  @ Idola Cilik Finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whee, I loved today.&lt;br /&gt;(Rather, yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PW meeting later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It goes out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Cheer up Buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8084416892466231361?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8084416892466231361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8084416892466231361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8084416892466231361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8084416892466231361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-stuff.html' title='Hot stuff(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SHj5sisYxjI/AAAAAAAAANY/OVYmNm955YQ/s72-c/Delon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-609452184597301285</id><published>2008-07-11T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:47:24.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got Budda with two eeees..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea how to break the news to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;especially my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;B U D D A . E E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy/sad?&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point in dwelling too much.&lt;br /&gt;.. on stuffs anymore&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UUUUUUU &lt;/span&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't got so proud over a U.&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointed, yes.&lt;br /&gt;But then like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up eh wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A B B B B B C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get this.&lt;br /&gt;YEA YEA.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe should use MrSmama's tactic. Hahaha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Promos in 10 weeks.Socks need some pulling up eh.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard eh people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aches are back.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to conditioning on Weds.BUT, still love it.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Coach said something.That I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very slow &lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;This stinks! I'm fat. Can call me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Fazee-Star*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I look no better than Patrick Star.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, more self-trains. Stickwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and I talked to my ex-malay teacher!&lt;br /&gt;Start gossiping like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;And she's still so skinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly remembered the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; * anita sarawak *&lt;/span&gt; thingy Mr Tong did in Wed's tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Only Me, Km and Lj saw it. I can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, and the discovery of Mr Shmama mum was like HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Gossips! And his past experiences, A's for everything.Like except for econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr EK finally came back today. He looks as though he hasn't eaten for 10 000 years.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna disapoint him man): Looking @ how slowly he walked didn't make me feel any better. The guilt was there. Oh man, PW PW PW PW PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you,if what I told you made you upset.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to keep anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;I should have, now to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mean to, please know that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Tk.&lt;br /&gt;Promise to cheeeer you up though.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means having castle day everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Princess eh! Hmpfs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I really have to get used to this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopefully, the piling work will take things of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Does things really have to  go back @ square one again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Or is it me, just thinking too much .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-609452184597301285?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/609452184597301285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=609452184597301285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/609452184597301285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/609452184597301285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-got-budda-with-two-eeees.html' title='I&apos;ve got Budda with two eeees..'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-3553266135035148090</id><published>2008-07-08T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:23:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School school school /:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mixed&lt;/span&gt; feelings about school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in love with the relieve PE teacher eh!&lt;br /&gt;He was like, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;attitude + nerdy = yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks a lot like D.&lt;br /&gt;I think even D is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, having him know my name was worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fazeelah, please face there here there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are breaking i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Booooooooooo):&lt;br /&gt;I would say the last part playing "catching" around the track was scary.&lt;br /&gt;The idea of him chasing the whole class is -.-&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have another session come Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the brighter note, GP results was(:&lt;br /&gt;A teeny bit dissapointed, but still.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too bad(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/6 papers back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;There's Maths tm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heard 60 percent failures for H2 Cheeena studies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Econs essay given by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yun Nam Hair Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Insiders joke eh!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Georgy were laughing away man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Training tm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good/Bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-3553266135035148090?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3553266135035148090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=3553266135035148090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3553266135035148090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/3553266135035148090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-school-school.html' title='School school school /:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-7506111376876969029</id><published>2008-07-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:22:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh man, my "holidays" are gonna end soooooon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate school,&lt;br /&gt;I just hate having to get down to business, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, mid year results.&lt;br /&gt;What if I get u-grade for like everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Well, except Malay maybe&gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, less playing more studying.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll do well for sickening-promos.&lt;br /&gt;And then i can take A's next year ..&lt;br /&gt;and by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be freeeee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is provided i am promoted eh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh mannnnn):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhats, at least I had the week do some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refreshin'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss shopping way too much.&lt;br /&gt;All started on Monday, with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;takokisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks eh, see now I'm like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine spending like 4 hours in just one pathetic far east shopping eh?&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun, ohhh.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to collect our tops next week girl!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to meet Bff,BK(:&lt;br /&gt;That idiot, made me wait eh.&lt;br /&gt;Silly chameleon, didn't even recognise me luh]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jamaican eh! Thanks eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Dinner was loved.&lt;br /&gt;The day was simply loved.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-Malay oral practice.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-A level Malay Oral.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-PW workshop.&lt;br /&gt;(More like reminiscence of pri. school days eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; To my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fave. clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last long with you-know-who eh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you many many(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This week has been great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm learning more and more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Good/Bad, we learn from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I'm more than happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sweet/Bitter, I'll always remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I'll always try to keep to the promises I made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Whether it has to do with you or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I hope you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-7506111376876969029?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7506111376876969029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=7506111376876969029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7506111376876969029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7506111376876969029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-world.html' title='Hello world(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-766015773408035271</id><published>2008-06-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:52:51.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhh. What exam?(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ello people(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess where am i @ now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in lovely Schoooooooooool(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why lovely? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tsktsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Officially waiting for Km to finish her cheeena oral(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* prays hard her invigilators are nice people*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear myself typing away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The connection's a two thumbs up today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So faaaaaaaaaaaaast yo(:&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;Br&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ohh, and Say hello to Farhanah who's using the other com people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Updates on Mid'years later }:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-766015773408035271?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/766015773408035271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=766015773408035271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/766015773408035271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/766015773408035271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohhhhhh-what-exam.html' title='Ohhhhhh. What exam?(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8267333083443420464</id><published>2008-06-23T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:37:25.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight will be the night(:</title><content type='html'>Time: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.18 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;Study break! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, say many many thanks to Tako Kisses for the study date today(rather,yesterday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the best damn thing luhhh(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although at times we sidetracked (Hehee), today was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sorry girl if i got too caught up talking about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just its been a while since i told anyone anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And glad you made it through my life-stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And many many many thanks for the advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, the thing i love about Tako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is her &lt;strong&gt;honesty. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wonders of how she just tells me nothing but what she really feels and not try to come up with something else just so i feel better(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you've made me realise alot today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Sings A YAYA YA YAAA ..  *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside joke eh ? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look forward to more study dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only this time, not a day before exams eh!&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;Ohhh. First paper later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please be Kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'll always look up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I've realised how selfish i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But then again, nothing's easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;We live by the choice we make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And so they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But you've made me realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;that there are people worst off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&amp;amp; That others are forced into situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;that never would we have once thought of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And that there is always a way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For the key lies within what is here within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Feelings can't be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That was then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Only losers give up on themselves right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I need a moral boooooost(:&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/7241229009725871389-8267333083443420464?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8267333083443420464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8267333083443420464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8267333083443420464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8267333083443420464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonight-will-be-night.html' title='Tonight will be the night(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6135429678836801212</id><published>2008-06-21T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:02:16.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloooooooooooooowly,        I will(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello fellow lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling gay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a fair bit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister was simply sweet&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(She always is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like close your eyes, then tadaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Sui &lt;/span&gt;Mascara collection!&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up eh?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left alone@ home with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super-bibik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was ultra-nice today.&lt;br /&gt;Offered to buy me ice cream and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And she told me she wanted to start __&lt;br /&gt;(Hahaha. Shall not say what uh)&lt;br /&gt;So taught her and she just followed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply adorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibik bibik(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Just another 2 years i think?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And studying was super productive today(:&lt;br /&gt;I managed to study in front of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;And i got stuffs done!&lt;br /&gt;Like ..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then mama came home:D&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marks&amp;amp;spencer&lt;/span&gt; puffs(:&lt;br /&gt;3 BOXES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I won't quit trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cause i won't let myself down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;InsyaAllah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6135429678836801212?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6135429678836801212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6135429678836801212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6135429678836801212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6135429678836801212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/sloooooooooooooowly-i-will.html' title='Sloooooooooooooowly,        I will(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4162681772954888169</id><published>2008-06-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:47:21.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the way it gotta be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0316&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished mugging maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So peaceful(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got like lorries to cover though:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unexplainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how each week brings new surprises,&lt;br /&gt;rather, how each week differs so much from one another.&lt;br /&gt;Worst still is that with each passing week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it doesn't get any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;But the fairy once said,&lt;br /&gt;"the more bitter life gets,&lt;br /&gt;the sweeter is its ending/."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;For i still feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;each time i hear you name.&lt;br /&gt;And i know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;this will continue.&lt;br /&gt;Until the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the day comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk out stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its tough, to find the courage.&lt;br /&gt;To just carry on,&lt;br /&gt;like we've never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dissapointed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i  truly am&lt;br /&gt;Not in you, but in everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But will you just takecare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish you happiness.&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4162681772954888169?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4162681772954888169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4162681772954888169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4162681772954888169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4162681772954888169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-way-it-gotta-be.html' title='That&apos;s the way it gotta be.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4368385657881311066</id><published>2008-06-18T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:46:14.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris brown is love&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You won't regret watching this(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7Ll6Qbjlag&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7Ll6Qbjlag&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the part he raise the water that one,&lt;br /&gt;so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my lovelies whom i miss so so much,&lt;br /&gt;Tasvita Aisyah Chandini!&lt;br /&gt;In love ehhhh?&lt;br /&gt;* Points to first two especially *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever ever ever.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be just Me You &amp;amp; the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4368385657881311066?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4368385657881311066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4368385657881311066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4368385657881311066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4368385657881311066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/chris-brown-is-love3.html' title='Chris brown is love&lt;3'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1946519180591593956</id><published>2008-06-18T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:33:20.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic/.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday's bbq was .__.&lt;br /&gt;But the walk was never ending.&lt;br /&gt;Hello? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last pit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, interesting gossips with LJ(:&lt;br /&gt;Passed some memorable place and told each other stories.&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered the place where me and Bry&lt;br /&gt;stopped for ice cream during yet another long walk last year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, memories memories eh LJ?&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the frogs stop making noise when i said stop!&lt;br /&gt;And a frog jumped on my bare feet man):&lt;br /&gt;It was disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frogs are slimy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats are no better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Screams , David Cook's on Mtv Trl  now *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked out to find a cab.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being pampered luh!&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, we managed to flag a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy or sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-1946519180591593956?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1946519180591593956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=1946519180591593956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1946519180591593956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/1946519180591593956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic/.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2977668922402935633</id><published>2008-06-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:18:34.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic,  yet it was all back then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2977668922402935633?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2977668922402935633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2977668922402935633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2977668922402935633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2977668922402935633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/nostalgic-yet-it-was-all-back-then.html' title='Nostalgic,  yet it was all back then.'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-646382515344219299</id><published>2008-06-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:53.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Daddy's Day((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212172060918468754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFVa38dC0JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jDXseKQrSKo/s320/My+Ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; The past few days has been a * buzzer Beeps*. &lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thanks to the companion of my &lt;em&gt;bubbly sister&lt;/em&gt;, i survived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study study study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna fail mid-years like i'm a pro at failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go on, laugh @ me all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And say that i should have chose a poly instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what, i don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have i been studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does it stay in my head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Buzzer Beeps for &lt;strong&gt;9321465870&lt;/strong&gt; seconds*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anywhats, today, rather yesterday has been great(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love father's day yaw&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my dad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didnt really do much, just ate lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then to WCP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Mac ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so gonna gain weight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But oh well, i love the new ride thingy @ WCP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rather pricey, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It was worth, if only i didnt have to carry another soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who weighs less than 10kg less than me @ my back):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmpfs, tired seh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish to take it again someday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peek-a-boo(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212173255787110146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFVb9fr7XwI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pZdjy4DKlN8/s320/15-06-08_1907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212174023962322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFVcqNXK5yI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KdjHGWh51DM/s320/15-06-08_1833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tataaaaaaaaa:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad has been requesting for alot of hugs lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels awkward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, i don't hate it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fact, i love how we are now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its great seeing how he teases mum with her workload.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nak jadi orang kaya ke apaaaa...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there just seems to be something missing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I dont wanna destroy the happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't wanna destroy anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But its hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Especially when somethings feels so right but wrong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Someday, we all have to tell it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The plain truth,whether we like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But why is it that the more we try to explain it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;the more they don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the sunshine save me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;An d let the rainbows witness it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;For only they'll be the ears that'll listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regardless.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-646382515344219299?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/646382515344219299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=646382515344219299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/646382515344219299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/646382515344219299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-daddys-day.html' title='Happy Daddy&apos;s Day((:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFVa38dC0JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jDXseKQrSKo/s72-c/My+Ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-850940589846940296</id><published>2008-06-12T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:53.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Break(((((((((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFDeo4zBu5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SjrrS3zHX6M/s1600-h/BestiesLove.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFDeo4zBu5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SjrrS3zHX6M/s320/BestiesLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210909562890206098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of Mao Zedong Poster somehow luh[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; little&lt;/span&gt; study break now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, think its too long though.&lt;br /&gt;Caught up talking with clown):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs is driving me mad, but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;Maths is crazy.&lt;br /&gt; Chemistry is a heart-breaker&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as usual) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Cheena Studies will heal all wounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea right.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag replies(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazee&lt;3laopo : Hey you. Thanks for the head uh. Lend me your brains now): IMY&lt;br /&gt;fazee&lt;3liyyeo: Meet up soon please:[[[[ Takecare rugger/loser.&lt;br /&gt;fazee&lt;3simin: Of course i remember you.Long time no see):&lt;br /&gt;Awww, you takecare too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have more holidays please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-850940589846940296?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/850940589846940296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=850940589846940296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/850940589846940296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/850940589846940296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/study-break.html' title='Study Break(((((((((((((((((:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SFDeo4zBu5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SjrrS3zHX6M/s72-c/BestiesLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-4355458532625780269</id><published>2008-06-09T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:53.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For now i've realised.                     ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEz2LgxeKcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LVIa5Aa0Za0/s1600-h/Leave+me+be.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEz2LgxeKcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LVIa5Aa0Za0/s320/Leave+me+be.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209809546597247426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is probably my last few posts before &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Years Mid Years Mid Years):&lt;br /&gt;I need my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing i've studied seems to be making its way to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Just wow.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks of holidays, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss tons of people now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tako Kisses Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I need our lil' basketball court talks badly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasvita you clown.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, as someone told me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's too short for dissapointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i can't afford to dissapoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;Must do well for midyears.&lt;br /&gt;Books, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;People, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This street's simply too narrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;too narrow to return back to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll stop making sense out of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;For this feeling has lost its meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Its not right anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Close it all, the curtains and doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Windows or any entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't want another minute of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Though my cravings grow each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Never will i repeat it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We've lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My Heart aches):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Just that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It teared me apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Till this day, You left me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Why the hell you left for?&lt;br /&gt;For you left without a reason&lt;br /&gt;And each time i found a reason to hate.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;For i'll bear no grudges.&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly am happy, regardless.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i'm strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh forget it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bless my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm left alone in the house; With half-filled memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Say all I need, is the air I breathe and a place to rest my head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need a place to rest my head now):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-4355458532625780269?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4355458532625780269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=4355458532625780269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4355458532625780269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/4355458532625780269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-now-ive-realised.html' title='For now i&apos;ve realised.                     ):'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEz2LgxeKcI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LVIa5Aa0Za0/s72-c/Leave+me+be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2960363439826054974</id><published>2008-06-05T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:53.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heads all fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzy (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, idk what i did that for(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially doomedddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd for tm's training.&lt;br /&gt;I owe coach an explanation for not attending Wednesday's training):&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I didn't know there's training luhh.&lt;br /&gt;See, communication is important. And that's how lost i am without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laopo! TakoKisses!&amp;amp; M.I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (This people  apparently left me)&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Two of the above were in camp while the last one is in cheeeeeeena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glad they're back now(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, can't believe how clumsy i am.&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT NEXT WEEK WAS THE LAST WEEK OF HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Can you believe it? I've been stuck with this mindset for like, forever? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i started panicking and studied like HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's a kick start.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to news on Malaysia's oil price rises.&lt;br /&gt;Rather, i was forced to watch it, thanks to my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;ECONS EH? Hahaha, Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEgiUxRUrGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/x7vVEqbfcuw/s1600-h/Poser+Alert%212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEgiUxRUrGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/x7vVEqbfcuw/s320/Poser+Alert%212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450709272702050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, i'm not a f.hornist(:&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;i like(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;KM, CAN YOU TEACH ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(anw, hope you're boo boo's fine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I have tons to say but i couldnt speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm left on a world of my own, no i don't get anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm happy but i'm sad too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I love how things are now. sincerely do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But something tells me its all so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Beautifully wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But i aint letting my feelings take control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This time, I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let nature take its course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'll go with the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let time do all the work&lt;/span&gt;, if there is any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cause in the end, there are a million things that should matter more for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But i'm grateful for what's happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Thank you Allah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2960363439826054974?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2960363439826054974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2960363439826054974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2960363439826054974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2960363439826054974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heads-all-fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzy.html' title='My heads all fuzzzzzzzzzzzzzy (:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEgiUxRUrGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/x7vVEqbfcuw/s72-c/Poser+Alert%212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6971348260339529038</id><published>2008-06-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:22:17.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhh):</title><content type='html'>I didnt sleep well last night):&lt;br /&gt;Had this terrible tummy ache. Mind you, i was stuck in the toilet for an hour?&lt;br /&gt;And this time it hurts alot)))))))))))))): &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept @ 4.am and was awoken by my brother @ 6am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tummy still aching):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever made things worst):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing my aunt came  over (:&lt;br /&gt;She cheered me up with her riddles yo!&lt;br /&gt;And i was given &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;princess treatment&lt;/span&gt; by my sweeeeet lil' sister(:&lt;br /&gt;Aida came over yo(: For a lil' while.&lt;br /&gt;But now that the tummy ache's gone, my backache is here.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;to da core!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))): Boohoo. I miss TakoKisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait till she hears that Botak replied and gave a comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you luh.&lt;br /&gt;Is there training tm anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the doctor. I ate an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;apple&lt;/span&gt; yesterday luh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Runs around in circles cause idw a visit to the doc's *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ooooouuuuuuuuchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;Back is aching like once again):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall lie down now./&lt;br /&gt;TC people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6971348260339529038?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6971348260339529038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6971348260339529038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6971348260339529038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6971348260339529038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='ouchhhhhhhhhhhhhh):'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8986651012513429578</id><published>2008-06-02T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:53.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't forget luhhhhhhhhhhhh):</title><content type='html'>This wasnt meant to be posted here. But, just so someone knows that i still care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEQxbGQh1FI/AAAAAAAAAL4/t_1X0G5m1EM/s1600-h/Benjamin+18th+Bdae%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEQxbGQh1FI/AAAAAAAAAL4/t_1X0G5m1EM/s320/Benjamin+18th+Bdae%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207341410753303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th B'dae Ben((((((((((((((:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(See your handsome face up there?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; okay . You idiot, how can you say i forget you already ????&lt;br /&gt;))))))))))))): This is so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;That thingy above was supposed to be printed for you luh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dissapointed la BFF): &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You owe me big time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heee. Meet up sooooooooooooooon okay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you many (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a splendid B'dae yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8986651012513429578?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8986651012513429578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8986651012513429578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8986651012513429578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8986651012513429578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-didnt-forget-luhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='I didn&apos;t forget luhhhhhhhhhhhh):'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEQxbGQh1FI/AAAAAAAAAL4/t_1X0G5m1EM/s72-c/Benjamin+18th+Bdae%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-7901820662086410612</id><published>2008-06-01T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T03:10:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-7901820662086410612?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7901820662086410612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=7901820662086410612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7901820662086410612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7901820662086410612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-tickled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6130525482789667174</id><published>2008-05-31T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like there's nothing else to wish for(:</title><content type='html'>Idk where to start(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEINTWQh1DI/AAAAAAAAALo/s4jua7tB__Q/s1600-h/01-06-08_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEINTWQh1DI/AAAAAAAAALo/s4jua7tB__Q/s200/01-06-08_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206738745237296178" border="0" /&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;((((((((:       I've got a flower!&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;I love love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love Yesterday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Every minute of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBSS CONCERT BAND MOMENTS 2008(:&lt;br /&gt;Simply Memorable:D Heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I love my juniors man (:&lt;br /&gt;They're so sweet yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt; miss them already luh):&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, i'm sure the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; section will pretty much stay alive(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some fun time while i was backstage.&lt;br /&gt;Heee.Like looking @ Desmond dance (Trying to seduce HanWei) while the band was playing.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he really reminds us(Me&amp;amp;Bel) of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Augustine&lt;/span&gt;. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Manage to talk&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; about life&lt;/span&gt; to HW during the long "break" we had @backstage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Juniors, don't be jealous!)&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;amp;his FanClub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My juniors are the cutest people on earth!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIEm2Qh01I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vsyb1qm9j_k/s1600-h/31-05-08_2132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIEm2Qh01I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vsyb1qm9j_k/s320/31-05-08_2132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206729184640095058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Shahilla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;, you're really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Miss thoose wacky times we had.&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the books girl:D&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;JingHui &lt;/span&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;, you're my little star!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Eeyores future is in your hands(:&lt;br /&gt;I hope you wont let us down ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Mabel&lt;/span&gt; dear&lt;/span&gt;, stop thinking about J*****&lt;br /&gt;You're going to take over soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to see how far you have gone over the months.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Farhana&amp;amp;Rafidah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dears&lt;/span&gt;, i dont really know you two that well yet.&lt;br /&gt;But i do know that you are both very lovely and enthusiastic juniors.&lt;br /&gt;Put those enthusiasm in your playing okay(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Narita&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Enrique&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Agnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you little four should be the people who should be the most-proud because of yesterday's success:D&lt;br /&gt;Nice one lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFXGQh05I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JxDskZYKedI/s1600-h/31-05-08_2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFXGQh05I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JxDskZYKedI/s320/31-05-08_2129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206730013568783250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Lovely Eeyores(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFXWQh07I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZyxRUU2e2C0/s1600-h/31-05-08_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFXWQh07I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZyxRUU2e2C0/s320/31-05-08_2134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206730017863750578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HanWei(:&lt;br /&gt;(FanClub,don't jealous horr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFW2Qh04I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ewsp7FkcCco/s1600-h/31-05-08_2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFW2Qh04I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ewsp7FkcCco/s320/31-05-08_2014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206730009273815938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tako-tako, TakoKisses(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHOGQh0-I/AAAAAAAAALA/dybsXM77dpE/s1600-h/31-05-08_2142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHOGQh0-I/AAAAAAAAALA/dybsXM77dpE/s320/31-05-08_2142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206732057973216226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo. Bel looks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand is KitMan's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHNmQh08I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hCPgSqgIB1M/s1600-h/31-05-08_2139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHNmQh08I/AAAAAAAAAKw/hCPgSqgIB1M/s320/31-05-08_2139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206732049383281602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ngiamster(:&lt;br /&gt;*Puts on goggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHNmQh09I/AAAAAAAAAK4/KridPIe070o/s1600-h/31-05-08_2141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHNmQh09I/AAAAAAAAAK4/KridPIe070o/s320/31-05-08_2141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206732049383281618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's like "Oh My God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nerd&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHOGQh0_I/AAAAAAAAALI/mCnwpfNn7k4/s1600-h/31-05-08_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIHOGQh0_I/AAAAAAAAALI/mCnwpfNn7k4/s320/31-05-08_2151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206732057973216242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shorty will be missed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFXGQh06I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kdlV7jGUiN0/s1600-h/31-05-08_2133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFXGQh06I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kdlV7jGUiN0/s320/31-05-08_2133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206730013568783266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Fave Pic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lewis Senior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFWmQh03I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PsjxIeC3PC8/s1600-h/01-06-08_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEIFWmQh03I/AAAAAAAAAKI/PsjxIeC3PC8/s320/01-06-08_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206730004978848626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loooook Mama, another flower for me!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Didn't get to take picture with the p************?Hmpfs!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, enjoyed myself many many (:&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;t made my day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It surprises me how you never fail to understand me luh[:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn slowly, it takes time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though ours were of the past, i still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cause they're apart of my memories.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you, never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Don't worry, Fazee's gonna be strong.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And when i turn 94, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think i'll miss you even More):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6130525482789667174?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6130525482789667174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6130525482789667174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6130525482789667174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6130525482789667174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-theres-nothing-else-to-wish-for.html' title='Like there&apos;s nothing else to wish for(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SEINTWQh1DI/AAAAAAAAALo/s4jua7tB__Q/s72-c/01-06-08_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-6193452900055283169</id><published>2008-05-30T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:23:32.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care to help?</title><content type='html'>I was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for econs lecture today luh):&lt;br /&gt;All cause i forgot my thumbdrive, had to u-turn and take it.&lt;br /&gt;But but but, bus ride to school was (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Econs test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;by 1 mark. But i was quite happy luh(:&lt;br /&gt;Considering that i didnt attempt the last question that carries 8 marks, i think it wasnt too bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just have to learn to manage my time wisely" &lt;/span&gt;says Ms Tan[:&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.Break time was funny luh.&lt;br /&gt;TakoKisses and me were like looking @ the m*x** magazine luh .&lt;br /&gt;No no , don't get us wrong please. Just someone we know as cover girl.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. And the silliest thing was like we were lifting the magazine so high up that some guys actually saw and * droooooooooooooooooooools *&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm. Rushed back home with Farhanah &amp;amp; Saliva(:&lt;br /&gt;Heee. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cooking sessions are loved girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We were practically having rush hour 89023901 back @ my house.&lt;br /&gt;OH! And Ger joined us soon after. Haha. Touch up the slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;And cabbed down to schooooooooooooooooooooooool(:&lt;br /&gt;I love the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camwhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; session we had in LT1 man:D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Its empty, so we had no better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hope seniors had fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see my eeyores! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I MISS THEM ALREADY):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HPNV &lt;/span&gt;can come luhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's free eye-wash for me and the girls:D&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, one left to go.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping tomorrow will be even better(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Mood is Bad now))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Just frustrating man.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are bloodshot. I'm suffering):&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRR. Its painful luh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't open it man. Yet i dont wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hais. I really need my break soon):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-6193452900055283169?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6193452900055283169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=6193452900055283169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6193452900055283169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/6193452900055283169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/care-to-help_30.html' title='Care to help?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8166188279707505011</id><published>2008-05-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:32:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puts your hands way up high(:</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog the past few days. But something just stopped me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt; why :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week's  almost coming to its end. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwwww):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I have no idea why that reaction. Probably cause it means 1 week of "holiday" gone, just like that. And have i sat down to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! )))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing?&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Grrrrrrrrr, this is so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;But ya know what? With some&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; obstacle &lt;/span&gt;gone, i can finally study in peace:D&lt;br /&gt;No worries, i shall start studying on Sunday and its gonna be full engine then.&lt;br /&gt;Failing to do so would mean no&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Beaching&lt;/span&gt; cause people who fail their midyears can't go to the beach, right LeeJing? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwww, i miss LJ like suddenly):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing alot of people now):&lt;br /&gt;Top on my list would of course be a clown by the name of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tasvita &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, my high mood has just flunked): Why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, let's keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes back ,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;excited about the farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; excited about Saturday's concert.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i'm sure hoping we have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;jolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tm.&lt;br /&gt;))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; excited to post about this just now.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Went out with dearest pw leader, MrWC.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated our 2nd draft for GPP which was a two thumbs up!:D&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It wasnt exactly planned, we walked around talking about some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; important&lt;/span&gt; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all confused now. But i do hope what i'm hearing aint true. Oh well, as the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;ANW, he treated me to waffles luh (:&lt;br /&gt;Yay! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope pw will turn out fine though:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; excited to announce that we found his profile!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Ultimate hotness(:&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you guys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;MrHahaha&lt;/span&gt; is cuter than &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Botak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the gorgeous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, i want to go back to my high mood now.&lt;br /&gt;This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some cheering up yawwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a mood-lift will be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray for a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8166188279707505011?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8166188279707505011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8166188279707505011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8166188279707505011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8166188279707505011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/puts-your-hands-way-up-high.html' title='Puts your hands way up high(:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2017896620071585580</id><published>2008-05-24T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:40:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause you know in my heart babe .              D'you?</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of the day: Sometimes, the people who understands us most are those who we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be a good day. Emphasis on the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's go back to Thursday. Ok, i have nothing to talk about actually.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my first ever major exam in PJC(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GP Paper. &lt;/span&gt;I had those &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my stomach things again.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i hope i pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Went back to Batok to take our o-level certs(:&lt;br /&gt;But boohoo, it had some problems.&lt;br /&gt;But on the brighter side,  we get to eat the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yummy stall9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; food again(:&lt;br /&gt;Ultraaaaaaaaaaaaaa cheap i tell you :D&lt;br /&gt;Went back with Lj, TakoKisses&amp;amp;YayaBoy, Sodi&amp;amp;WeeChenggg btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors were sweeeeeeeeeeet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{ Well, most } &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came up to say hi :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, had a long talk with one of them. Gosh, i really miss thoose days man.&lt;br /&gt;Worrying for PTM. In fact, i don't wanna remember last year's ptm:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe i dont wanna remember anything):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're sweeeeeeeet(: Gossiping was fun of course.&lt;br /&gt;But yea, though some questions were very ouchieeeeeeeees, its really sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to N&amp;amp;friends(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like as if you read my blog ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study hard for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Saturday was spent first in school and then in BBSS.&lt;br /&gt;Concert is coming. So is the farewell party):&lt;br /&gt;So many things luhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MID YEARS ARE COMING):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was nice, she always is [:&lt;br /&gt;Bought me some new goodies YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i thought today was going to be (((((((:&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's family day@ sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt exactly the best.&lt;br /&gt;Had a horrible nightmare of being chased by a pontianak):&lt;br /&gt;And i helped mum with the sandwiches (:&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately rushed by some people who didnt bother to tell me when they were done using the bathroom):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun times laughing over some idol contestants. HURHUR.&lt;br /&gt;Or the times we were so angry with this boy &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Macam nak kena Smack i tell you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks are loved(:&lt;br /&gt;Pimples are big and fugly): I'm stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Its just with that phone call made, it changed everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I wasn't at the best of place. It wasn't the best of times either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I realise how fragile i really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I thought i'm stronger now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But today proved to me that it was other wise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And so the story goes. I told myself that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm alone now. I really am on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest one, I hope you're better now.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard but give things time. Cause time is an evil factor):&lt;br /&gt;I really really do love you and i miss your fat smile now ):&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE REALLY DESERVE A KICK IN THE BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I tried closing my eyes, to just cut myself from the realities of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But as i heard how others reacted to the fireworks, i felt lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;With another blink of the eye, i saw you. Even if it was for one eight of a second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;It felt like a minute. From the time we hanged our legs over the bridge, to the time when we sat facing one another. And the face that you gave when i told you that i was ready. How we looked into each others eyes determined to overcome anything that was going to stop us. Nothing at that time seem impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But now, everything does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Look what i've gotten myself into this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Its the opposite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;And boy, you don't know what i'm going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You never will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&amp;amp; no matter how hard i tried to convince myself otherwise,&lt;br /&gt; i know that&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; you'll always be my baby/. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no other one like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2017896620071585580?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2017896620071585580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2017896620071585580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2017896620071585580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2017896620071585580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/cause-you-know-in-my-heart-babe-dyou.html' title='Cause you know in my heart babe .              D&apos;you?'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8245048752110147603</id><published>2008-05-21T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:05:56.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa looooooooooooooook (: I've got a medal!</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of the day: Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt; when things don't happen the way we want it to be, but its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tougher&lt;/span&gt; if we choose to not accept it and move on. Oh well /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SDRS4HGqm3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/GT-DGCyl1yo/s1600-h/21-05-08_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SDRS4HGqm3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/GT-DGCyl1yo/s320/21-05-08_1733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202874593452923762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An enjoyable day, that was today(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! (:&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? We woooooonnn!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. 2nd .. RUNNER UP!  Haha&lt;br /&gt;( Which means 3rd la bronzey bronze for thoose who dont get it)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaa. And we thought we would have last-ed it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Great achievement made, i feel .&lt;br /&gt;I ran passed the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;House j2 girl to get 2nd Postition okay(:&lt;br /&gt;Was the third runner. Hahaa. I dont regret a single bit of it at all, and i do hope that TakoKisses don't regret too. Heee, sorry luh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brenda+KitMan+Fazee+Serene = Loveeeeeeeeeeee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. And i'm simply happy by some other things too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TakoKisses, dont worry girl :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So touched that you wanted to save the message luh (: Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eh YahYah Boy, beat that ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Goal-Keeper-ing after sports day !&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. I was trained by my new fried YY(:&lt;br /&gt;He's so patient and funny luh[: Hahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love running with the goalie kits on.&lt;br /&gt;Its just i feel like a big big big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRANSFORMER(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa And i believe i can build more muscles by running with em'./&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be or not to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Overall, today is really nice(:&lt;br /&gt;(Okaye, except for the fact that tons tons of workload EOM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And i've not felt this happy for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Simply love the talks i had with some people today.&lt;br /&gt;BubbleTea-ing was nice too.&lt;br /&gt;We really deserve a pat on the back yea  *&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Whining (KM, you get what i mean(: ) was best (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. My new goal for the time-being (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Yea right. It should be to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mug hard for MIDYEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; is the only words that can express my fellings right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Thank you dear god, for standing by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Its like you knew that i really needed this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Wish you were here to enjoy this moment with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I always thought every moment like this would be celebrated with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;But i guess its not  up to us to decide no more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;For it is him who decides , only him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Well at least i'm not a loner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but Does wishing still counts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8245048752110147603?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8245048752110147603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8245048752110147603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8245048752110147603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8245048752110147603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/papa-looooooooooooooook-ive-got-medal.html' title='Papa looooooooooooooook (: I&apos;ve got a medal!'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/SDRS4HGqm3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/GT-DGCyl1yo/s72-c/21-05-08_1733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-2142115567602048016</id><published>2008-05-19T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:46:56.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged (((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>Haha. My first time doing such thingys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame it on Aida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. What disappoints you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Betrayals ))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;br /&gt;I'll go around and around the world till i become so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;home-sick&lt;/span&gt; and then i'll get myself back home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;This may sound funny, but i love talking about life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;An obvious&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does bring lots of joy especially when i'm in shopping mood[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;That i'll have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;billion&lt;/span&gt; wishes. This way, all my dreams can come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no! ]]]]]]]]]]]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's the most regretful thing that you've done before?&lt;br /&gt;Everything that are the reasons behind my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tragic life &lt;/span&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Shop-like-mad(:  &amp;amp; Ofcourse, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;share the joy &lt;/span&gt;with the less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the most embarrassing thing that happened to you recently?&lt;br /&gt;Having&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HPNV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hotties watch me play as goalie! ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;She's got the brain/She's Aj's VC(:/ She's one hot mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; was what kept me happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Those who make others &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CRY):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you see yourself 10 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you'll be my workers:D&lt;br /&gt;Gee, must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have the chance, what superhero would you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Hulkkkkkkkkkkkk :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; * Roaaaaaaars*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you do when you're alone?&lt;br /&gt;Think a whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big fat chunk &lt;/span&gt;about my future/past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Short-fuse))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could turn back time, which period would you like to return to?&lt;br /&gt;When i was in secondary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What would you do if somebody asks for your number?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I would get the person's no. And then i'll either forget or i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How 'bad' do you consider yourself as a girlfriend? /10&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sub-pass):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.KitMan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Annabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered to think of ten people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-2142115567602048016?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2142115567602048016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=2142115567602048016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2142115567602048016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/2142115567602048016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged (((((((((((:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-7843541925949430631</id><published>2008-05-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:33:33.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why why oh why ? (((((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>I woke up @ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.50 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe blablabla, did whatever was necessary before i met TakoKissses(:&lt;br /&gt;Heeeee. Took a bus ride to Bel's house.&lt;br /&gt;We were so quiet @ the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;That was until we saw the two birds who drank water &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It was like systematic luhh [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Hockey Village @ about 8.00&lt;br /&gt;Omg. What a crowd. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was hit at a super not-a-place-to-hit by some Mina luh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmpfffffffffs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played goalie for the last match.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun : DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;But i made a fool of myself infront of the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HPNV(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Super friendly people(with super nice eyes) who suddenly came to support us&lt;br /&gt;(They should have come earlier la, when i wasnt playing goalie)&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. And their coach was nice, he thought me some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goalie skills&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;And they stayed to watch our match(Which was cancelled -.-''')&lt;br /&gt;And we talked after that.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. And silly me, i saw them @ jp but i didnt to tell the rest.&lt;br /&gt;So when i suddenly remembered that i saw them, Hannah Montana got so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. Not only her ah, TakoKisses&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*eheeeeems*&lt;/span&gt;, Laopo also! Even Joline.&lt;br /&gt; See, i'm not the only one luhh (:&lt;br /&gt;So there was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; jacket guy who held the ladder, MrNiceEyes who was no.13 and the volleyball look a like. Hahaa. And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;We actually rounded the whole of JP(:&lt;br /&gt;Joline, why you never accept la ):  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, that sure manage to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheer me&lt;/span&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day, filled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flashbacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky my dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clown &lt;/span&gt;was there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for talking to me over the phone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&amp;amp; I really do miss you luh [[[[[[[[[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet during the hols okay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, yet i'm not any better.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, i will be (:&lt;br /&gt;One day:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-7843541925949430631?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7843541925949430631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=7843541925949430631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7843541925949430631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/7843541925949430631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-why-oh-why.html' title='Why why oh why ? (((((((((((((:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-5136888278687387082</id><published>2008-05-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:42:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what more can i say? ))))))))))))):</title><content type='html'>Today stinks!&lt;br /&gt;Smelly stuffs):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of the everything that made me cry(Well, felt like.)&lt;br /&gt;1. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chased&lt;/span&gt; by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(with a stupid bell) in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flung GPP))))): There goes A for pw man): Have to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; re-do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was frightened by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ carpark.&lt;br /&gt;4.I wore white fbt's and i dirtied it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a thing that made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;that the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PJHOCKEY shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a hit(:&lt;br /&gt;The guys said it was nice too okay &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Laopo for the designinggggggggggggggg(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Cheers to Tako kisses for getting that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Speaking of TakoKisses, the past few days had been like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aeroplanes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying up high before landing back to reality. Its funny how some people always put others before self. I'm not saying its bad, it isn't really.But it would be nice to think of ourselves, what is it we really want and is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth &lt;/span&gt;giving it to others.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish that my world would only revolve around myself. Around the people i love. Away from thoose who has somehow managed to bring me down, in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, the world isnt all about me. Neither is it all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Full of surprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one likes to be away from the ones they were once close to. Not even me. And yes we worry that this would one day come. Yes, at certain situations, its inevitable. But that just goes to show how strong our friendship really is. Let's not let this come between us, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;Its a challenge, one we must face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly thought of the talk i had with Tako kisses @ patio's swing on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Life's never meant to be easy is it?&lt;br /&gt;Just when you wish that life would be made easier, its made worst off.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you feel that this could take your mind off things, you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;You lose everything. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You lose it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no one but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we ask ourselves so many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all happened in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was mean)): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It really was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the worst was what i had in my mind when i woke up):&lt;br /&gt;Shiet it, gravity's pulling me down again):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-5136888278687387082?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5136888278687387082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=5136888278687387082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5136888278687387082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/5136888278687387082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-more-can-i-say.html' title='what more can i say? ))))))))))))):'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-8880779991615157096</id><published>2008-05-13T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:24:33.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gonna do all i can this time * (:</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of the day: Words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wont &lt;/span&gt;bring us down (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. If you don't understand, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; day for me):&lt;br /&gt;You know i hate it when i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; things, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bad at remembering things, take it that way.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; luhhhhhhhhhh )):&lt;br /&gt;And i totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that MrThumb finished Lecture on Chap9.&lt;br /&gt;And tutorial 9 just * poooooooooofs* out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And i did tutorial 7&amp;amp;8):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He had to sent the whole bunch of us out.&lt;br /&gt;Only four people left in class.&lt;br /&gt;Idk why but it just got me crazy thinking how i could forget.&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't want to make MrThumb angry luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;He just reminds me of my primary school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super-nice&lt;/span&gt; maths tutor:D&lt;br /&gt;And we were all invited to sit on the floor @ the back of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this time when he walked in front of the whole bunch of us.&lt;br /&gt;Then he suddenly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oooi! What are you doing..(There was a short pause) I talking to the wall is it(He shouted okaee): )?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i looked up and realised he was staring @ me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was talking to Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;So i told him i was trying the out the sum la)))))))):&lt;br /&gt;And he checked my work and asked me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suspense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;only): Hmpfs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Self-training was alright(:&lt;br /&gt;* HITS * session are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Play hard whack hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ah[:&lt;br /&gt;Stayed behind with TakoKisses! &amp;amp; Farhanah(With the H)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Did more hits.&lt;br /&gt;Blablabla :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole's Birthday today(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Ps:She loves red too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini celebration during Econs Tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Discovering a nicer side to someone[:&lt;br /&gt;Competitive swimmer yo'all(:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Chilled @&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; swingswing &lt;/span&gt;with takokisses while waiting for the other.&lt;br /&gt;Nice talk there. Thanks for listening to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-tragic &lt;/span&gt;life stories dear:D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. I'm happy, at least someone understands what i'm going through(:&lt;br /&gt;And so that someone by the name of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TakoKisses is Loved &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Can't wait for our pre-prom date (Which is in 10 000  years ...)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa[: &amp;amp; Don't worry, we'll fix out something and we shall stay together okay!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( You should know what i'm talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; We finally submitted our ex-co form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IDK . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I seriously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;No use being all excited when you realise that you won't be sharing the joy with *&lt;br /&gt;No point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPP is urggggggggggh):&lt;br /&gt;Econs test is a must pass/:&lt;br /&gt;Life is TRAGIC, for now luhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yea, words won't bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;But yours did. Your actions did.&lt;br /&gt;Your everything did )))):&lt;br /&gt;I need my self-esteem booooooooooster !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; miss desperate housewives marathon-ing already *****&lt;br /&gt;Off to my mug mugs now ): Hais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-8880779991615157096?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8880779991615157096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=8880779991615157096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8880779991615157096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/8880779991615157096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-gonna-do-all-i-can-this-time.html' title='i&apos;m gonna do all i can this time * (:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-182853305504565245</id><published>2008-05-09T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T08:43:56.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tako kisses((((((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of the day: Make the most of everyday, cause if tomorrow never comes . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. Today started out&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; awesomely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldnt stop smiling(:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Celebrated WeeCheng's B'dae today!&lt;br /&gt;Alaaaaa, another one who's already 17(:&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Gave him the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; elmo &lt;/span&gt;helium balloon. Hmpfs!&lt;br /&gt;You weren't supposed to put it in a plastic bag luh):&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. I ate the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken mayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with rice today!&lt;br /&gt;Nice yummy yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i finished my malay project, i totally forget about the composition luhh.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean totally forget)))): Memory space= As big as a toy whiteboard.&lt;br /&gt;I think its tons &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smaller&lt;/span&gt; now. Hmppppppppppfs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fun, mainly did the hits.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;little ms clumsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scraped her hand against the basketball court floor luh.&lt;br /&gt;And its painful, especially when it comes in contact with h20!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, yet another memorable booboo(:&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cookie&lt;/span&gt; is in the process of healing.&lt;br /&gt;Its fading off now(:&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Hahaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Hockey tee finally settled!&lt;br /&gt;Yay to us.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. Km is called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;takokisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from now on(:&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Better show me the video luhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mug&lt;/span&gt; tm &amp;amp; get my stationary man :/&lt;br /&gt;Idk, should i ask?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tako kisses, i miss you already (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7241229009725871389-182853305504565245?l=mybackstagepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/feeds/182853305504565245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7241229009725871389&amp;postID=182853305504565245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/182853305504565245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7241229009725871389/posts/default/182853305504565245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybackstagepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/tako-kisses.html' title='tako kisses((((((((((((((:'/><author><name>IMPERFECTSTRANGERS.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13882325867518359658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW3HiHzqAnU/Sh2K1aeJLGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/UXQqhBOOE1Q/S220/4-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241229009725871389.post-1113301896813208359</id><published>2008-05-08T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:34:54.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been punked ((((((((((((((:</title><content type='html'>Thoughts of the day(week rather)   : Take every chance to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;,  because you'll never know if you do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. So far,the week has been alright.&lt;br /&gt;It was rather happening(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Simply happening * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. I talked to Eric the whole time in assembly.&lt;br /&gt;And we weren't caught(: Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. News is really spreading fast uhh?&lt;br /&gt;But too baddddddd (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. Anw, was making fun of the cadburry lady luhhh [:&lt;br /&gt;Omggggggggggggggggggg. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Kills her for being a pain in the ***   * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh. Someone promised he'll &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if i don't get married by the age of 30, even if he's married then! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Or was it 27? Hahaaa. Silly promises, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. And congratulations for that someone , last long okae(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Hate Sit&amp;amp;Reach! ))))))))))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wasn't too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;The day went on with Prashant &amp;amp; some other dear classmates of mine teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Cause i said this :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LOSER SHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaaaa. And now its a catch phrase!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. Training was (:&lt;br /&gt;It was a little tiring though. This is what unfit slack-sessions had turn us into.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yea right. But anw, KM you've got to thank me for finding the hiding hockey balls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came today!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaaa. Mr Thumb is becoming more like himself now!&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! ( Hope he goes back to the old funny teacher, i miss that luhhh)&lt;br /&gt;Anw, had a great time with classmates @ patio!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. DS-ing is so fun(: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KM, I LOVE YOUR COOKING MAMA GAME!&lt;/span&
