<?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-6264894184438065928</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:56:29.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like a box of chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'>yeah. Life is precious and treasure what we have.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-5373344307777343009</id><published>2009-02-15T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:15:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Directions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog or a note on Facebook with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog/note, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. let's see, no.1 would be..Im BLUR. for those who dont know that yet.&lt;br /&gt;2. and slow in thinking, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;3. most mornings, my mood aint great. I start yelling at my mum for some small reason. (i know its really bad)&lt;br /&gt;4. I get very emo when I listen to emo songs even though the lyrics has nothing gotta do with me. (and I start crying)&lt;br /&gt;5. whether Im sleep deprived or oversleep, I still feel sleepy no matter how.&lt;br /&gt;6. I get dizzy when I laugh too much.&lt;br /&gt;7. I crave and crave over cheese and chocolates! which means i LOVE chocolate cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;8. when Im in my room at night, I put on a catchy song and start dancing like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;9. when I was younger, my ambition was to be an astronomer.&lt;br /&gt;10. I randomly put on some nail colour when I get extremely bored.&lt;br /&gt;11. I think A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;12. I used to cycle and my balancing was really bad. (very very wobbly)&lt;br /&gt;13. I cant help eating too fast when I love the food :D&lt;br /&gt;14. I love roses! red and white. but red more.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ive a habit of peeling my lips :P&lt;br /&gt;16. OH and I love sushi! when Im in a jap restaurant, I would get salmon sashimi and unagi without fail everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eunice (the bully)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hannah&lt;br /&gt;3. Ben Lam&lt;br /&gt;4. Ann Ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-5373344307777343009?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5373344307777343009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5373344307777343009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5373344307777343009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5373344307777343009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2009/02/16-facts.html' title='16 facts'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3218832859340803933</id><published>2009-01-24T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:11:56.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new life</title><content type='html'>so here I am, eating my Nestle strawberry yoghurt, thinking what was I suppose to blog on. it was just a minute ago when I felt I had soo much to say. oh well. let's begin with my new life now and how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in SEGi College subang. you know, the one right next to Summit in case you're not too familiar with it. yeah. when everyone's either in Taylor's or in Sunway(if it's not Taylor's). oh well, its cool. maybe it's part of my life learning process to make me more independant without anyone I know there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im trying to be contented in this new life, but just not so yet. I am college sick right now. I mean, there's so much to think about when you're in college now. And, i truly &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; the people I dearly love. And, I do miss school. no wait, not school. the &lt;em&gt;people &lt;/em&gt;in it. yeah. I am only appreciating school now, now when Im not there anymore. but then again, we all just &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to go through this time of our lives. so here I am, trying my best to stay positive about everything. and honestly, i'm pretty afraid to be alone even though I made a few friends over here. the feeling isnt the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been thinking so much lately, about &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I not recall memories anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How do I not feel unsatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;How can I just, make it all dissappear. or do I not want it to dissappear..&lt;br /&gt;How can I just &lt;em&gt;let it all go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I let myself feel painless.&lt;br /&gt;How do I stop missing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it keeps happening. &lt;/em&gt;i probably wanted all these. i probably just &lt;em&gt;didnt &lt;/em&gt;want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;"the hardest thing to go through, is not having noone to understand you, but to understand yourself". and that's partly very true. I never understood myself. I can never understand me. I would like to trade a day of my life to be someone else. just once, to feel how does it feel to be different than me. oh, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i guess i should lighten up a bit now :)  the post is a &lt;em&gt;little emo. &lt;/em&gt;anyway, I think I should get going. so...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all of you out there! may you have a blissful 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;lotsa loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-3218832859340803933?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3218832859340803933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3218832859340803933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3218832859340803933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3218832859340803933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-life.html' title='new life'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-8492487297722028228</id><published>2008-12-16T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:22:06.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag</title><content type='html'>Instructions:Remove one question from above and add in your personal question. Make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Who ever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is/are your favourite song(s) at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If today is your last day,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Be with my beloveds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever thought of getting married?&lt;br /&gt;why wanna think so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;i'm known for not having enough confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies do you want?&lt;br /&gt;2 will do. yea, that's sufficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your goal for next year?&lt;br /&gt;achieve good achievements, good results in whatever i'm gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. yea i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In your opinion, what are the characteristics of the perfect boy/girlfriend?(10 characteristics)He..&lt;br /&gt;1) just loves me for who I am, even though I may suck badly. accepts me in other words.&lt;br /&gt;2) is kind and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;3) kind and gentle comes with patience and tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;4) is caring, and cares for me like no other would.&lt;br /&gt;5) is sincere in his actions and words.&lt;br /&gt;6) is forgiving, forgives people and me.&lt;br /&gt;7) makes me feel secure and safe when i'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;8) will be beside me at all times, through it all.&lt;br /&gt;9) understands me.&lt;br /&gt;10)makes me smile, laugh, makes me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;being in love LOL sounds so.. ohh nevermind! nah I dont really know actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;afraid of being me =/ and not able to express my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there anything you want to tell people who love you?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do! They mean so much to me and I will never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;oh, duh! each of it counts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does flying mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;freedom of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;family, beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you think is hotter? edward cullen or jacob black?&lt;br /&gt;erm, picture please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl May Chong Sue Faye&lt;br /&gt;1) caring, yes she is!&lt;br /&gt;2) supports you.&lt;br /&gt;3)forgives and forgets.&lt;br /&gt;4)gives her all to someone she loves.&lt;br /&gt;5)funnay! and silly too. especially when she's sleeping and someone calls. you can try, you'll know what I mean :D&lt;br /&gt;6)thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;7)oh-so-lovable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What would you really like to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;hm, drink jolly shandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will you become in the next 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;a happy person with nice clothes and shoes and someone to love and who loves me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How to find the right partner?&lt;br /&gt;no need to find lah. I believe the right partner will come to me. Im a lazy person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wishing for right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;right NOW, good grades for SPM. just that first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...&lt;br /&gt;1. Eunice&lt;br /&gt;2. Hannah&lt;br /&gt;3. whoever who wants to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-8492487297722028228?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/8492487297722028228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=8492487297722028228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/8492487297722028228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/8492487297722028228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='tag'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4861706113016202233</id><published>2008-11-29T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:54:29.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;oh my. I did not realise that my previous post was so emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;anyway, anywayyy.  SPM is OVER. yes, for good. well Im not quite satisfied cause I felt like I wasnt doing my really best. OH WELL. it's over, anyway :) so, time to enjoy now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I dont really know how to describe how I feel right now. its kinda, mixed. relieve, anxious, excited, sad. Relieve obviously not so stress(for now) Anxious cause I will be learning to drive and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;work but I dont feel much for that. Excited...wait I dont know this one. We'll come back to that. Sad... Im gonna miss it all, Im gonna miss the memories. thats alot to elaborate here though, but Ill elaborate another day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I wanna pamper myself. Its been quite some time. I mean not really pamper mysef. I just wanna shop til I drop but Ive a strong feeling thats not gonna happen cos I never end up spending much. but YES I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I NEED to work. not too soon but yes, I do think I should work.  to keep myself occupied. keep myself busy. so I dont waste my time daydreaming at home.  and Ill be too tired at night to be having many things in my mind before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;by the way, my sister came back from UK! it's nice to have a back, really. its been so different having her back here.  oh, I haven mentioned. she applied for a working holiday visa. some 2 years visa which you can work and holiday there.  and she bought nice dresses! pretty dresses! yeah I love them as much as she does.  she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;UK like a whole lot. I do too even though I wasn there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I forgot how to end a post. oh well, thats bout it for now :)  enjoy the holidays people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;blurgirl.&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/6264894184438065928-4861706113016202233?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4861706113016202233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=4861706113016202233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4861706113016202233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4861706113016202233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-comes.html' title='Here comes!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6018345243394000330</id><published>2008-11-02T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:02:41.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time hates me.</title><content type='html'>Time hates me for I keep wasting Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, I'm lack of Time. mind me if I start getting frustrated or if I might start cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can be as true as that. i wasted more than enough of Time. taking now as an example already for blogging when I'm supposed to be studying my dear old subject which I never got an A before for my whole entire life... Sejarah. AND to the other science subjects that I just passed for my trials. JUST PASSED. what if i JUST PASSED or get just a C for those? and its not only one subject, practically all are honestly not good at all. and dont try to tell me that it's okay. it is NOT OKAY.  and I am trying to do what I can, but I still have that plain laziness that still lives in me unfortunately, at this TIME?? oh, GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uh, just need to let go a little stress over here before I start studying with my heavy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so what have I been doing? okay, I'm getting sleepier and I think I'm gonna stop somewhere here. Time oh Time, I need you like, desperately... Then I can do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH RIGHT. now mum just came in my room and read this and said "what? wasting time? lagi wasting time..." yeah, THANK YOU. whatever.  just let me get the shit out here first would you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, no one will understand how shitty I feel right now. I dont understand myself either anyway.  not only cause of studies, on other things that involves Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be it for now.  I'm going because I'm not gonna waste anymore precious Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/6264894184438065928-6018345243394000330?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6018345243394000330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6018345243394000330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6018345243394000330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6018345243394000330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-hates-me.html' title='Time hates me.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1297595873016955506</id><published>2008-09-06T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:49:54.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was just chatting with Daniel and heard bout the scandal of Mike Guglielmucci.I was shocked like super shocked!!I mean how he-a pastor and a part of planet shaker who went to tour around the world with the and do this..If you haven't heard bout it please read this&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,24232365-5006787,00.html&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;but then I read the comments on youtube by many others..and some of the comments were good..they din condemn him much..Here are some of the comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"If god can forgive all of us, who are we not to forgive michael. Instead of focusing on the splinter in Michael's eye we need to focus on the log in ours....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Guys we cant even begin to judge. How many of us have our secret sins that we hope to never get busted over. There is grace for all of us. And i for one love the Lord because He has shown me an even greater measure. So i cant offer less. not ever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;      "though he lied for 2 years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;at least he confessed all about his sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and nobody's perfect! all of us have sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nobody can judge him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and really God is our healer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it's just like "if anyone here who's perfect throw the first stone" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i pray that he will understand by other people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"perhaps mike wasnt asking God for healing from his cancer, but rather his addiction and deception. and it looks like God answered and a gave him the strength to first admit his wron&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think any of us has the right to judge him..for its written in the bible.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.judge not that ye be not judge&lt;/span&gt;..We should thank God that he came clean and now he's right b4 god again..We must continue to pray and to also thank god for giving us such a man..god choose each and everyone of us for a reason..he's playing the part god wants him to play..I know God did this for a reason..we might not know why..but god is always in control!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song healer was and will always be a great song..A song that touch many hearts..mine included..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-1297595873016955506?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1297595873016955506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=1297595873016955506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1297595873016955506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1297595873016955506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-just-chatting-with-daniel-and-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6214962919079851012</id><published>2008-09-06T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:20:46.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln0"&gt;Whom did you last go out with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 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                for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln93"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Plenty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything else you want to do besides answering this survey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln93');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln94"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;YES..watch tv la..sister got UPSR..u can guess the rest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln103');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln104"&gt;Do you like spongebob?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln104');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); text-align: left;" id="ln105"&gt;NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln105');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln106');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln107');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln108"&gt;Do you know how to play the guitar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln108');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln109"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yes..not very good tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln109');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln110');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln111"&gt;Who's the last person you texted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln111');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln112');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln113');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln114"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;James &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC or Kenny Rogers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; 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                for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln117"&gt;Beach or CAMPING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln117');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln118"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;BOTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln118');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln119');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln120"&gt;Do you find yourself lonely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln120');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln121"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sometimes..mostly when I'm reading books(triller series)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln121');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln122');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln123"&gt;Is there anyone you're missing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln123');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln124"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;yeah..not saying who tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln124');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln125');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="ln126"&gt;Where did you go out last Saturday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln126');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln127"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Dinner at Secret Recipe with my parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln127');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;    &lt;input name="action" value="reply" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="uid" value="15073811" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="bid" value="74978209" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="firstname" value="zen -" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="subject" value="Re: Some survey,." type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="replybody" value="zen - wrote:\n    Whom did you last go out with?   minshen..been ages. sigh      What do you want to receive on your   birthday?   lotsa hugs and kisses will do! hee.      Reach your hand out to the right?   erm. com mouse?      What time did you sleep last night?   12 something.      What's the wallpaper on your   computer?   some wallpaper..dont really know what is it.      What can you hear besides the   computer?   my music      Do you agree to the saying &amp;quot;to   Forgive is to forget?   yea i guess..      When was the last time tears   started to roll down your cheek?   can't remember. do i want to?? hahah      What/who makes you happy?   Chocolates. Cheesecake. Chocolate Cheesecake. Music.      What makes you sad?   hm..      What are your favorite books?   dont really have one      What would you like to have right   at this moment which seems totally   impossible?   to have everything      Who will you turn to if you have   a huge probLem?   Friends. hee. I love them.      What's your favorite song/s at the   moment?   hm..      What was the last song that kept   ringing on?   nothing      What was the best event that   happened last year?   need some time to think..      Where were you yesterday?   no where interesting      Who are you with?   nobody      Last thing you ate?   some rice..      Have you gone to the beach just w/   your buddies?   i would LOVE that      Do you love sunsets?   m hm! who doesnt. hee      When is your b-day?   i'll let you guess      What are your wishes for your   birthday?   If i tell my wishes wont come true      Who do you wanna be w/ on the day   of your birtday?   All my loved ones of course :)      Have you ever felt you taken for granted?   Yeah      Thing/s you regret?   nahh...      Is there anything else you want to   do besides answering this survey?   YES. I want to sleep. but cant.      What's the most important sentence/s that lingers in your mind   now?   nothing.      Chocolate cake or brazo de   mercedez?   omg chocolate cake.      Do you like spongebob?   NO      Do you know how to play the   guitar?   a little :D wanna teach me?      Who's the last person you texted?   Eunice      KFC or Kenny Rogers?   both      Beach or CAMPING?   ohh beach!      Do you find yourself lonely?   yeah i feel extra lonely when i'm alone in my room at night      Is there anyone you're missing?   hope not      Where did you go out last Saturday?   I did not go out anywhere... dont rub it in!" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-6214962919079851012?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6214962919079851012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6214962919079851012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6214962919079851012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6214962919079851012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/09/survey.html' title='A survey'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7767959579628544901</id><published>2008-09-05T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:32:36.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Year end exam has been postponed..wonder if its good news or bad news??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really really dislike Jacob Black la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe its the way the author write bout him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He sounds like a real jerk and his heart is really as black as his soul..(i hope)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway..since I've already finished all four books..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Book 1-5 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Book 2-5 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Book 3-4 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Book 4-4 times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I can say that I know the story as well as the back of my hands d..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For you guys who don't know what I'm talking about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its the twilight series..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Namely..twilight..new moon..esclipe..and breaking dawn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its a story about a girl,Bella falling in love with a vampire named Edward and also a werewolf named Jacob..A human with non human..this is cool..anyway I'm all for Edward..he's so *sigh*..wish he was real!!!If you guys haven't read it please read it..Its good..better than good..its great..wait..lets just say that its out of this world FANTASTIC!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie is coming out soon..next january..I'm not gonna missed it for the world!!I heard that the guy who play Edward's father is drop dead hunky,handsome,charming..thats wat my friend say la..I'm still waiting to see the trailer..curse this computer!!haiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Eunice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-7767959579628544901?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7767959579628544901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7767959579628544901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7767959579628544901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7767959579628544901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1857943115462882977</id><published>2008-09-04T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:41:22.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;He's everything I want BUT eveything I can't have!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;*************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Need I say more??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Need I crack my head or dig deep into my heart and hurt myself even more??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life definitely still goes on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter what I do or think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life still goes on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has his life to live and I have mine(do i??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sadly its not one same world but two different world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;**************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The pain of loving and losing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;losing yet still loving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;loving brings pain.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pain that will tear one's heart apart..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;**************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whats there more to say??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the bully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-1857943115462882977?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1857943115462882977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=1857943115462882977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1857943115462882977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1857943115462882977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/09/hes-everything-i-want-but-eveything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6675718661744614757</id><published>2008-08-29T21:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:43:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lazy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that I've been not blogging for a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was hyper when something big came up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;later after a few days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It sort of died..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will blog when I'm free..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just keep popping in and maybe you guys would be lucky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway..I noe that my friend Zen has been blogging so its not that bad rite??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll blog when I'm free k??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School sucks as usual..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I heard from my tuition teacher today that me and a few dozen more prefects are going to see the headmistress on tuesday(Monday's is a holiday if you guys are still blur) to give a real good reason to why we weren't in school today for the national day celebration!!Come on..who would wanna go??Especially prefect since we're going to be the one doing all the work..the whole day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not stupid la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I have to think of a good reason to give her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haiz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did anyone watch the olympic closing ceremony??My friends in school were all too tired after fasting for 30 hours(30 hours famine fast) that they all went home and sleep!!OMG!!This is a once in a lifetime thing you know??Anyway..I went to Shirley's house for dinner and we all watch IT together..its was fun,interesting and u know when people watch in a big group..its damn nice le..The chinese has really outdone themselves and gave a splendid show for all of us to see..Lets see how London handle the BIG pressure!!haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;China's atlete did their country proud by topping the medal tally from the beginning to the end!!And I admire all the china atlete for their effort to make their country proud..(cept for lindan la) I'm not saying this because chong wei lost..I just don't think lindan is a good sportsman..Many would agree with me..I'm sure!!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I totally forgot bout national day this year..but I don't think I'm the only one..Olympic is more entertaining!!=) There was this one day..My friend and me were in the car and she just turn and ask me "why is there so many Malaysian flags around??" At 1st I was wondering the same thing till it suddenly dawn on me that our national day is very near and most of us has conveniently forgotten bout it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm crapping d..better stop before I bore you guys to death..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walle is a real great show and my niece is really super super cute!!will upload her photo soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;curse this computer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the bully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-6675718661744614757?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6675718661744614757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6675718661744614757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6675718661744614757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6675718661744614757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m lazy!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7334783237295942859</id><published>2008-08-20T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:49:41.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams oh exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*big sigh of relieve* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm actually really glad I let all those out in that recent post :D I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;feel proud of myself on that. Anyway, since now I already let it all out (well mostly) I want to really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;really focus&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and study for the exams now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I just realised how much time I've wasted, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So yeah, I do need a lil prayer here. To think of how I let my life passed me by like that, I just feel so ever regretful, really. So now, I just wanna do my best to keep studying..and studying....until the end. Ah who cares whether I fail again for the trials or even SPM, as long as I know I put some effort and tried my best...right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;So anyway, I'm gonna cut down my online-ing too. which means, hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; you won't see me posting another post after this one too soon. hmm. We'll see :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;blurgirl.&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/6264894184438065928-7334783237295942859?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7334783237295942859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7334783237295942859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7334783237295942859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7334783237295942859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/08/exams-oh-exams.html' title='exams oh exams.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1879838596114380776</id><published>2008-08-19T09:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T12:19:33.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The walls wont hold me anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Walls Won't Hold Me Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is the point where I can't take it anymore. This is the point where I realise the beauty of blogging. This is the point where I'm overwhelmed, with so much feelings and troubles. The more I feel so troubled, the more I just want to keep my mouth shut. there's just so much...and I badly wish to forget about all these. I really do. And am waiting for the day, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;get over this...everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish I was heartless. i really do...I'm so ever frustrated. stupid STUPID me. Why did I get myself into this. Why did I say "You know I'm here for you as a friend" when she first broke up with him. Why.... He hated me before this. He said things that hurt me like shit. And then when he came to me, and said sorry I made you go through that road..I had to feel bad for what happened to him last year. I had to help him cos I really cared for him and I forgive him about everything. I told myself, I won't go far. I'm just gonna give him all I am and that's it. As much as I was willing to help him all I can, I was trying to keep my distance from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HOW was I to know, that he kept coming to me...and I got myself all tangled up in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And at that time when I felt the closure between us, my heart felt so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; I never felt so good and happy. It never been better...really. My heart felt so light, yet heavy. Felt so safe, yet so insecure. Felt so right yet so wrong. For all those good times..For the care I felt I was getting from him. It was so good. And the times when he asks me how am I, or what's wrong when he sees me looking quite down. Or telling me that he wants to see me.. How a message from him makes me smile differently..Or the calls I get from him late at night.. And those sweet memories he left for me. I should be thankful for that..I am. Thank you for the times you made me happier. And i'm missing it all. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; you. I hoped that those moments could stay. but I know I shouldn't and maybe I should start accepting the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;these voices in my head kept warning me, that you'll never know that you might get hurt again and that..We're just not meant to be like how unmeant to be we were before. Wait no, if we were not meant to be before..means that wouldnt change right. yeah.. I know that. THAT'S the problem. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;that. But I just wanted to feel this happiness without a care. and told myself I would be prepared for anything. sigh.. Somehow I think he thinks that I might be able to help him forget about her, but I'm not her. She's everything I'm not. and I can't be able to replace her...And I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now he has been avoiding me for the couple of months. I knew he was. And I know that I was avoiding him too. Both avoiding each other, but I'm not quite sure why. But I think I know why. And the way he's avoiding me these few months just hurts me. I apologized for avoiding him anyway..And he said that he felt that he was avoiding me instead..But he doesn't know why..He doesn't wanna think about it because he got tonnes of things in his mind and needs to clear his mind. so I said, okay. Understood.. These few weeks I've been thinking about how am I suppose to tell him what I really feel deep down inside cos I cant take it and just had to let him know. but decided not to now. Cos his mind is filled with other things and this would make it harder for him. I'm not willing to make him feel worse in any way. And again I told him that if there's anything, you do know you can come to me if you want. omg. see what I mean... I just can't help but to help him in any way I can. cos I promised myself to always be there for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is why sometimes I feel like I hate myself SO MUCH. I get myself into all these.. Nothing was his fault. My emotions that I feel everyday has nothing got to do with him. I just need to let it all out now so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; now when I let it out here I'll feel much better. And yeah I think I do. It's funny how he can make me do things I never thought I would do. Feel emotions that I never thought I would feel for him I never understood why I do until this day..for maybe 4 years I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm dying to leave all this behind. I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's true. You're the best thing that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-1879838596114380776?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1879838596114380776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=1879838596114380776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1879838596114380776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1879838596114380776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/08/walls-cant-hold-me-anymore.html' title='The walls wont hold me anymore.'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4871359047462502963</id><published>2008-08-11T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:57:37.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heaviest thing a person can carry is a grudge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't been logging for a few weeks now.Its not my fault that the computer is not usable and like what my dad say err..full of viruses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried using my school computer(which is way faster than my computer at home) to blog but when I'm sitting in front of the computer I just could not think of anything that I wish to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other blog is already emo enough and I don't wanna corrupt this one that I'm sharing with Zen..so yeah..I'm considerate..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,last Saturday,we(almost half the church) went to Szehui's house for a house warming kind of  "makan".We thought of playing basketball after dinner but while we were eating,we saw the Olympic on tv,to be exact it was the swimming competition..so we(me,hannah and shirley) decided to each pick one to cheer for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first,we all cheered for Michael Phelps since he's the favourite and since its a well-known fact that the US always dominate the swimming competitions.Later,hannah starts cheering for a swimmer from Australia just because her name is Hannah.And later Hannah starts cheering for all the weird names in each heat and its fun to watch as those she choose always ends up last or second last..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best one was when Hannah and Shirley decided to each pick one to battle against each other.Hannah choose an Australian-I think and Shirley pick one named Nikita(There really a swimmer named Nikita,I swear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the race,It was a 400 meter medley which means they(S and H) has along time to  scream their lungs out to cheer.At one time H's was winning then later S 's took the lead..S was saying go Nikita go and suddenly H said:"come on *the swimmers name*,you can beat that dog!!"..and thats when we all crack and started laughing real hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And H let us on one of a biggest secret..she's actually the swimming coach of Michael Phelps and Stephanie Rice..Its her secret and she's telling us not to tell anyone else..I'm not telling I'm blogging..keep it a secret will ya??*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went and played a bit of basketball and we went back to continue watching Olympic.Then it was gymnastic and Shirley was attracted to those Germans wearing red shorts..saying that muscular guys wearing red shorts is very C-U-T-E..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to clear things up..All I did was state that that  one guy has chest hair..I don't fancy them ok??I'm just stating it thats all..please don't listen to Hannah or Matthew..thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally..China is leading the medal standing with 8 gold medals,3 silver and 2 bronze..hooray!!Malaysia is not doing so good but thats no big surprise rite??Since when did Malaysia handle pressure real well??But Chong Wei did trash Ronald Susilo today 21-13 21-14..so err..We'll just see how well they're gonna be then..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now..wanna watch CSI..ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-4871359047462502963?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1354300398333436097</id><published>2008-08-09T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:47:25.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except when there's chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I may look tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but i'm all woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't sweat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I perspire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or so I like to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive on challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bring it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and not afraid to show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;from the sweat of my workout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;this is my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;there's no one else like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to show my softer side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i can do what i set my mind to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;to live my life to its fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of these sound true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-1354300398333436097?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-8573601245191550108</id><published>2008-08-09T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:23:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her Sweet Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she wonders..&lt;br /&gt;if ever she can make it through.&lt;br /&gt;through it all..&lt;br /&gt;if she could just smile and laugh all the way..&lt;br /&gt;without wanting to care.&lt;br /&gt;but all she does..&lt;br /&gt;is cry silently inside.&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;why does it seem so hard..&lt;br /&gt;she asks herself.&lt;br /&gt;is it just her?&lt;br /&gt;just her, hurting herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;she made up her mind..&lt;br /&gt;she realizes.&lt;br /&gt;the need to put some things aside.&lt;br /&gt;keep her mouth shut...&lt;br /&gt;and see what's more important.&lt;br /&gt;wishing to forget about her feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and simply..&lt;br /&gt;pushing it behind her.&lt;br /&gt;she wish not to let her days..&lt;br /&gt;pass her by like that.&lt;br /&gt;making her life more meaningful maybe.&lt;br /&gt;by creating more blissful memories maybe.&lt;br /&gt;would be better.&lt;br /&gt;she wants that bliss again..&lt;br /&gt;she really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sweet Memory&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;she misses so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurgirl.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-8573601245191550108?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/8573601245191550108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6490190079644634018</id><published>2008-07-16T18:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:37:50.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;We find the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;defendant Eunice guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I tend to do whatever I like and never did once glance around to see how many I've hurt along the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I don't love my parents enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because the annoyance I felt towards my parents for always always telling me what to do and what not to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I'm fight with my parents over people I supposedly called friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because when I fought with my parents it was over stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because at the same time I would be screaming with passion how much I hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because over the past few years I've learned that the people I called friends were nothing but two timing, back stabbing enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because over the past years all I did was mess up my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I was trying to be cool, trying to fit in, trying to pretend to be someone I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I was skipping school and being a stupid fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I realize now why was I skipping? What did I do? Was it worth it? Was it really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because if I was to write a list about all the unspeakable ways on how I've hurt my parents it will be longer than this poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because if I was to write a list about all the good things I've done for my parents it will be shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because all my parents ever did was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; me but am I returning the favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because I wonder how could my parents still tell me that they're proud of me after everything that I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because it took me a few years for me to realize that my parents were right and they want the best for me. They really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;Guilty because it took me a such a long time for me to also realize that Blood is thicker than Water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;I would like to dedicate this poem to my Mom and Dad, whom I love and respect. They put up with everything I did and are still, by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-6490190079644634018?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6490190079644634018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6490190079644634018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6490190079644634018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6490190079644634018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-find-defendant-eunice-ong-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-2273305868599580451</id><published>2008-07-14T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:35:40.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Tagged by Cheryl May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shocked and tongue-tied(Speechless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#2 if you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Have all my dreams come true??lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#3 what will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Church in Paris with white roses everywhere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#4 are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;No..better to live each day as if its your last!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#5 what's your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;One who understands me and can accept me for who I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#6 which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Definitely BOTH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Forever!!(I do really love him wert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#8 if the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Move on with life..there are more fishes in the big wide sea!!haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#9 is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Many many lo..but thats where we learn to be stronger than we were..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#11 is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Depends lo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#12 how do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hopefully a lawyer and am still growing closer to God!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#13 who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;God,Family and all my friends/besties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#14 what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A person who is kind and interesting..a good and friendly christian!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#15 would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;married but poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#16 what's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Reach for my handphone and checked the time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#17 would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Depends on how deep the relationship is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#18 if you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hmm..I'll try to not be tangled in this kind of situation!!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#19 what type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Friends that understands and ready to listen and not condemn me for anything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;#20 what type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;People who back stab other people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;uRit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Chelle Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Yee Chinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Anyone who read this :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-2273305868599580451?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/2273305868599580451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=2273305868599580451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2273305868599580451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2273305868599580451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-by-cheryl-may-1-if-your-lover.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-5872841833632186231</id><published>2008-07-14T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:06:41.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6 people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, dont know who to tag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things i'm passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;going online&lt;br /&gt;shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things I say too often:&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;that's why&lt;br /&gt;yea i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;haih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Love You (quite long ago actually)&lt;br /&gt;The Pact&lt;br /&gt;In Her Shoes&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-(I dont read much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 songs that I can listen to again and again:&lt;br /&gt;Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;I miss you by Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Angel by Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Blind by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;Learning to Breathe by Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes by Cary Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things I've learn in the past years:&lt;br /&gt;true friends will always stick around you&lt;br /&gt;Freedom means doing something without any fear of the consequences/without regrets&lt;br /&gt;letting go is one of the hardest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;to love and be loved is what makes a person happiest&lt;br /&gt;keep giving&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the little things in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;blurgirl.&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/6264894184438065928-5872841833632186231?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5872841833632186231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5872841833632186231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5872841833632186231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5872841833632186231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-people-to-tag-sorry-dont-know-who-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3121250313386266219</id><published>2008-07-13T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:29:21.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag by Chelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tag by Chelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Six people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Zen-li&lt;br /&gt;Min Shen&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Chong&lt;br /&gt;Yee Chinn&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;Ginny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Six things I'm passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around with my loved ones/besties&lt;br /&gt;Surfing the net&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Sports&lt;br /&gt;Leaning more on God(I'm trying very hard k)&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Six things I say too often:&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Gosh&lt;br /&gt;What the..&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;Shut up&lt;br /&gt;Y me??&lt;br /&gt;Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Six books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;New Moon&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Inkheart&lt;br /&gt;7 days(chinese)&lt;br /&gt;10 months(chinese)&lt;br /&gt;Inkspell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Six songs that I can listen to again and again&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll know-Mandy Moore and Jon Foreman&lt;br /&gt;Told You so-Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye-Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;Bunga-bunga Cinta-Misha Omar&lt;br /&gt;So Close-Jon Mclaughlin&lt;br /&gt;Realise-Colby Caitllat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Six things I've learn in the past years&lt;br /&gt;Treasure and appreciate those around you,don't wait till its too late..&lt;br /&gt;Just like photos,we develope from negatives&lt;br /&gt;No one care how much you know until they know how much you care&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a word until its proven to you&lt;br /&gt;When it hurts to look back,and you're scared to look ahead,you can look inside you and God will be there.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-3121250313386266219?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3121250313386266219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3121250313386266219' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;最后一次(the last time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;在我最后一次闭上眼睛之前&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Before I close my eyes for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;我想对你说我爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;I wanna tell you that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;在你怀里 舍不得放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;In your arms, I don't wanna give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;心里有千万语还没说给你听&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;In my heart,there's are thousands of words I haven't say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;我使劲全力&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;I used up all my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;不想闭上眼睛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;To stop myself from closing my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;这次告别就不能再相遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;After this,we will never see each other again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;不能再陪你 但不要忘记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;I can't be by your side but please don't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;你曾经答应我你会好好活下去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;You once promise me that you will continue living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;先走了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;I'm leaving first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;去了好远的地方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;to a place far far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;不能再陪你看日出&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Can no longer watch the sunrise with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;等不到天亮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Couldn't wait for morning to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;所有回忆没去却并不容易&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;This is not easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;All the memories gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;生死由天决定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;Living or dying is all in God's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;不要太伤心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;There's no point crying or feeling sad over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_PostText"&gt;我永远爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that this girl has a sickness that incurable..she wrote this song for the boyfriend and committed suicide after that..Touching and sad..Altogether a great song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=p9ivp_jjJ5k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-4531617620933053554?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4531617620933053554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=4531617620933053554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4531617620933053554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4531617620933053554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/07/httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4179871579204120059</id><published>2008-07-10T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:08:32.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey people..&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've not been blogging for a long time.Sorry la..with exam and kokurikulum and my own laziness all added up,no time to blog lo..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,We(me,michelle,diana,su ann,james and eugene) went to Mr Guna funeral.We went there after school and we stayed there till almost 3pm.I didn't get a chance to look at him and I didn't want to either.I prefer that his last image in my mind was him smiling at me.Thats how I wanna remember him.I'm glad when my friends told me that he looked peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been my MUET teacher for the pass few month.He fell down from the ceiling last week.He left behind his wife and three sons.I couldn't believe it when Pn Viani came into class last week's wednesday and told us the news.We were all so shocked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back,I can still remember the way he talk and joke with me the Friday before the incident.Saying that he want to play badminton with me the next week and joking around with me bout how unfair life is..I remember telling him that he's being unfair to me(jokingly la) and he said "life is unfair wert"(grinning broadly at me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking back..I really learn a lot from him(even though it was a short period of time) .He told me that we(students) should not take part in competition just for the kokurikulum marks or the prizes.We should go to the competition for the experience and the fun for being able to compete with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he was impressed with the way I carry myself while giving my speech on why I want to be a lawyer.Telling me that if I work hard enough,I would make a good one.I will always keep this close to my heart and use it to remind to never give up on my ambition no matter how hard life hit back at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was not being fair to him but like what he say life is seldom fair.We miss him a lot.The class is just not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Mr Guna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends,please appreciate the people around you.. Life's short. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never know when you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time is up&lt;/span&gt;.If you don't look around once in a while you might miss all the good thing around you.Don't get too absorb in worldly wealth that you forget bout your friends..Never leave your friends with a word of anger.You never know if thats the last time you'll ever see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-4179871579204120059?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4179871579204120059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-2714757451654808274</id><published>2008-06-24T13:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:28:16.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It sucks being sick.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when u have&lt;br /&gt;Lots of homework waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;Meeting that you have to cancel or missed..&lt;br /&gt;Appointments that has to be rescheduled..&lt;br /&gt;Exams just around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;Prom Night's preparation to take care..(why??its not like its my prom??)&lt;br /&gt;Osh Sunday coming real soon..&lt;br /&gt;Friends who just couldn't be bothered to give you a hand..&lt;br /&gt;Raymundo words zooming in and ut of your head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats life..whether we like it or not..we have to err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Deal with it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I even bother to blog??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a reminder to myself of what I've been through..&lt;br /&gt;And that I've gone through it with God's help(at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Ella for getting the scholarship..sure envy you girl..&lt;br /&gt;Guess we won't be able to be partners and start a law firm together then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sonia for helping me cope with my stress last week..&lt;br /&gt;Sure enjoyed making muffins with you at ur place..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I cause more problem than help..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6137924437003933144</id><published>2008-06-16T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:04:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School..SUCKS??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was denied again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the chat I have which my teacher this morning,I very sure my teacher has two face!!One whens she's emo and one when she need you.I went to her to resign,and she comes out and started complimenting me..Saying that she was impress by me during Friday's interview and she really need my help to make the school a better place..In the end,I got persuaded to stay for at least one more week..U guys must be thinking..Eunice is so weak!!Right..I totally agree and I disgust myself too..Its either I get hired or fired lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,I was approach by the head girl..&lt;br /&gt;Her:Hey Eunice,I heard that you're going to resign..really??(fake smile)&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yup..(gave her a fake smile of my own)&lt;br /&gt;Her:Think about it okay??(touching my hand and looking sweet)&lt;br /&gt;I just nodded..&lt;br /&gt;Then she left..&lt;br /&gt;My friend standing beside me look at me(with a gesture of wanting to puke) and said: " So FAKE man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During MUET,Teacher wrote two word one the board..he wrote beside that..without the "S"&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend,Lei Wei ask teacher why beside no 'S" but it came out "Teacher,you have a beautiful a**.Everyone started laughing loudly and it was really a sight..I'll stop here..this is not good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During economy class..Pn Teo ask if anyone didn't do their homework.She say that those that didn't do please go stand outside so that they can be OUTSTANDING..How lame is that..she even started laughing to her own joke..I just turn behind and gave my friend the bored look and my friend burst out laughing..And to make the matter worse-the teacher thought that my friend was laughing at her joke..and commented that at least one student(my friend) got the 'JOKE'..OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The bully&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/6264894184438065928-6137924437003933144?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6137924437003933144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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So shame on the Oshers la..especially me..I'm feeling terrible d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tea,we had worship!!Eric lead the worship with songs like Pharaoh Pharaoh,Whose side are you leaning on?,Making melodies in my heart and Jesus cares for me.The kids and all the parents took part in the worship,doing actions and jumping around.Its was so fun to watch.Hannah was on the piano,Ian on the bass,Daniel on the drum and I was doing the singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,there was a presentation prepared by Daniel with words said by kids to their parents..all the parents were touched by the short yet sincere message.Then Auntie Dorothy  delivered a short presentation by telling us to be like a dog and not a cat.Cats think they're God when you treat them well,whereas dogs think you're God when you treat them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games were next,we(Hannah and I)  prepared games to look for the best dad,best mom and best kid.First was dad's,those four who volunteered or was volunteered by others were ask to prepare a dish with the ingredients  given.The  winner was  Uncle  Christopher.Next up,Mom's game..They were ask to dressed up like dad's,wear a working shirt and a tie a tie and later solve a math equation prepared by Hannah.The winner was Auntie Poh Lin..Hannah,you're secret is safe with me!!=) Finally the kids game,they were to gather three to a group.The first was to hang a working shirt on the clothes line,Second was to take it down and lastly fold the shirt neatly.The winner was Justin,Abelyn and Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,price giving ceremony.Price were awarded and those who didn't want to go home yet were given a chaance to play Captain ball with the osh people.Daniel and Ian bullied everyone(Tsk Tsk).After that we  went  home!!Tired but super happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT04rHL-xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KIzUMV5eZ1Y/s1600-h/DSC00163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT04rHL-xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KIzUMV5eZ1Y/s320/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212059923257228050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents enjoying the food..All smiles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT05OLZuaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6FQbfAYr3k/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT05OLZuaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/J6FQbfAYr3k/s320/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212059932670146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teacher's(in orange) helping all the kids to serve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT05QAMsrI/AAAAAAAAAII/JI5swOXv0d0/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT05QAMsrI/AAAAAAAAAII/JI5swOXv0d0/s320/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212059933160026802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah cutting the ingredients for the dad's game!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT053GejdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M3tebXR_ALI/s1600-h/DSC00166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT053GejdI/AAAAAAAAAIY/M3tebXR_ALI/s320/DSC00166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212059943655345618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo..all ready to serve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT2XhuR1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tb0mN5PCjR0/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT2XhuR1jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tb0mN5PCjR0/s320/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212061552824407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dads wearing apron before starting..&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://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT2YG85PjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cPobVv5ytQY/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT2YG85PjI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cPobVv5ytQY/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212061562817822258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dads in action.&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://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT2Yec6YWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/txfzaeGqwB0/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT2Yec6YWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/txfzaeGqwB0/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212061569126130018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moms dressing for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later that night,we(my family,The Khaw's,The Quak's,The Chan's,The Boey's went to visit Shirley and also to celebrate Auntie Alice's Birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT3vLaedvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P66MStASSs8/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT3vLaedvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P66MStASSs8/s320/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212063058664257266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom with Auntie Alice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats all for now..Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6264894184438065928-1298492385589284618?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SFT04rHL-xI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KIzUMV5eZ1Y/s72-c/DSC00163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-2871284620298045438</id><published>2008-06-10T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:07:01.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey people..I'm back!!!(Blogging during school hour again but now is PA..no teacher yet..so not exactly ponteng la =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good news!!!I'm going to change to the sejarah class tomorrow..thats what the PK HEM told us..I was so very happy..Just finished chemistry class..The teacher makes everyone(Ash and Xin Na said)wanna sleep..not that she's not good la..Just that she speak with one tone all the time..flat tone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank god I'm leaving tomorrow..sure I'll miss all the new friends I've met in the in the physic class..people like Carmen Leong, Xin Na,Li Yen,Pui Mum,Chun Keat, Ash and many more..but I really have to leave that class if not my  future is gone man..I've no science bone in me..obvious la..ask anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets hope all things go as its supposed to and I'll be in the sejarah class by 2moro..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School gonna end d..got to go back to class to pack my bag..Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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News!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3794889738953699811</id><published>2008-06-10T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:08:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in school!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If I'm blogging during school hours..that means school is really boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't believe I'm still stucked in the physic class till now..I've to do  extra homework and waste precious time(not that I treasure all the time I have :P) But still,I'm trying to turn over a new leaf here..After two period of physics..I just have to leave the class..and to add on to the horror,she's coming in the last to period of today again because our PA teacher is not here yet..I can't stand her la..she's like a twin of Pn Liza(hint hint)..My fellow SMK USJ 12 friends think that they(pn Liza and pn Suhaili) might be sisters..they are so alike..so very alike!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I withdrew from the running of editor-in-chief of the redaksi club just now..Think its a little too much for me to handle..new school,new friends,new teacher is already TMTH..SO I'll pass for the new job..I still need a life!!I got to get back to class for Math T now..Ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bully&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/6264894184438065928-3794889738953699811?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6497518741487444182</id><published>2008-05-23T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:19:04.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;SMK Seafield will need lots of time to get used to..&lt;br /&gt;1st the prefects are so very arrogant(some la)..Don't even look at you or acknowledge when you greet them..&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are so SS or FOS man..They're so perasan that we actually start missing most of the teachers in our school..&lt;br /&gt;The Djs dunno how to choose songs..&lt;br /&gt;Teacher hardly enter class..&lt;br /&gt;Students are allowed to bring cellphone and walkman to school(most of the prefect brought their phone-we(USJ 12 students) were so shocked when we saw a few students using their cellphone in the hall when prefects and teachers were walking in front of them)&lt;br /&gt;And the teachers day celebration is totally a havoc today..&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a time for the students to play any games they want..like volleyball,ping pong,scrabbles and many more..&lt;br /&gt;We were there as early as 645am and the real celebration start bout 11am..OMG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..You people will start telling me that its just that my school(USJ 12) that is strict rite??&lt;br /&gt;Other school very lenient rite?Either way..I'm not used to this school..don't think I ever will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming.&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't I excited??&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to school for a very long time and when I start school 2 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are just round the corner..&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired!!And so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;to be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-6497518741487444182?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6497518741487444182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6497518741487444182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6497518741487444182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yess. yesssss. finally! 3 weeks of exam is so totally OVER. we were rejoicing after history paper like SPM was over. yup. that happy. seriously, this time it feels really long and draggy and whatever awful adjectives i could put down to describe it. it feels good now! well um, apart from feeling like i officially screwed it all up. which is no surprise anyway. and im serious. i really did. i think throughout the exam days, i just realised how much i need to cope. not that difficult to realise, but the part where i've to take serious actions bout it, feels alot harder. well, for me. and i dont know how and why i've become like that. the only time i focus on studying is these few days when exams are here and it didn't exactly um, help much. i didn exactly stay up too late for the exams. the latest was just 1am. and Grandma was making a huge fuss over it. and still is now. well, grandmas are grandmas! eheh. she is one typical grandmother. last minute study never really worked. so yea, i do need to keep that in mind, right there as deep as it can go in my head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ah. enough about studies. maybe talk about something else. like American Idol. i'm not really all crazy bout it, but i follow it every week. i'm not a big fan of big David, but i prefer him than the little David. hmm but i gotta say that little David sang quite well for the finale. my mum told me the results already. she watched it live this morning. and the winner this year goes to Cook. phew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'm dying to shop.... it has been ages since the last time i bought something for example, more clothes? tops, bottoms, etc, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(always and forever will be)&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/6264894184438065928-1214814760199310384?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1214814760199310384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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="left"&gt;I'm awake..then it just dawn on me..I'm starting school that very day..oh crap..my friends calling me to know what time am I picking her up from her house..I only just woke up..and so I jumped out of bed and did the usual..drank my cup of milk in record time and then I'm out of the front door..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;By the time I left the house its already 6.55 am.I reach my friends house at 7am(driving damn fast-don't learn k?) And I reach the school at 7.15.And we barely made it pass the front gate and the school bell rang..thank god..Who would want to be late..especially on the 1st day of school..We line up in our respective classes..I'm in the physics class(I dunno why..with results as bad as mine..I thought I'll be offered a place in the arts stream..but no they offered me science..and so I'll have to apply to transfer..lecehnya!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway..it orientation week..so we have to gather in the school hall(big) and listen to all the teachers(Pn Chong Ik Poh(PK 1),Pn Roslinda(PK2) and En.Abdul Raham(PK3 and the supposing most handsome teacher in our school..cough cough cough)...The teachers are alll very SS la..they start telling funny "jokes" and started laughing among themselves..All the students and I really mean ALL the students just stare at them..I know cause I was standing somewhere behind teacher(helping with the laptop)..why??because teacher say that I have a nice name.(ya right..she just can't remember others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yesterday..we launch the teacher's day banner..Teachers were supposed to read the letters sent by PPD and Menteri Pendidikan to every school.our PK 2 read the one from PPD-quite &lt;em&gt;short &lt;/em&gt;la..And when the PK 1 step out to read the other one..she told us to be patience..cause apparently it has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13 &lt;/span&gt;pages..She started reading..the sun was quite high in the sky..panas la..When she finished the reading..she fell backward(I'm dead serious).She fell and hit the platform hard..We were all shock...some were shiock la..the students were all jumping around and wanting to know whats going on..I and my fellow PST try to keep them sitted(I'm a prefect probate)..but she stood up after 5 or so minutes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I help the teacher with the keying in of borang SMM until school ended..which is 12.35..our school ends 5 minutes later than other school..weird..to be honest..everything is weird!!!Oh well..we'll see how things turn out later..next week..Today I'm off to church camp..YAHOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the bully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-5380991708710143606?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5380991708710143606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5380991708710143606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Hannah:Min Shen look odd..(She tied her hair up)&lt;br /&gt;Me:Min Shen is hot??Of course she's HOT..&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:I meant ODD..&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh..She always wear her hair like that when she go to school wert.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:I didn't know Min Shen contribute to Global warming..&lt;br /&gt;Me:What??Oh..&lt;br /&gt;Then we(at least I did) continue to read the galaxie magazine I just bought..&lt;br /&gt;We were talking and reading bout the top 25 under 25..&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:Hey..I forgot to put Min Shen's name down for penghargaan  in my  scrap book(the title was global warming)&lt;br /&gt;Me:Then go home to type it again la..&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:I have to type and print and rebind le..&lt;br /&gt;Me: then don't la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was memorable..And now while I'm sitting at home with nothing to do..They're all having exams..Muahahahahahahahahah....I'm evil..=))) All the best people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-6907357107171753407?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6907357107171753407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6907357107171753407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6907357107171753407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6907357107171753407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-church-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7525685373076712095</id><published>2008-05-06T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:34:48.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Best birthday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sorry..I know its late..sorry Ella..here is it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My birthday in Sunway Lagoon..on 19th April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my mom has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kindly&lt;/span&gt; treated me and a few of my friends(Ella,Shirley,Xiang Ping,Zen-li,Elaine,Yen ping and Felicia) to Sunway Lagoon..I was so very excited that I couldn't sleep much the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on the roller coaster and the colorado splash 1st.Me and Ella sat right at the front and it was really fun.US shouting for fun and not of fear..On the colorado splash,we each pick a different partner and SADLY it wasn't as fun as last time..We din get to sit on the slide that comes out from the snake mouth,it was under mantainance.Ella keep saying that she wanted them to pay us back..saying that it isn't fair and everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on the river rapid-I was with Ella,Shirley and Zen!!Its was so unfair that I was the only one getting wet on that ride..Both Zen and Shirley say that its because it was my birthday mah..birthday girl sure must get wet la said Shirley.Me being ME, couldn't accept that fact la..So we went on another ride..and guess what??Bingo!!I got wet again..they all were pratically all dry..Geramnya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..we got tired of that ride and went for the others..like the Lost City of Gold.I went on this with Zen-li.And later before the ride started,Xiang Ping,Ella and Zen sang Happy birthday song for me right there on the ride..The person that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jaga &lt;/span&gt;the ride even wish me Happy Birthday!!When the ride started,it started moving slowly at 1st and so I ended up showing Zen one of the gift I got for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hey,look at what XXX gave me for my birthday??&lt;br /&gt;Zen:Wah..(something else..don't remember but it was some compliments la..)&lt;br /&gt;I was grinning like mad..&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;Zen:Y are you telling me this HERE??&lt;br /&gt;Me:U look scared(of the ride) mah..&lt;br /&gt;Zen: Ya right...so nice of youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..........&lt;br /&gt;We went down on the roller coaster then..hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later we went for the pirate ship(360 degree turn)..(Only me,Shirley,Elaine and Xiang Ping went on it)..the others chicken out..lol..I was very brave..And so,for all those who thought they heard me screaming on that ride..your minds are playing tricks on you..get it examined k??LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for the spinning cups..round and round and round..we were all dizzy..some of us cant even walk properly..and I did something totally mad..I thanked the man for the ride..thinking back now..I must be nuts..thanking him for giving me headache??WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly..We went on the Tomahawk..We need to wait for quite a while..and I partner Zen again this time.For this ride,Zen and I decided to hold hands and see who grip the hardest..I did..Of course I did..I was the stronger one..it was not because I was afraid k??trust me..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the water park for lunch..The food was okay but bloody expensive.We rested for quite a while before moving to the pool side.We swam for a while and had a bit of fun in the pool before moving to the slides.We went on different slide with different partners..I even had a bet with Xiang Ping to see who can scream the loudest..I lost..Hers was so very high pitch since the beginning..I scream in a low pitch at 1st then only did I gradually move higher..Sob sobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later,they tried to cheer me up(I was in a bad mood over something) by asking me to go on the slide with the mat..It was fun but I didn't want to show or admit that I was having fun(so like me right??)so I just scowl..i did admit to Zen tho..by the second ride..I was okay d..On the second ride,We had a race to see who can go the furthest.I sliped..malunya..But I won that because I got up and threw myself with a bigger force down that slide..lol lol lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the man-made beach and I tried to trip Zen and in the end she trip me and fell on top off me..I was press into the water and drank&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; alot&lt;/span&gt; of water..serve me right actually..Later,after swimming and playing for a while..I craved my name and Zen's on one of the poles there..We left our mark there.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,I ask for some water from Ella and she ask me whether haven't I had enough from the pool??I feel like killing her!!We took photos,cleaned up and went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos taken there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRIp0MwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZIfdR-6VQT4/s1600-h/DSC00044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRIp0MwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZIfdR-6VQT4/s400/DSC00044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197168558017360642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the victim in the photo k??I'm not the bully!!&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://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRYp0MxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A2jegbM0hA4/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRYp0MxI/AAAAAAAAAGw/A2jegbM0hA4/s400/DSC00056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197168562312327954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This what You get when you bully me!!lol&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://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRop0MyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-zMnyphImPI/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRop0MyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-zMnyphImPI/s400/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197168566607295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun..I dunno y I look so blur..must be&lt;br /&gt;because I'm without my glasses!!&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://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANR4p0MzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V0Zl90zB0A4/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANR4p0MzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/V0Zl90zB0A4/s400/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197168570902262578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just precious..&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://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANSIp0M0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wldGcLSHGj4/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANSIp0M0I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wldGcLSHGj4/s400/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197168575197229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Picture perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCAQA4p0M2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1UVAZZsp3bc/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCAQA4p0M2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1UVAZZsp3bc/s320/DSC00077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197171577379369826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zen-li,me and Xiang Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCAQAop0M1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XcmRksj74aA/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCAQAop0M1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/XcmRksj74aA/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197171573084402514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yen Ping,Me and Felicia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCAQA4p0M3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CfkAQWe4ibw/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCAQA4p0M3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CfkAQWe4ibw/s320/DSC00068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197171577379369842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xiang Ping,ME and Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks all for coming ya..=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That night,At my house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shirley and her family came over for dinner,We watch Taxi and laugh our heart out..And half way through the show..I decided to open my presents..I left the one Min Shen,Zen-li and Hannah bought for last..And..(I'm glad I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCASG4p0M4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wYBtfdT1MH4/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCASG4p0M4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/wYBtfdT1MH4/s320/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197173879481840514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought me ECLIPSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes..I practically scream the house down!!!I was so happy!!!So very Happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,cake time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCATNop0M5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lb7D_9XAO08/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCATNop0M5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/lb7D_9XAO08/s320/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197175094957585298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cake..I'm sure you're all green with envy!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after the singing of birthday songs..They went home..Thanks all for the best birthday ever!!!&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/6264894184438065928-7525685373076712095?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7525685373076712095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7525685373076712095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7525685373076712095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7525685373076712095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SCANRIp0MwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZIfdR-6VQT4/s72-c/DSC00044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6812406782885863093</id><published>2008-04-28T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:13:17.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Was just reading Yen Ping blog..speaking of blogging bout our loved ones birthday..I totally forgot bout Nicholas!!Sorry dear..must have slip my mind..And so here is it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Nicholas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hope all you're wishes will come true..And you really must thank me for spending time with Stephen..Jasmine-I don't mind,I really like her..we might become best of friends..who knows??But you're charmingly annoying brother is really too much!!I'm dead serious!!Thanks for lunch tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; have..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt; will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-6812406782885863093?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6812406782885863093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6812406782885863093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6812406782885863093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6812406782885863093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/was-just-reading-yen-ping-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4343621062152474798</id><published>2008-04-28T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:16:48.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me:Next week no osh but got meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:I know.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Am I the last to know??I'm not going d..&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:haha..&lt;br /&gt;Me:I'm not going d..&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:U went home already mah..Steph told us..&lt;br /&gt;Me:Still not going..&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:Why??&lt;br /&gt;Me:Feeling rebellious..=))&lt;br /&gt;Hannah:OH..Fabulous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..conversations like these are those that keep me alive..bunch of craps(maybe) but it keep me happy..I'm easily satisfied which means I'm also easily annoyed!!So yeah..Hannah is a great friend..even though she likes to hit my leg for dunno what fantastic yet crazy reason..haiz..Life is good..for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-4343621062152474798?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-2961733609365343357</id><published>2008-04-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:49:46.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I always allow people to hurt me??&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I just just keep my heart to myself??&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..He was good to me and he's a Christian and he acts and look every bit like a gentleman..He help me in every way when I was working in Sunway..He talks to me and he was telling how comfortable he was when talking to me and *ahem ahem*(all the sweet juicy mushy line)..I was ready to maybe give him a try and then..IT HAPPENED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno how those people who hurt people actually carry on with their life..I mean don't they feel guilty??ashamed?? or is it some sort of game to them??I'm so bloody pissed and good thing I haven't started anything yet..if not I would feel even worse now!!Good thing I'm no longer working in Sunway..If not I dunno how am I supposed to faced him..or him to me..He call himself a Christian??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear any of your well revised explaination!!U shouldn't have done this to me!!Thanks God SHE doesn't know it yet!!!If not I'll feel even worse..just leave me alone please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you were different from other guys..You're definitely different..You're worse than many by a mile!!!Man..the line never judge a book by its cover is really ON you. I wish you will just go back to your country and totally leave the girls here alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thinks your nice and if I really took your advice and added you on friendster one day later..what a joke I'll be..You've been lying straight to my face for two long months..I feel so sick of You and of myself for not seeing the real You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed at You..But I'm even more pissed at myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get over you..eventually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-2961733609365343357?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/2961733609365343357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=2961733609365343357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2961733609365343357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2961733609365343357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-i-always-allow-people-to-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-723564847201262880</id><published>2008-04-27T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:48:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Alpha..</title><content type='html'>This is for those who skip the youth alpha launching in FGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey..I went to the youth alpha launching+ Planet Shakers concert on the 12th of April in FGA KL with a few of my fellow friends and Larry(youth leader).Good thing we actually reserved place and get to walk pass all those standing outside for a long time(sad really).They stamped a date on all our hands and we got a wrist band(for those who reserve early).Many came and had to stand in the overflow and watch the whole thing from the television..because the place couldn't take in that much people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SBM4vop0MuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/763JnLiW5rA/s1600-h/12-04-08_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SBM4vop0MuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/763JnLiW5rA/s400/12-04-08_2337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193557186306126562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ink was really hard to wash off..The wrist band was limited..&lt;br /&gt;So I think the ink on my hand was worth it la(to get the wrist band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We waited till 8pm before the whole officially kick off..We started with worship leaded by planet shakers..Songs like Pick it up,Beautiful Saviour and a few more..the whole thing was great..At 1st me and Hannah was too shy to jumped..we keep asking each other to jumped 1st..In the end, I dunno who started 1st but we all end up jumping like crazy..We sing and jumped till our legs hurt and voice crack(thats me,Hannah,Shirley,Eric), the others stand there like stone(predictable la).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the powerful  worship session.. Jamie Haith came up to speak.He did something totally funny..He loked at the television and had he's own private moment with those in the overflow and then he ask us to turn to the person sitting next to us and tell them that "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;they looked very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nice today&lt;/span&gt;"..we(me and hannah) look at each other and started laughing..but in the end we got the greeting out la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke on being followers of God..Using the bible as our guide..He used the example of her daughter sticking her hand on the window..thats was the funniest..there was another bout him watching a movie with her daughter too.. and he cuddle up to her daughter which ended with her daughter telling him(quite loudly).."dad!!Why cant U just be normal??"lol lol LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing we learn on that day..he say that if we don't remember anything else..we only have to remember this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Follow me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I will send You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He say that its not the person next to us..nor behind or in front..just us..Thats what we're supposed to remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Planet Shaker came up and lead us to sing the song JUMP AROUND..Hannah was so hyper..reasons are because she got it right and she wants to jumped!!We sang and jumped till we were so tired..Hannah even gone deaf for awhile after the whole thing..the music was loud..we were seated quite front and so we have to bear with the LOUD music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended quite early..And I actually went and line up to get a shirt for my friends birthday..Man..It was so very hot..and everyone was red in the face(those lining up to get shirts la)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the words written on the shirt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;generation for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; generation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went home and bath and sleep la..got to go church the next day le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SBNAJIp0MvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HABlwgnygsI/s1600-h/12-04-08_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SBNAJIp0MvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/HABlwgnygsI/s400/12-04-08_1946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193565320974185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the view from my seat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera on my phone at that time was not a good type..and so I will not embarassed myself further by uploading the rest of the photos..&lt;br /&gt;Hope this was good enough for U Nicholas..&lt;br /&gt;I like the pictures from your camera la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-723564847201262880?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/723564847201262880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=723564847201262880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/723564847201262880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/723564847201262880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/youth-alpha.html' title='Youth Alpha..'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SBM4vop0MuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/763JnLiW5rA/s72-c/12-04-08_2337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-5512391973330959435</id><published>2008-04-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:39:04.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Q and A..hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.Your ex is on the side of the road, on fire. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'll get down and try my best to help him la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.Your best friend tells you she is pregnant. What is your reaction?&lt;br /&gt;SAY WHAT??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?&lt;br /&gt;Punching in the face??I don't want to hurt my own hand la..killing is easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.Congratulations! You just had a son. What’s his name?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to name him Cedric.(not yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.Congratulations! You just had a daughter. What’s her name?&lt;br /&gt;Caroline sounds nice..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;Another minute with Nicholas??(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7.What was the last thing you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;SPM result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8.When you buy something and your change is a penny. Do you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;I'll put it in my pocket and I usually forget bout it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9.What color is your tissue box?&lt;br /&gt;Brown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10.Do you have a ceiling fan in your room, and if so, is there dust on that fan?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..My maid clean it every week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11.What is the last voicemail you received about?&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to post it on the blog!!!=)) (all I can say is that my heart melts after I hear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12.Scariest thing you’ve experienced in the last year?&lt;br /&gt;SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13.what do you order when you go to Taco Bell?&lt;br /&gt;It sounds familiar..but dunno la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14.Have you ever had a garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..I treasure ALL my stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15.Has anyone ever spat in your drink and you drank it unknowingly?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...all my friends are nice..in other words..they're not that bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16.Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;Of course..its my BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17.Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas(yesterday) with his brother,Stephen and his brother's fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18.What is your reaction when you find out you just got pranked?&lt;br /&gt;Depends how bad the prank is and who did it la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19.Have your brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;Err..no..but I've told them..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20.Dark or light jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21.What was the last movie you watched at home?&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;22.What is in your pocket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing..I have small pocket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;23.Who hooked you up with your girlfriend/ boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;My primary school teacher..Pn Fong..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24.Where do you hurt?&lt;br /&gt;My head..got headache la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What is your favorite aisle at Wal-Mart?&lt;br /&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26.When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Today..19th April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;27.What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;Going to Sunway Lagoon to have fun..Its my birthday wert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;28. Who was the last person you went shopping with?&lt;br /&gt;My mom. For my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29.What about your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;No favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30.Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;br /&gt;Err..nope..I'm very UNIQUE..rite Zen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;32.Do you like pickles?&lt;br /&gt;No way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;33.Is someone in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..Shirley just told me and Zen too..I know it as a fact..rite Zen dear??lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;34.What color is your couch?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;35.Has anyone ever mistaken you for a family member?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;36.Does someone like you right now?&lt;br /&gt;I think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;37.Do you know anyone in jail / prison?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;38.Do you like the color green?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;39.How many hours did you sleep for last night?&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours..Was chatting with Nicholas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;40.Do you swear at your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Not straight to the face la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;41.Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;I sure Zen is..And so is Nicholas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag..&lt;br /&gt;Zen&lt;br /&gt;Min Shen&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;Yee Chinn&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;Ella&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/6264894184438065928-5512391973330959435?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5512391973330959435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5512391973330959435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5512391973330959435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5512391973330959435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/q-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6210408202744803960</id><published>2008-04-19T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T08:04:45.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you get more than 30 I strongly&lt;br /&gt;recommend some counseling!&lt;br /&gt;If you get more than 20 you’re&lt;br /&gt;paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 11-20 then you are normal.&lt;br /&gt;If you get 10 or less you’re&lt;br /&gt;fearless.&lt;br /&gt;People who don’t have any are full of&lt;br /&gt;crap!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I Fear…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[] The dark&lt;br /&gt;[x] Staying alone forever&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Being a parent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Giving birth&lt;br /&gt;[x] Being myself in front of others(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Open spaces&lt;br /&gt;[] closed spaces&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Big hairy arses&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] Birds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spiders&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Flowers or other plants&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Being touched&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fire&lt;br /&gt;[] Deep water&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lakes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Silk&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The ocean&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total so far: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ x] Failure&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Success&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Thunder/lightning&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Frogs/toads&lt;br /&gt;[] My boyfriends/girlfriends dad&lt;br /&gt;[] My boyfriends/girlfriends mum&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mice/Rats&lt;br /&gt;[] Jumping from high places&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Snow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rain&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total so far: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] Wind&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cross hanging bridges&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Death&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Heaven&lt;br /&gt;[x] Being robbed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Falling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Clowns&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Large crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Men&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Women&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total so far: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[x] Having great responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Doctors, including Dentists&lt;br /&gt;[] Tornadoes&lt;br /&gt;[] Hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Incurable diseases&lt;br /&gt;[x] Venomous Snakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sharks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Poverty&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total so far: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[ ] Halloween&lt;br /&gt;[ ] School&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Trains&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Odd numbers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Even numbers&lt;br /&gt;[x] Being alone&lt;br /&gt;[] Becoming blind&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Becoming deaf&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Growing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] monsters under my bed&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Total so far: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[] Creepy noises in the night&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bee stings&lt;br /&gt;[x] Not accomplishing my dreams/goals&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Needles&lt;br /&gt;[] Dinosaurs if they were alive&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;[] High speeds&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Throwing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Falling in love&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My Total: 15&lt;br /&gt;POST IT WITH THE SUBJECT: “I fear&lt;br /&gt;21 out of 70 common fears”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag..&lt;br /&gt;1.Zen&lt;br /&gt;2.Cheryl May&lt;br /&gt;3.Hannah&lt;br /&gt;4.Yee Chinn&lt;br /&gt;5.Ella&lt;br /&gt;6.Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/6264894184438065928-6210408202744803960?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6210408202744803960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6210408202744803960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6210408202744803960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6210408202744803960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-get-more-than-30-i-strongly.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-652235729766181385</id><published>2008-04-16T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:27:28.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy</title><content type='html'>Last sunday...My dad went to the PC fair with Uncle Teck Meng..He din allow me to follow so I ended up going with my mom and bro to look for my new phone(Mine gonna rosak d)..And so we went to Summit to look for MY phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took quite a long time(A very long time)..my brother even say that if I don't make up my mind soon..he will kill me..(Cant blame him..he's so tired after the alpha thing on Sat). And finally I decided on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sony Erisson K810i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..Thanks to Zen, Shirley and Min Shen..They keep telling me how good Sony is and blah blah blah...But the only surprise is that I bought the K-series and not the W-series that I keep saying that I want to buy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SAQ3V5i8kZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nyW4GmQ-q20/s1600-h/eunice_new_phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SAQ3V5i8kZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nyW4GmQ-q20/s400/eunice_new_phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189333520001831314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K810i..my pride and joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought thats this is already the best day of my life..little did I know that more surprises were to come!!!My dad came home bringing a laptop and he say that its for me..for my&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday!!!He bought me a new&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; laptop&lt;/span&gt;!!I was so shocked!!I was so ashamed because I got into a big argument with him that morning and thought thats the reason y he din wan to let me go with him..and it turn out..IT wasn't!!!I got him so angry and yet he is still willing to buy me a laptop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SAQ3F5i8kYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vBBmEylrZmw/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SAQ3F5i8kYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vBBmEylrZmw/s320/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189333245123924354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My dad bought me this to replace my last laptop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the best present that I've received it my lifespan of 18 years!!!Thanks Mummy and Daddy!!!=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-652235729766181385?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/652235729766181385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=652235729766181385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/652235729766181385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/652235729766181385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/SAQ3V5i8kZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nyW4GmQ-q20/s72-c/eunice_new_phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-8476618908399018577</id><published>2008-04-08T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:38:16.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Surprise!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th of March..my family and I return to Raub for "cheng beng".We went out for dinner because my aunt got a big bonus(When I say big,I meant BIG).And so we were treated to  a 8 course dinner(the last two were desserts-so it doesn't count).My family and I were told to skip lunch so that we can finish the dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at around 8pm and while in the car with my favourite uncle because the Camry(the newest modal) is already full(not fair-i never get a chance to sit in it yet) and my dad's car is already filled with all my cousins(annoying but lovable brats).It took us about half an hours to get there!!So we end up talking bout politics in the car!!(not that I mind).We went on and on until my aunt suggest that I change my ambition and go into politic instead!!(time to shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach there and to our horror-there was a some sort of celebration inside and we have to have our dinner OUTSIDE!I sat with my other girl cousins and(to my dismay) Alex(my cousin who is the same age as me sat at the other table(two tables as usual!!).And since I can't talk to him..so I spend almost the entire time teasing my cousin who is currently having her fourth boyfriend with my other cousins..Man..It was kinda fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then food..they were great!!!tasty and totally worth the starvation..My cousin knows that I love prawns..and when she saw the way I was removing the "shell" of the prawn(I was using fork and spoon-not my hand)..She tease and say that she already finish two before i get to eat one..And later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My aunt:Still got so many..how to finish??(in canton)..&lt;br /&gt;She was about to call the lady to packed it up..when..&lt;br /&gt;My cousin:No need la..Eunice can finish it up..&lt;br /&gt;Me:What???(that was the 7th dish d le..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was about 8-9 prawns left(I've already taken 5!!!)..goodness..But I managed to finish it- sharing with one of my cousin *phew*.she even took pictures of it!!!And she make me promised to post it in the blog!!!(Don't ask me how!!)&lt;br /&gt;So here are they...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_l9iqEZ19I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MaZcRn_N94c/s1600-h/29-03-08_2115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_l9iqEZ19I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MaZcRn_N94c/s320/29-03-08_2115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186314480255621074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last prawn..decorated by my cousin!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not very impressive..she's studying hospitality and tourism le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_sgLqEZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8lkg298KJ9w/s1600-h/29-03-08_2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_sgLqEZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8lkg298KJ9w/s320/29-03-08_2116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186774780490668050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The prawn with the shell..I decided to removed the shell with my hand..&lt;br /&gt;(of course la..I already broke one nail le..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_sgLqEZ2BI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8lkg298KJ9w/s1600-h/29-03-08_2116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_mAa6EZ1_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dOq9ZvX630s/s1600-h/29-03-08_2117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_mAa6EZ1_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/dOq9ZvX630s/s320/29-03-08_2117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186317645646518258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done..I took 15 seconds..They even timed me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went home and played some games and watch some movies on tv..and then around 11pm..the cakes came out..I was not surprise by this..My mom bought the cake for my aunt and my brothers birthday..both on the 6th of April!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When they open it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_sg7qEZ2CI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9VAbfxBa24Q/s1600-h/DSCN2340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_sg7qEZ2CI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9VAbfxBa24Q/s400/DSCN2340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186775605124388898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My name was there too..I was so shocked!!!!Good thing I haven't change into my pajamas yet..We each blow A candle(kedekutnya!!!) and cut the cake..We even took photos..Here's one of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_mCQ6EZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5z1ewUt7HnY/s1600-h/29-03-08_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_mCQ6EZ2AI/AAAAAAAAAFo/5z1ewUt7HnY/s320/29-03-08_2321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186319672871081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left(me,my oldest aunt and my beloved brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I get to celebrate my birthday long before its even here...great surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bully&lt;br /&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/6264894184438065928-8476618908399018577?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/8476618908399018577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=8476618908399018577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/8476618908399018577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/8476618908399018577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R_l9iqEZ19I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MaZcRn_N94c/s72-c/29-03-08_2115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-5845683715980932583</id><published>2008-04-03T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:26:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again!!!</title><content type='html'>Tagged by cheryl!!Sorry..was a bit late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...depends on when my other half wanna propose to me la..lol(not too late tho..giving birth late is not very wise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you’d take and why?&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Yen Ping&lt;/span&gt;!!She's real tough and fun..I won't have to worry bout where to sleep and what to eat..she will take care of ALL it..She's very organized!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Min Shen&lt;/span&gt;!!Well..I'm sure to panic and her scolding is the only known remedy to counter it..She's sarcastic too..this would be fun!!(but i do wonder if I will panic or will SHE??)LOL&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;!!She's real cheeky..and it would be fun to have someone who MIGHT enjoy being stranded on an island..think of all the adventure and island trekking we could do..(we might not want to be saved!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;Venice!!A place where we have to use a boat as the only means of transport to go almost anywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be more responsible.(so my parents don't have to always worry bout me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Man shall not live by bread alone but by every word from the mouth of God!!So err..I think I might..but its gonna be real tough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;My humility and everything and everyone I care about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Use it to cover my expenses to study law so that I can be a lawyer!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;1. She's straight forwards...speaks her mind..&lt;br /&gt;2.Fun and outgoing-met her only once but she sure leaves marks and footprints in my mind and heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.Have faith in God-trust the Lord with all her heart..(at least that what I gather from all her blog post and others)&lt;br /&gt;*she's has lots of good point la..I just have to take the time to get to know her*hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Love,loyalty and respect.(love for God is most important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;I just dislike..People who wanna control me and people who pretend in front of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;br /&gt;Used to want to but now..NOPE..I'm who I am now because of all those mistakes and trials..Wouldn't change a single thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...don't judge so that ye be not judged!!Should I say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;MOST??God!!!definitely HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Plenty..but if i change than I won't be who I am..But i do wish i can be more responsible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who are the persons that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;Min Shen,Yen Ping, and Soo Yee(used to..she's too busy with her life now-she's going to get married wert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What’s your weakest point?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...weakest??Not very sure..must go ask Yen ping!!(sometimes weakest point can be our strongest point!!So I really AM not sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What’s the thing that you’re most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Being to carry myself this far in life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you think of sarcasm and irony?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I think sarcasm is cool(sometimes)..Irony??Maybe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags&lt;br /&gt;1.Min Shen&lt;br /&gt;2.Yen Ping&lt;br /&gt;3.Ella&lt;br /&gt;4.Felicia&lt;br /&gt;5.Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-5845683715980932583?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5845683715980932583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5845683715980932583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5845683715980932583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5845683715980932583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/04/again.html' title='Again!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-86592622261964455</id><published>2008-03-29T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:11:18.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>I was tag by felicia..some time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?&lt;br /&gt;Depends who the guy is and how much he means to me la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A big poofy dress or a short party dress?&lt;br /&gt;- Neither..I perfer jeans and slacks..easier to move around!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if you received a long love letter?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm..Skip to the end and read the name before i decide whether to read anot..obviously..its a LONG love letter le!!!(my time is precious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Group dates or single dates?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on with who I'm with la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you hate it when guys act different around their friends?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends la..they being nice or being nasty la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are diamonds a girl’s best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope..not for me(this doesn't mean I don't want a diamond ring for my wedding kay??):p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is your hair up or down today?&lt;br /&gt;- up in the afternoon(driving)..and then down at home(when i sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you straighten your hair?&lt;br /&gt;- few times in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite mascara?&lt;br /&gt;- None..couldn't be bothered really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you get your nails done?&lt;br /&gt;- polish them ones in a while..but haven't done that in ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Small or large purses?&lt;br /&gt;- Small..i dun have that much money anyway..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. In your purse, what are your must haves?&lt;br /&gt;- IC,money(duh),L and P lesen,student card(still keeping it-dunno why),coins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Jeans or sweats?&lt;br /&gt;- JEANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you wear clothes/shoes/jewelry that’s uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;- only shoes. high-heels hurts all the time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you text message a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- Getting less and less day after day..dunno why tho..maybe I've cross over..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What would you do if you got pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;- Now??I'll kill myself..after marriage..wait for 9 month..and then feel the "joy" of bringing another life into our corrupted world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What’s your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;- definitely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Heels or flats?&lt;br /&gt;- flats. easy to run..and i can avoid all the pain that comes along after wearing a heels later..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone who doesn't??I'm very emotional..(its my best kept secret!!!)lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you ever leave the house without make-up on?&lt;br /&gt;- Done this almost my whole life!!so yeah..of course I would!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Walmart or Target?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you wear collared shirts?&lt;br /&gt;-Always do..just love wearing them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you like preppy boys?&lt;br /&gt;-Depends on their personality and how they are like la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think lip gloss is the best!?&lt;br /&gt;- Err..NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you own any big sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;- Y would I??Its it the new "IN" thing now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Err..10 min-15 min..somewhere between that time frame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like to wear band-aids?&lt;br /&gt;-Used to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like skater boys?&lt;br /&gt;- Never talk to one before..but their look super cool when they skate..until they err..fall??haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;br /&gt;-Plenty..one long list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Gold or silver?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Silver&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like to receive flowers?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course!!!Don't we all??(I meant the girls)*hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you like surfer boys?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm..like it when they got hit by the BIG BIG waves tho..lol(I sound mean..don't i?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you dress up for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;- Well..I dunno..just maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like to wear dresses?&lt;br /&gt;- Like??no way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. On a scale of 1-10 how much do guys confuse you?&lt;br /&gt;- 7-8 la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. In the last 48 hours have you hung&lt;br /&gt;out with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup..went out with Nicholas..as FRIENDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Would you date a guy shorter than you?&lt;br /&gt;-Err..don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to hold hands?&lt;br /&gt;-Err..depends la with who..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What is the youngest you would date?&lt;br /&gt;-My age!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the oldest you would date?&lt;br /&gt;-Err..depend how old I am at that time la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What do you notice when you first meet a guy?&lt;br /&gt;- His face(eyes and smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Is it hot when guys sweat?&lt;br /&gt;-Err..HELLO!!we are living in Malaysia...EVERYONE SWEAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is the best feature in a guy?&lt;br /&gt;-Best??Personality!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like making eye contact?&lt;br /&gt;-Err..no..I tend to get self-conscious(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Would you kill for chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;-Er..NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Did you ever spend all day/night&lt;br /&gt;getting pretty for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;-Crazy ar??I rather sleep or play with my phone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. On a scale from 1-10 how fun is shopping?&lt;br /&gt;-Depends on who I'm shopping with!!!But in general..maybe a 4 or 5..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you freak out if you miss your favorite show?&lt;br /&gt;- Err..I never freak out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you yell a lot?&lt;br /&gt;-HAHAHA!!!Yup..A LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you wear sweatpants/pajamas to&lt;br /&gt;school/work?&lt;br /&gt;- NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever dressed unlike&lt;br /&gt;yourself to impress a guy?&lt;br /&gt;- Impress a guy??no..not yet anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you write a lot of mushy love&lt;br /&gt;poems?&lt;br /&gt;- mushy no... mostly emotional ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. What makeup could you not live without out?&lt;br /&gt;-Err..seriously..NOTHING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you fall in love easily?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope..just once..others are just..flings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you have cramps?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup..Who doesn't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you think you have the bestest&lt;br /&gt;friendS ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-I don't think..I know I have the bestest friends EVER!!!=) LOVE and MISS them so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;1.Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2.Min Shen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3.Zen-li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;4.Yee Chinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;5.Cheryl Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;6.Yen Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7.Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8.Whoever that read this tag..=)&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/6264894184438065928-86592622261964455?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/86592622261964455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=86592622261964455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/86592622261964455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/86592622261964455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-2426085635586412277</id><published>2008-03-28T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:52:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;I Passed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I Passed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I PASSED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Scream of  JOY??)&lt;br /&gt;(More of sigh of relieve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a few weeks of hard lesson under the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; Blazing Sun(My lessons are usually conducted under the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;).I finally passed my test..I was so disappointed after failing the "on the road" part two weeks ago.I was so tempted to bribe the officers le..(I know..shame on me rite?)But its malu la..all those who went with me and bribed all passed and I fail because I din.Thats what I thought then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I go for another lesson(have to since I err..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;!!!).I actually learn to drive more carefully and I drove all the way to KL!!man..It was awesome!!!When it also turn out that I wasn't that good a driver that I used to think I was..*surprise surprise* But I learned my lesson and NOW I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; a good driver..I passed AND I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt; bribe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;The spoiler!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It came to my attention just yesterday that some of my "friends" actually bet on my err.. "situation"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st bet is whether I would &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is whether I would &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;give in&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bribe or would I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;resist&lt;/span&gt; the temptation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked!!!Such friends!!!And so..I would not waste any more of my time blogging about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;THEM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was...&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is keep myself from meeting with an accident for err....&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; years!!!Haiz..and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt; both don't think I can do it!!I'll just have to prove it to them then!!I'm very sure I can..As long as both of them are not in the same car as me when I'm driving..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still super happy and no one(not even them) can change my mind on the confidence I going to have when I drive. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-2426085635586412277?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/2426085635586412277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=2426085635586412277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2426085635586412277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2426085635586412277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-passed.html' title='I passed!!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-286905486303400793</id><published>2008-03-24T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:42:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>What Major is right for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="heading18"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                  &lt;td class="txtNormal14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You scored as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="heading14Bold"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                  &lt;td class="txtNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Human Resources Management or Business Management, or related majors (e.g., Entrepreneurship, Hospitality, International Business, Leadership, Public Administration, Industrial-Organizational (I-O) Psychology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Excellent minors for HR/Business majors include: Psychology, Sociology, or other areas of business like Economics, Finance, or Marketing. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                                   &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td&gt;                               &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                                                                    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            HR/BusinessManagement                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="94"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            PoliticalScience/Philosophy                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="88"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            History/Anthropology/LiberalArts                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="81"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            English/Journalism/Comm                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="69"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Accounting/Finance/Marketing                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Religion/Theology                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Education/Counseling                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="63"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            French/Spanish/OtherLanguage                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="44"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Psychology/Sociology                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="38"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Mathematics/Statistics                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="31"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;31%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Physics/Engineering/Computer                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="25"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Visual&amp;amp;PerformingArts                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="13"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                            Biology/Chemistry/Geology                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="6"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I'm sure most of you guys know that my ambition is to be a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..but surprisingly.. business management did cross my mind..but I din give it much thought because I mean-how to manage business when i cant even manage myself..lol..If my major can be the 2nd,3rd or5th..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite(it totally ROCKS!!).I like the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;past&lt;/span&gt; better than the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;future&lt;/span&gt;..well,the world then was not corrupted yet!!!lol I love&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..Especially with the election that has just passed!!!I'm sure of what I want but at least this test give me other options &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; I actually fail in achieving it!!But failure is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; an option for me(thats what my dad told me)..I better start paying attention to my studies now!!(As if..lol)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..you can try it out yourself if u want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick..so I'll go take my medicine and rest..(if not my mom will come after me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-286905486303400793?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/286905486303400793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=286905486303400793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/286905486303400793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/286905486303400793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-5088740812582051837</id><published>2008-03-23T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:36:55.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends..are all of them real??</title><content type='html'>How many times have you put hope in your friends and they let you down??&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been in pain and they were never close to comfort you??&lt;br /&gt;How many times have they lied straight to your face??&lt;br /&gt;How many times have promises been broken?&lt;br /&gt;How many friends really do care??&lt;br /&gt;How many really do care if you're hurt by them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend hurt you the 1st time..their fault..&lt;br /&gt;If they hurt you the second time..YOUR fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know that they couldn't care less when they hurt you the 1st time..what makes you think they will give a damn when they hurt you the second time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys know who you are..At least I hope you do..Then maybe you guys will treat me with a bit of care??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tough!!I'm bloody weak and sensitive..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident!!I'm been insecure my whole life!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not stupid!!I know you know you've hurt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for a bloody apology!!I just wanna let it out so that at least you guys will treat me as a human being that actually normal!!!If you can't..then maybe it time for us to both move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody pissed that I don't even know what I'm talking about here anymore!!I think I'll go sleep..Goodness..tomorrow is going to be a long day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-5088740812582051837?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5088740812582051837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5088740812582051837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5088740812582051837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5088740812582051837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendsare-all-of-them-real.html' title='Friends..are all of them real??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3823107351799386412</id><published>2008-03-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:54:46.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taggy tag tag..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;→ Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you / or italic&lt;br /&gt;.→ Bold the best that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MONTH : FEBRUARY : Abstract thoughts. Love reality and abstract. &lt;em&gt;Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. peramental.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Quiet, shy and humble. Honest&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;loyal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Determine to reach goals.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Loves freedom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rebellious when restricted. Loves agrresiveness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry easily but does not show it. &lt;strong&gt;Dislike unnecessary things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Love making new friends but does not show it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Daring and stubborn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambitious. &lt;/em&gt;Realises dreams and hopes. &lt;em&gt;Sharp. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside but not outside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superstitious and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ludicrous. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spendthrift. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTHS LIST:JANUARY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy.Quiet unless excited or tensed.Rather reserved.Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY:Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. &lt;em&gt;Intelligent and clever.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Changing personality&lt;/em&gt;. Attractive. &lt;em&gt;Sexy&lt;/em&gt;.peramental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH:Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic . Loves to dream Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE:Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Sexy. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY:Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood (I think sometimes). Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings.Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt . Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.Guides others physically and mentally.Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally.Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked.Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST:Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER:Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER:Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER:Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Is able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER:Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the people that i want to tag are already tagged by others. so nevermind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-3823107351799386412?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3823107351799386412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3823107351799386412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3823107351799386412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3823107351799386412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/taggy-tag-tag.html' title='taggy tag tag..'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-9042557984483786945</id><published>2008-03-13T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:44:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;→ Pick your birth month.&lt;br /&gt;→ Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Bold the best that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;→ Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months&lt;br /&gt;→ Tag 5 people from your friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll just italic those that doesn't apply to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Attractive and affectionate to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Strong mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Loves attention.&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Am I?&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diplomatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Consoling, friendly and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;solves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;people's problems. Brave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fearless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Adventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Loving and caring.&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Suave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Aggressive. Hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Moving. Motivates oneself and&lt;/span&gt; others. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sickness usually of the head and chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I have to ask HIM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MONTHS LIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;JANUARY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy.Quiet unless excited or tensed.Rather reserved.Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FEBRUARY:Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy.Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MARCH:Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;APRIL:Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;MAY:Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic . Loves to dream Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;JUNE:Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Sexy. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;JULY:Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood (I think sometimes). Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings.Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt . Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.Guides others physically and mentally.Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally.Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked.Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;AUGUST:Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SEPTEMBER:Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;OCTOBER:Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NOVEMBER:Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Is able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DECEMBER:Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I'm getting to know myself even better!!!Lots of bad traits and i feel a bit perasan(just a bit la)..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yee Chinn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yen Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the bully&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6264894184438065928-9042557984483786945?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/9042557984483786945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=9042557984483786945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/9042557984483786945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/9042557984483786945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/pick-your-birth-month_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7215219210551128082</id><published>2008-03-13T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:41:12.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind of change in Malaysia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nicholas was so right..agree with ya totally!!!got part of this from him too..enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As quoted by Lim Kit Siang earlier in his &lt;a href="http://blog.limkitsiang.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, political tsunami in general election.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The &lt;abbr title="The People of Malaysia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rakyat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt; has demonstrated the &lt;abbr title="People's Power"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makkal Shakti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt; which saw the fall of 4 other states to the hands of the Opposition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penang, Selangor, Kedah and Perak have all fallen to the Barisan Rakyat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, which consist of the three main opposition parties, DAP, PKR and PAS. Not having to mention that Barisan Nasional has also once again failed to wrestle control of Kelantan from PAS, which has ruled the state for 18 years.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The result was definitely exciting at first, seeing DAP-PKR-PAS toppling the ruling coalition in several state and parliamentary seats like &lt;em&gt;dominos&lt;/em&gt;. However it soon became abit scary as they just can’t seem to stop winning!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;82 parliamentary seats&lt;/u&gt;. That was the total amount of seats occupied by the Barisan Rakyat now. A slap in the face for Pak Lah? An outcome of their arrogance, Barisan Nasional has been in power for so long that they have forgotten about their grass root support, the people. In terms of State Assemblies, Barisan Rakyat wrestled control of some 196 seats. Their biggest win ever since 1969.Definitely a wind of change..but all this happen because God allowed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teresa Kok enjoyed a &lt;u&gt;record breaking win&lt;/u&gt; in the Seputeh parliamentary seat. Much thanks to the &lt;a href="http://teresakok.com/2008/03/03/protest-against-sexist-caricature-bill-board/"&gt;personal attacks&lt;/a&gt; launched by Carol Chew, her BN opponent earlier in the week perhaps? 36,000 votes difference. That, is total &lt;em&gt;ownage&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prime Minister, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Dato Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; managed to secure his Kepala Batas seat by an 11,000 votes difference(which is not much-he's the prime minister le..the majority was so low!!) whereas &lt;strong&gt;Deputy Prime Minister, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Dato Seri Najib Tun Razak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; also enjoyed victory in Pekan. &lt;strong&gt;Education Minister, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Dato Seri Hishammuddin Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; secured victory as well and so did &lt;strong&gt;UMNO Youth Deputy Chief&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Khairy Jamaluddin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who is also the son-in-law of the Prime Minister in Rembau after a recount.(I personally dislike Khairi alot!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although Barisan Nasional has crossed the simple majority of 112 parliamentary seats to be able to form the next government, &lt;u&gt;the loss of their 2/3 majority&lt;/u&gt; and 4 other states will definitely serve as a very BIG wake up call to the ruling coalition and to also re-evaluate their leadership.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As quoted by MCA President, Datuk Ong Ka Ting, “&lt;em&gt;The results are shocking because there are several states which BN has lost. However, MCA accepts the decision of the voters because it is their right&lt;/em&gt;,” and further added that they will do a detailed study on the defeat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the side note, our Subang Jaya DUN candidate, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah Yeoh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has outbattled her BN opponent, Ong Chong Swen&lt;/u&gt; for the seat, with a difference of 13,000 votes.&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loh Gwo Burne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has also managed to wrestle the Kelana Jaya parliamentary seat&lt;/u&gt; from MCA’s Lee Hwa Beng and Independent Billie Lim, winning with a 5,000+ votes difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when people like Lee Hwa Beng and Sharizat made those kind of speech that only a sore loser would make..its really an embarassment..Lee Hwa Beng is a christian somemore..haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And while everyone is open to the idea of a new ruling party in some state..in Perak..The sultan has allowed a christian to be the leader but was strongly oppased by the PAS..ca they(PKR,DAP,PAS) really work together??or will there be more trouble??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But a friend did say something i find important..our country definitely can't get any worse than the state were in..And so..we just sit back and see what the Barisan Rakyat can do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the bully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-7215219210551128082?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-637709381851036464</id><published>2008-03-11T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:16:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do care..</title><content type='html'>Here it goes..I do care bout my friends.If I don't stay in contact or call and chat with them as often as I used to doesn't mean that I forget bout them la.We hardly see each other...each busy with our own life..so please don't blame me for not wanting to go out..we've grown apart..And so obviously, I'm gonna be talking bout and spending my friends that I actually spend more time with la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't sms anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't reply anymore??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on..I really dunno what to say!!But I do keep in contact..with some of you guys..stop sms-ing and saying I abandon old friends when I have new ones..thats hurting and very unfair!!I do go for lunch with some of you..just not every week!!I'm a lazy person.its not like the first day you guys know me wert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if I don't go to college doesn't mean I'm beside my phone 24/7 mah..I actually spend less and less time near my phone..REALLY!!!I do remember you guys birthdays la(except kimi) but I really sorry..and its NOT because of it was close to one of my church friends birthday k?It was Chinese new year la..I was not even around la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes..U guys will see me on wednesday!!I'm no coward!!I might be a bit late though..I'm don't think I'm going to College..so please stop telling me that that one is bad..the other is worse and things k??I'll definitely keep in touch..I promise..Scout honours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly..Happy birthday Jessie..My dearest cousin..I miss her so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Yen ping is coming back tomorrow!!!Yahoo!!!!!=) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-637709381851036464?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/637709381851036464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=637709381851036464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/637709381851036464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do u react when some one u love actually told u that??Do u break now in tears??Jump up with joy??Do u just stared at that person with a blank look??or Do u get too speechless because you were too&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bloody hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;angry??(like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout at him:"Is by not letting me into your world a way to show me that I'm your everything??By losing your temper with me??By behaving like a spoiled kid??By keeping all your burden to yourself??By &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lying&lt;/span&gt; to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I just said-I feel honoured and happy.(I din actually lie..I just withheld a part of the truth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I wouldn't wanna hurt the person I love just because the person did the same thing to me.An eye for an eye is not my motto..maybe it just doesn't apply to him!!Well..I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now when I actually think back..If he din say it to me..I would not feel so uneasy now!!I just don't feel that what he say was true!!!So I actually made myself miserable!!So &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; me..eunice o eunice..don't think so much and go and sleep la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I'll go lie down..but before that..happy birthday Hannah(in advanced).. We(me,zen,daniel,min shen,joanna,shirley, and melannie) got her a cell phone..she was so happy that she was actually close to tears!!!Glad that she was so happy..and wanna wish her all the best too in her exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout the question..later la..reseach not quite done yet!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-7721948601841832059?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7721948601841832059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7721948601841832059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7721948601841832059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7721948601841832059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/blown-away.html' title='Blown away??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6396371830920120834</id><published>2008-03-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:24:20.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confused..yet satisfied!!</title><content type='html'>Feeling bored??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Blog la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Blog la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling angry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Blog la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Blog la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what most of my friends tell me after they know that I have a blog!!!What happen to all the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;come tell me,I will listen??&lt;br /&gt; or&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here if u need a friend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nicholas is hiding something and I think he's in trouble. He just won't tell me..I'm really worried..how can he ask me to let HIM into my life when HE won't let me into his??Say that its not my burden to carry..if he won't even talk to me on the phone then something is really wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the alpha course on Wednesday..And Uncle Ken said something that really caught my attention..here a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is God/Jesus solid or transparent??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The answer is HE is solid..We humans are the transparent ones..We always think that we are solid and Jesus can walk through walls because He's transparent..But Jesus is the only solid around and thats is why Jesus can walk through us and through walls..everything else is transparent or we can say that they're actually NOT THERE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout min shen's question on where does God come from..I'll explain in my next post..night people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully!!&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/6264894184438065928-6396371830920120834?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6396371830920120834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6396371830920120834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6396371830920120834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6396371830920120834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-confusedyet-satisfied.html' title='I&apos;m confused..yet satisfied!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1368587383838220570</id><published>2008-03-01T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:17:52.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Goner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;yes. i'm a goner. look at me. been lazy since God knows when. honestly i havent been paying much of attention on studies the whole of last year and the fact that im realy really lazy makes it worse. people dont really see how much i didnt care bout my studies. i havent really been caring much bout my studies. i need to make much more effort. please wish me the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-1368587383838220570?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-2046418912509351436</id><published>2008-02-19T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:06:52.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R u sure that word exist??&lt;br /&gt;( by Nicholas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not really good in typing and is terribly slow when it comes to typing..maybe its just so not in me la..And I actually did it during valentine day..A day which lovers celebrate they're love(not to say I have a boyfriend or anything) and I have to work!!Wow..what a day to work eh??Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I got for valentine..&lt;br /&gt;1. 11 white roses.&lt;br /&gt;2.A box of chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;3.A bottle of purfume.&lt;br /&gt;4.A packet of chocolates(from zen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant write anymore..for the pass few days..I tried to blog but I just end up staring at the screen and then I would just off it..Usually I can just write a crap of something or anything but now I just can't.Maybe it time for me to actually hang up the keyboard..(people who write,hang up their pen..so obviously people who type,hang up their keyboard la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-2046418912509351436?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/2046418912509351436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=2046418912509351436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2046418912509351436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/2046418912509351436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine..'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3404311854583758434</id><published>2008-02-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T23:11:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a kiss??</title><content type='html'>We were chatting as usual,&lt;br /&gt;And than at that one moment,&lt;br /&gt;You gave what you insist was just a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;But my lips said otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;And to my heart’s surprise,&lt;br /&gt;That moment of total bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Was more than just a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a kiss can't make my heart ache,&lt;br /&gt;Just a kiss can't make me fall,&lt;br /&gt;Just a kiss can't make my whole world shake,&lt;br /&gt;But your kiss did it all,&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to know love's mysteries,&lt;br /&gt;But baby, I know this..&lt;br /&gt;When you touched your lips to mine,&lt;br /&gt;It was more than just a kiss..&lt;br /&gt;Definitely..more than just a kiss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-3404311854583758434?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3404311854583758434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3404311854583758434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3404311854583758434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3404311854583758434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-kiss.html' title='Just a kiss??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3083267125374641698</id><published>2008-02-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:46:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lost Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and why is it,&lt;br /&gt;that i just look at your picture&lt;br /&gt;over &amp;amp; over&lt;br /&gt;again &amp;amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of the short conversation&lt;br /&gt;fifty times a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;to just once again have you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really that much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;is it really that hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of pretending&lt;br /&gt;that i don't love you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of saying,&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the truth really is,&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;because i lost someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-3083267125374641698?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3083267125374641698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3083267125374641698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3083267125374641698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3083267125374641698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lost-someone-like-you_13.html' title='I Lost Someone Like You'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7652847309807391033</id><published>2008-02-13T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:13:55.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradisional or Modern??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;None of you are allowed to marry before the age of 30!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by my father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,my mom,Eric,Elsie and me were counting our angpao money..Took quite a long time and after a while,we were done counting..(won't tell u how much I got..I already have to belanja Xiang Ping and Zen because of my big mouth!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..after that my dad came into the room(we were in his room)..and my mom was telling us about one of our cousin who got married overseas before notifying his parents..so she say that we should never do that..or she would disown us..so serious rite?(especially to my brother-reason because THAT cousin is a boy) haha..good thing all my cousins who are girls are all quite well behave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,my dad suddenly came out with that statement up there..my brother and I were like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not saying that I'm eager to get married or wanna get married) Just the point that he say something like that is just too much la..I mean marriage comes when the time is right..There are many factors to consider mah..like  feelings..kids..careers..get it??I mean u can't actually tell your boyfriend who propose to u when you're 26 that U can only get married after 30..rite?(he would be crushed and so would I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he explain that once people(especially females) get married..they're career can't really go any higher..because they have to care for family and they're husbands..and so he wants US to get our career stabilized first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom say that 30 is too late to have kids d..not safe..and my brother say that he din say that he wan kids also..I just kept quiet..smart le..and then my fon rang..and I quickly used it as a excuse to leave the room..end of discussion!!*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I really dun wanna get married at 30 la..so old d..rather stay single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6264894184438065928-7652847309807391033?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7652847309807391033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7652847309807391033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7652847309807391033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7652847309807391033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/tradisional-or-modern.html' title='Tradisional or Modern??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4041179285978499970</id><published>2008-02-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:17:07.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday,partner!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZEN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R7Q_L53BusI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_5WayaIoQFU/s1600-h/31-12-07_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R7Q_L53BusI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_5WayaIoQFU/s320/31-12-07_2249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166824146243533506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is Zen's picture...Sorry dear..but I cant find any other than this..tot I should let ya be the only one in the pic..and I dun have a decent picture of u which is only u alone..so please forgive me..Anyway speaking of being wiser and not blurer..I think u can do it just that U need lots of time and most important of all..U must wanna do it la..But ur actually quite clever d wert..I'm serious..How OLD are u again??:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed birthday darling and love ya lots..xoxoxo.. :-)&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/6264894184438065928-4041179285978499970?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4041179285978499970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=4041179285978499970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4041179285978499970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4041179285978499970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthdaypartner.html' title='Happy Birthday,partner!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R7Q_L53BusI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_5WayaIoQFU/s72-c/31-12-07_2249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3213936631675958408</id><published>2008-02-05T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:21:36.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wanna do is find a way back into love.</title><content type='html'>I've just watch the movie Music and Lyrics last night.I know it very late but I am was a very busy busy person last year mah..but thats not important..I like the movie but I like the song "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Way back into love&lt;/span&gt;" even more..As some of you guys know..I'm going through a tough times  now and I felt this song just sort of  connect with me and said what I've wanted to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is just like&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; music&lt;/span&gt;..In music..we have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;melodies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lyrics&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lets just put it this way..music is like a person..melodies are they're physical self and lyrics is their soul..melodies is the first thing that attracts us..like the first thing we see in the opposite sex that attracts us..and usually after that dating and hagging around comes in and we get to know the person better which is the lyrics..the one things that keeps us interested..something that charms us and the more we read..the more we love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-3213936631675958408?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3213936631675958408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3213936631675958408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/3213936631675958408'/><link rel='self' 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height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr width="100%" unselectable="on" height="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" background="" height="250" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont ya feel so low at times and that you dont know how to tell others what you're feeling? i do, always. and sometimes i feel so small and the world's too big for me. life ain't that hard but i always make it seem harder and harder. i'm trying. trying my best to enjoy what i have and forget bout what i dont have. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, would like to thank - eunice, min shen and hannah for the watch. its nice :) thanks guys. love you all! its an early pressie for me cos i wont be seeing eunice and hannah next week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohh im getting sleepy. just a short one here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;the blurgirl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on" 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href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='thanks guys :)'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-3878097425638718215</id><published>2008-01-31T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:12:11.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!!!I finally have my own 'New Moon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought IT last Wednesday while shopping with Ella in Piramid..So happy la..Now my next goal is 'Eclipse' since I already own the 1st book which is 'Twilight'.Though theres a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; hole in my wallet now but IT was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; definitely &lt;/span&gt;worth it..And here's how it look like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R6AZFEcdRrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4XiR3EuatHM/s1600-h/lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R6AZFEcdRrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4XiR3EuatHM/s320/lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161152747849729714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pride and joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love Edward Cullen.Such a handsome vampire..And because he's a vampire..he is a much more attractive guy compared to other character..Jake is not bad but Edward is so in love with Bella(a human),that he's not willing to bite or kill her..He's not even willing to change her into a vampire when pleaded by her many times.She wants to be with him to be a vampire and he doesn't want her soul damaged..such love..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you.I will never be able to tell u how &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; I am.I will owe you the rest of my..existence.'Edward said this to his rival-a werewolf le..A vampire with feelings of gratitude..now thats very rare...some human dun even have that in them..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;SHAME&lt;/span&gt;  on us la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if someone actually told you,you taste good??Wait..Is there such complement to begin with??Anyway..The worst part is that you realise that it was said by a vampire and a to be werewolf..What would you do??Would you scream your lungs out or just be brave enough to say 'Thank you' for the complement?Bella stood still and just thanked them le..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Salute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R6Abd0cdRsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eRt4cZsBqqA/s1600-h/pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R6Abd0cdRsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eRt4cZsBqqA/s320/pl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161155372074747586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me holding my 'new moon' next to my heart!!Love IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;reasons&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;logics&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing how can a vampire(dead person) fall in love with a human??they are supposed to love blood..humans have tonnes of them wert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..can the saying&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;love conquer everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be true??=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-3878097425638718215?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3878097425638718215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=3878097425638718215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-913161970124061415</id><published>2008-01-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:39:36.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin hunting..</title><content type='html'>I was so free that I started looking for blogskins..after being taught by Diyana on how to change blogskins..it was hard teaching me le..really!!!But i survive..and learn something new..And so here are the few I find quite interesting..or relates to my life lots..&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://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R5824EcdRiI/AAAAAAAAADc/yh4I6qVpLzU/s1600-h/119296_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R5824EcdRiI/AAAAAAAAADc/yh4I6qVpLzU/s320/119296_tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160904034883552802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too colourful for my liking(I'm a dark person) but&lt;br /&gt;Hannah would love this man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589PUcdRlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2TaLnma2PEc/s1600-h/146010_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589PUcdRlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2TaLnma2PEc/s320/146010_tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160911031385278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need I say more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589UEcdRmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/25BF8SFoYXE/s1600-h/he+took+my+heart+with+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589UEcdRmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/25BF8SFoYXE/s320/he+took+my+heart+with+him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160911112989656674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He took my heart away and leave me&lt;br /&gt;lost and heartbroken..How I hate and love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589fEcdRoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/J3sN9GeOasg/s1600-h/true+friendship+never+ends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589fEcdRoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/J3sN9GeOasg/s320/true+friendship+never+ends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160911301968217730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too simple for my liking but i like&lt;br /&gt;that line though..I would do anything for her&lt;br /&gt;because we r besties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589ZkcdRnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YS6aX18w-Ro/s1600-h/rainbow...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R589ZkcdRnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YS6aX18w-Ro/s320/rainbow...jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160911207478937202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I will be able to see a rainbow in my&lt;br /&gt;miserable life soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R59CWkcdRpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O4qrJBaK2To/s1600-h/128662_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R59CWkcdRpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O4qrJBaK2To/s320/128662_tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160916653497468562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zen would love this..chocolates are her life!!rite Zen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R59CbEcdRqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/78haIGy_dOY/s1600-h/sing+wif+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R59CbEcdRqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/78haIGy_dOY/s320/sing+wif+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160916730806879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like singing la..so sing with me..=)&lt;br /&gt;don't believe ask zen,min shen or hannah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now..I'm tired and sick la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ONGKIM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ONGKIM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-913161970124061415?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/913161970124061415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=913161970124061415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/913161970124061415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/913161970124061415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogskin-hunting.html' title='Blogskin hunting..'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R5824EcdRiI/AAAAAAAAADc/yh4I6qVpLzU/s72-c/119296_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7415284475843585911</id><published>2008-01-30T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:16:12.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st driving lesson..</title><content type='html'>My 1st driving lesson was on Monday..the teacher(forgot to ask his name-too nervous d kua) drove me too Putra Height to learn driving..He explain the seven things that I have to checked before starting to drive..which are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Adjust the driver seat till I'm comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;2.Checked all three mirrors(the two side mirror and the middle one).&lt;br /&gt;3.Checked the gear so that they are 'bebas'(means not in any gear la).&lt;br /&gt;4.Checked the breks(leg and the hand one)&lt;br /&gt;5.Checked the signal to left and right and the wipers are all in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;6.Checked the hazard light.(make sure it lights up)&lt;br /&gt;7.Checked the hon.(make sure it sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he taught me how to change gears(with the engine off la)..from 1 to R and R to 1..I tried till i could do it without looking then we started the engines.I have to change the gear without moving the car.I fail many times..(the changing of gear 1 to 2 was tough),others was okay la..Then later we took a spin with me driving..nice and I liked it..left turning was okay..but if we turn right(usually to the other side of the road) I'll stop then I usually kill the engine(not on purpose..just din get the timing right).Later I was taught to make U-turns and I sucked at it..the teacher even laugh at me saying 'how r u going to U-turn when u only turn the wheels like that??turn all the way la'..swt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to go home..I stop the car and was about to get out(I thought he was going to drive me home mah)..but no..he ask me to drive home..I was like OMG..OMG..OMG..Its was so scary and embarassing la..I accidentally kill the engines so many times and people behind me were cursing and hon-ing me..goodness..I was so glad when I got home..*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next lesson is Saturday..hope it turns out well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-7415284475843585911?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7415284475843585911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7415284475843585911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7415284475843585911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7415284475843585911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-driving-lesson.html' title='1st driving lesson..'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-9101945133046957255</id><published>2008-01-29T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:53:23.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" background="" height="250" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i learnt a lot yesterday. just in one day, many things hit me in the mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister borrowed a dvd called The Secret. yeah bet you're thinking it's a movie but no it's a documentary in case you havent heard of it, its as long as a movie. a documentary on the human mind. its all about the way you think, like you need to put ur thoughts in a more positive way and how negative thoughts affect you. that sort of thing. its quite relevant to us. maybe hard to apply sometimes but stay as positive as we can. it tells that you'll get more of the things that attract into your mind. the more you think of those negative things, the more you'll get it and you'll think that it's really bad, but in actual fact it isnt that bad but the mind attracts it so much that you'll get more of it. basically the whole thing tells us bout focusing on what you want rather than what you dont have. and erm being grateful for the things you got. oh and we should start our day feeling thankful for everything and not start off grumpily cos we've to get up early. guess it'll make ur day brighter. they ellaborated more but can't remember most of it cos i was almost falling asleep. and i was kinda blur i didn understand some parts cos i was feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;blurgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-9101945133046957255?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/9101945133046957255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=9101945133046957255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;Its just like drinking a cup of icy cold water,&lt;br /&gt;And then taking forever for the the water drank to turn into warm tears.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feel like being lonely?&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness is because of missing who?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like being in pain?&lt;br /&gt;And pain is because trying to forget who?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like trying to forget someone?&lt;br /&gt;Its like admiring a cruel beauty,&lt;br /&gt;And later using a very,very soft voice telling ourselves to face IT with courage..&lt;br /&gt;Do u know how that feels like?&lt;br /&gt;If you do..You know the pain I'm going through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-5282426600907688705?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' 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When a slow song comes on the radio,whose face comes to Ur mind first? When u hear Ur phone ringing who do u hope is calling? Whose name makes your heart skip a beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all this question comes to mind..The person would be without a doubt Nicholas..Do I have make it any clearer??Its so easy to withold  the truth from other but yet so hard to keep my heart from beating at normal pace every time I talk to him..and he knows it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If I know what love is,its because of him..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it true that we never forget our 1st love??and thats the reason why I still miss him..or do I really still like him?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its feel like we're going through a big fight than the fact that we broke up..I like talking to him..He understands me..to him,I'm like a piece of white paper..Its scary at times because I can't keep anything to myself..Valentine is just around the corner..I got so used to the fact that he'll be celebrating with me..I wonder how am I gonna go through that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i supposed to face the fact that I'm wrong and stop myself from being wrong anymore??Or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-8623485653221234809?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/8623485653221234809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=8623485653221234809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/8623485653221234809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/8623485653221234809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-up-your-mind.html' title='Make up your mind!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7066442849856284210</id><published>2008-01-27T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:03:02.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I can always come clean..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; is commitment with no expiry date..coated by Eric Foreman from HOUSE.Having a relationship is nothing,commiting to one is the real deal.This is so true!!Having a boyfriend once in a while might seem cool but how sure are we that the person is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;THE ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;??Some may give the excuse of "we try on shoes before buying them right??"Yes we do..but we are dealing with real life people,living things with feeling.How do we keep up with the commitment??Its either we couldn't keep up with it or the other person can't.Very few can make the commitment going for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how some people can enjoy jumping from one partner to another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.I can't commit for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;long..I hate commitment..Which make me a bloody hypocrite..I don't like what some people are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;doing yet i myself am doing just that..just that its not so much to the opposite sex..I complain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;bout how people are treating me but yet I never ask myself bout how am i treating others.I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;really know how to deal with people,especially those that I care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;To me,every relationship leave something in you..I'm not sure what but trust me it does.An attitude,a character or just anything.. A new character is born in you to help cover those pain and when too many are present..You lose who you used to be in the 1st place..you're a new person who has more pain than happiness inside yourself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My school teacher,Pn Ong once told my mom.(in form 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:Eunice is real matured girl who cares for others more than she does herself.I like her alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When my mom told me this I was over the moon for I like her alot too..and we share the same surname too..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Then 3 years later,she meet my mom again(in form 4) and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;:"Eunice is no longer who I used to know..She's not happy kid anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;When my mom told me this,I cried for I dunno whats going on..with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;And now..how many of my friends really know me??or do they know me as of who I present to them..its hard to take off a mask when you have been wearing it for such a long time and hardly know when you started putting it up..and that not the hardest part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;what if people don't like what they see and much prefer the lies??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Can I come clean??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;(Don't really feel like one now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-7066442849856284210?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7066442849856284210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7066442849856284210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7066442849856284210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7066442849856284210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wish-i-can-always-come-clean.html' title='I wish I can always come clean..'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1610791719690926651</id><published>2008-01-22T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:24:32.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!!</title><content type='html'>-Bold the statements that are true for you.&lt;br /&gt;-Italicise the statements that you wish are true.&lt;br /&gt;-Leave the fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;-Then, tag 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to shop.(only if their sports stuff or books)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone.(I just dislike)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would die for my best friend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I think Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with girls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with boys.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.(depends)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick things up with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant pastime.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I am an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags go to&lt;br /&gt;Ella&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Yee Chinn&lt;br /&gt;Ginny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Bored!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1395695491369581451</id><published>2008-01-19T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:48:18.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by people with no life..haha</title><content type='html'>5 things found in my bag&lt;br /&gt;-a blue colour G2 gel pen,grape flavour sweets,my kindney size mp3,chronicles of Narnia(the last battle) and some coins.(i dun like to keep coins in my wallet so i just throw them in the bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;-My ic,some fifty and ten dolar notes(I'm not rich,I just safe alot..lol),My guitar picks(real soft and medium),some coins(i dunno how they got there),Trigger's picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room&lt;br /&gt;My bed(hardly left its side since January),My jewel box(no comment),my guitar(actually spend more time with it now),my book cupboard(all my favourite books),my pillow(can't sleep without it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I always wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;Tour around the world,strangle min shen(haven't had the heart to do it yet-haha),have a real conversation with min shen(hard since she's so busy or one of us will be pissed before it even started),beat Nicholas in a badminton match and give Pn Teo a piece of my mind(never got the courage to do it and can't do it d-I'm out of the school already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I'm currently into&lt;br /&gt;Trigger,HOUSE(I'm up to season 3 already..lol),American idol(season 7),Ghost whisperer and finally trying to make myself &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;smile &lt;/span&gt;more(its HARD,I frown more!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out the top 4 presents you wish for&lt;br /&gt;A real dog(those brown and white kind),A new handphone(sony ericsson-W910i or W580i),a new laptop(sony and with all the internet connection),CSI(Las Vegas-season 6 and 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged you is: Ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;She is real nice and is just as playful as me,loves to chat but serious and caring when friends have problems,real hardworking and super smart,humble and honest,appreciates her friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most memorable thing she has done to you&lt;br /&gt;Was with me when I was having some problem with my girlfriends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes my lover, you will&lt;br /&gt;still play pranks on her and enjoy watching her get pranked by me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be&lt;br /&gt;She saying bad things bout *ahem* AGAIN and telling me that its so not worth my time and effort.(She will not say it again so its okay-haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the quiz to 5 people&lt;br /&gt;Min Shen&lt;br /&gt;Zenli&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Chong&lt;br /&gt;Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-1395695491369581451?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1395695491369581451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=1395695491369581451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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finally start to work already!!!Can u believe it??I still can't!!!As a receptionist in Sunway College some more..I must be crazy(I can't really socialize with people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is probably bad cause I have to up by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to go to auntie siok ping house.(my dad got  to leave the house at 630am)Haiz..then when I was there I had to go for a morning walk with her too.(But i didn't..thanks to Rebekah-i mean i went for a walk but not with her la).Then i bathe and ate breakfast and the horror-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach Sunway College at around 845am..We went to the office..and everyone looked at me cause I came in with the head of the department(auntie siok ping)-awkward laaaa!Anyway..Theresa(her secretary) show me around and told me what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;which are-&lt;br /&gt;1.make sure the tables are &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; clean.&lt;br /&gt;2.checked the meeting room.&lt;br /&gt;3.record down if student wanna borrow games.(there was even a guitar on rent-I played with my partner and we made quite some noise-during the staff's lunch break la)&lt;br /&gt;4.make sure all the chairs in the SSD(student service department) are all there(none lost or stolen la)&lt;br /&gt;5.And many many more la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to all the staff..&lt;br /&gt;There was..&lt;br /&gt;-Max(really helpful and make my day easier to go through.Thank God..^^)&lt;br /&gt;-Jeremy(really funny and like to tease everyone in the department and like to flirt with students..ahem!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Bee Fong(She's very nice but&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; she's&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the one giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me all the hard work-wrapping presents(thank God I learn while wrapping christmas presents just last year,got upstairs to carry 100 crystal paper clip,and unpacked some orientation stuff)&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TIRED LA!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kean(A real gentleman!!!good looking too..lol)&lt;br /&gt;-Judith(din talk to her much but she's nice la)&lt;br /&gt;And Terence,Vincent,MengWei and Joelin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing bout this department is that they are all very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FRIENDLY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!And I actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt; more compared to any other day.(I used to frown-a habit)..But at there I really smile alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my whole day is not all work la..my friends studying there came and chatted with me and I went and have lunch with SzeHui. I saw Russell,Su Woei,Alvin,Wei Jun..They were so SHOCKED to see me there(especially Russell and Su Woei)They were going to sign up for freshy night..(Hope Russell get to become the freshy King)We catch up alot and made plans to go out together..YAHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Carmen at the cafeteria with Sean..They were so bored that they asked if there anything for them to do.I told them to sign up as student helper..and they wanna know bout the pays and the working hours and what are the percentage that they will get hired..goodness..How am I supposed to know??I'm not the one in charged also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home around 6pm..was very tired..skip dinner and went to sleep at 7 something..Woke up at 10 something with my whole body aching..good thing &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Trigger&lt;/span&gt; was around to comfort me..so its was sort of bearable la..its almost 2 in the morning d..time to sleep..good night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/6264894184438065928-6847323967577563434?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6847323967577563434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6847323967577563434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6847323967577563434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6847323967577563434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/manits-tough.html' title='Man..its tough!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7948139217817896302</id><published>2008-01-16T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:40:20.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all coming back to me now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R4y11xP7rFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nHRsAdfK3B8/s1600-h/a-000038-tn-000654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R4y11xP7rFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nHRsAdfK3B8/s320/a-000038-tn-000654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155695608790232146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy lin (hot or not??)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Why don't you have the courage to tell the one you love that u love her??It makes things simple and the series will end faster!!Save us lots of time and energy.But your looks actually make it worth watching.Getting tongue tied and acting stupid when she's around but still wanna act cool!!Why are all guys so stupid and egoistic??And why must the girl still love him(after him being the total jerk)??I know that the reason why they have this series in the 1st place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; What have I done today??I woke up around 11am and then watch HOUSE.Then spend a part of the afternoon helping Shirley with add math.Then I spend the rest of my time in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;facebook&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.I was doing a few quizzes on harry  potter and twilight..but I cant really answer most of the question(i meant twilight)..the question were tough and really very precise..I din even managed to get some of the harry potter's correctlyI try my best to improve my ranking globally by answering more questions correctly than others..And I actually start reading the books all over again so that I can take the quizzes and answer them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I joined a book club and realise that there are really lots of books which are quite nice out there.. I click through some of the book club members and found out that there are really alot of book lovers in Malaysia after all..it doesn't matter if its romance,action,mystery,comedy,fantasy or bloody..as long as its a book then we can talk..we even message each other to tell each other bout the latest book and to argue bout HARRY POTTER!!This is fun but since I have to use my brain which is kinda rusty now..I get super tired easily and annoyed when I can't get the right word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even joined a harry potter magic spells application!!I get to cast spells on others and gain point to win the house cup..but its kind of lame(especially the way u earn/get galleons)..u can even invent new spells..and compete in OWLS and NEWT exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I been reading the Chronicles of Narnia series which I borrowed from min shen last sunday and I'm in the fifth book already(the books are thin)..the story is very funny and  has a weird connection.The 1st and 2nd is bout Peter,Susan,Edmund and Lucy.Then the 3rd is bout Edmund,Lucy and Eustace..and the next is bout Eustace and Jill(why they keep minus-ing people and adding new people?)I like it when they use the same people..Like the harry potter series or twilight series..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I kinda feel like I've lost the interest to blog..dunno why..but it just feels weird!!!And those written up there are just....i dunno..maybe I'm starting to feel her absents..starting to miss her and its feel like the most natural thing to do and feel..I hope she's missing me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She's like a part of me and how will u feel when a part of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;is missing..even for just one day?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Missing her all the time)&lt;br 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href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-like-it-is.html' title='Its all coming back to me now!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R4y11xP7rFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nHRsAdfK3B8/s72-c/a-000038-tn-000654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-260609723678430264</id><published>2008-01-12T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:46:03.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one..haiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before I start blogging 2day..I'm going to say it again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Min Shen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's her picture if u dunno who she is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R4cg7hP7rEI/AAAAAAAAADI/2qYya1_L2yY/s1600-h/23-06-07_1907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R4cg7hP7rEI/AAAAAAAAADI/2qYya1_L2yY/s320/23-06-07_1907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154124505458388034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture is blur but from here u think or get the idea&lt;br /&gt;she's the mischievous and playful kind rite??&lt;br /&gt;(Don't get fooled!!She can kill!!no kidding..but..love her all the same..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now back to business..My posted my resolutionS in the last post and I really thought it was enough already but it seems I have another 'talent' that I must change if not..lets not venture there okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'talent' is bullying people and it must be true since many of them say it!!(Please say no!!)But to me its more of teasing and the way I interact with people mah..But &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;hannah &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;say I always bully zen-li(like she didn't)..but thats not the point..the point is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bully &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;people&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I better repent and apologized to all those that have been my victim..OMG!!come to think of it..its a bloody &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;long&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; list le..Oh Man..so to make it simple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those that have been bullied or teased&lt;br /&gt;by me in the past..I sincerely apologized&lt;br /&gt;and I'll promised to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;TRY&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; to change my ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now I have like 6 or 7 new year resolution to follow..Die la..life gonna be tough..but I can do it with HIS help..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I went to gym today and worked out la..what else??I'm bored at home and its stated on my resolution that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have to lose weight&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..I even sign up for facebook..so u can guess how bored I am..I just got back and is very tired(obviously)..so I'll stopped now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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one..haiz'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R4cg7hP7rEI/AAAAAAAAADI/2qYya1_L2yY/s72-c/23-06-07_1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7636682055252992390</id><published>2008-01-10T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:16:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you waste time??</title><content type='html'>Yesterday when I was just sitting in the living room(I must be crazy) doing nothing when my brother and sister were doing their homework and my mom was busy preparing her school work..my mom suddenly looked at me..(oh no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said&lt;br /&gt;:Eunice,have you nothing to do??&lt;br /&gt;I said:Err...not much since I'm bored with onlining and watching television is a no no cuz Eric and Elsie are doing homework!!&lt;br /&gt;Then,My brother said:You can always read the bible you know(aiyo)..and when is the last time you read the bible??&lt;br /&gt;I just stared at him(real hard!!!*trying to burn a hole through his heart with my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad came down(its worse)&lt;br /&gt;He asked about what going on and later asked me have I made my new year resolutions yet..&lt;br /&gt;I said:Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Then he made me do one la!!(suddenly so free):-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;1.Read the bible everyday(before I used the computer and tv)&lt;br /&gt;2.I can used the same amount of time I spend reading the bible on the computer!!(I'm dead)&lt;br /&gt;3.Lose weight(I'm working on it,but I love food!!!)&lt;br /&gt;4.Start studying(sejarah and general knowledge and law)&lt;br /&gt;5.Spend less time and credit on my handphone..&lt;br /&gt;6.Don't simply lose temper!!(this is really hard!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is gonna be tough!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..I miss school!!!Miss those time when I reach school as early as 635am..playing around with friends and sometimes studying together!(What to do,the form 4's are really studious)I miss Xiang Ping,Yi Koon,Roy,Lily,Cheryl,Hazel,Sonia,Nikolai and many many more..miss those time when we would line up for role call and we would take a long time to line up as we had lot of catching up to do with each other(we din see each other for bout 8 hours mah..haha) Then going to our respective station to do our duty..(taking a long time to get there-we detour lots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when its time to line up for assembly..we get them to line up..the best part is during spot checked!!I'm usually under Sonia or Ching Sin..I'm always checking fingernails(Sonia say that I'm good at that) or soaks and shoes(YUCKS),Yuen Mei will checked for camisole(she has eyes that can see through-we always tease her bout this(haha))..and Yi Hui will be the very blur wan..she always get mixed up bout what to checked(surprising of someone so VERY brilliant in Math and Add Math)..Sonia is so very organized,she never forget anything(at least I din notice any la).Then we send them to BBI(bilik bina insan)to be recorded.The spot checked may only last for 10-15 min but it was the best time of the day..laughing and joking more than anything!!(feeling a bit guilty now but who cares??).We make new memories everyday and I treasure each and everyone of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the recess..we usually go down early to eat before our duty.And they(Xiang Ping,Cheryl,Kit yinn.Isaac,Yi koon(sometimes) like taking my food(especially my fries)..Well,everyone say that since I'm the senior so should 'take care' of them mah..such rubbish!!During duty time..I usually talk to my partner or I would do my homework that is due that day!!(so hardworking rite??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I dun like is having to go out for meeting or to help teacher..no time to bond with my classmate also!!!There are like 4 prefect in my class and they only call me and Su Ann..call someone else can ar??(I used to grumble).But its over anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those time alot la!!Especially now when I'm stuck at home with almost nothing to do..at least i have good momories to carry with me..can't wait to see them again.(that is..during the time SPM result is out and hari anugerah)Time really must move faster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-7636682055252992390?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-7302423376013248818</id><published>2008-01-07T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:43:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tagged again..go study la hannah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.Do this tag and answer all the questions in your own blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Delete question no.20 and add one of your own question instead.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to do this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your dream when you were a small kid?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a teacher..cuz my mom was one and that all i know..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the happiest thing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Having great friends like min shen,yi koon,ella,xiang ping,zenli,hannah..they really bring me love,joy,sorrow..wouldn't have gone through last year without them..Love and miss them lots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you wish to have right now?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??I wish I have the courage to stand on my  own feet..depending on no one..go back to be the independant person I used to be..I miss the old ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When is the last time you horse laughed?&lt;br /&gt;When there's a discussion today about girls selling eggs for US 1000,and Min Shen was so interested and when Daniel ask y..and she said that US people give US1000 for and egg le and how many eggs can u produce??LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What did you realize recently?&lt;br /&gt;I realised that a friend of mine means alot to me..more than any other and it really scares me..I'm petrified!!!Hope I'm still normal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which bad habit in you that is the most unacceptable?&lt;br /&gt;I lose my temper very easily and ppl around me gets hurt.Trying to change..but its kinda hard..as the chinese sayings goes..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to learn to be bad-takes 3 days&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; to learn to be good-takes 3 years!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you are unhappy, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I become emotional.and I call min shen(unless its her who I'm unhappy with!!)haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you afraid of losing?&lt;br /&gt;My friends,family,and most importantly -the courage to be myself!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Within 5 years, which target is the most realistic one?&lt;br /&gt;Do well in sports-got 3rd in badminton,1st in basketball and chess and netball(its worked!!..so it must be realistic la..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you met someone that you like, will you profess or hide your feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Depends whose the guy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. List out 3 kinds of people you hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;Um..I dun hate..just dislike only!!!Anyway..People who like telling me what to do..people who like controlling me and people who LIE straight to my face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Define loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..obviously its when your alone and feeling lonely la!!DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you satisfied with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Its GOOD..since I have great family..real cool friends and GOD whose always always there for me..My life is FANTASTIC!!Praise the LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When is the most recent time you felt touched?&lt;br /&gt;By??Okay today..when I told min shen I wrote things in the sejarah book I'm borrowing her..She was so CONCERN that she couldn't wait till she go home to read it but open it up and checked..she even share it with the others!!I so touched!!!They care so much bout my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No 15??Great..thanks alot Hannah..one question less..its a big favor ya know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A song that is playing in your mind recently.&lt;br /&gt;All my life-Shane Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a wish to come true, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll never know how badly I did for SPM!!!Wait..I want my new phone NOW!!!hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you have anything to be worried or scared recently?&lt;br /&gt;Recently??I scared I may not be NORMAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If the world is going to end, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Take one last good look around because its gonna be destroyed soon!!Save it in my brain drive!!!LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What would you rewrite if you can rewrite one thing in your life??&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't rewrite anything..sorrow and pain that I've went through only made me stronger to live my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Xiang Ping&lt;br /&gt;Zen-li&lt;br /&gt;Sean&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl May&lt;br /&gt;Yee Chinn&lt;br /&gt;Ella&lt;br /&gt;Ginny&lt;br /&gt;Diyana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-7302423376013248818?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/7302423376013248818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=7302423376013248818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7302423376013248818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/7302423376013248818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged.html' title='Tagged!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4457881634840163008</id><published>2008-01-06T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T22:31:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I passed!!</title><content type='html'>After studying for like two days,I went and took the undang and I passed.*jumping for joy!!*Let go pop some champagne and celebrate!!!Wait I'm underage..so I drank soya bean instead..well at least I celebrated. And I went for the 6 hours kursus which means that I spend the whole afternoon learning bout cars..bout the radiator and the petrol tank and the engine.Do u know  what POWER stands for??I'll show u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-petrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-electrical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-rubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And all this is the main component to make a car!!Wonder where the engine go!!Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure all of u know the meaning of F and E rite??F is FULL and E is empty rite??But surprise surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is still full but E is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Enough &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;le..So technically speaking..U can actually drive for another 60KM if u drive at or below 80KM/jam.U guys know about this??I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And here's the best part..I drove a car today!!Cool huh??I'm sure your all green with envy. *evil grin* I managed to drive  the car for a big circle and some small ones and I find that its really fun..but I was scared to try the parking..now when i look back..kinda regretted!!But I'm scared I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crashed mah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway I learn how to move the gears from 1-2-3-4-5-R.. I can pull the hand brek up and step on the leg brek(its tough la-my legs still hurt now)..My hands also hurt cause u have to pull very hard to make the gears kick in(the cars were old mah-not my problem!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly..praised the Lord for letting me pass the test and keeping me safe while I was driving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-4457881634840163008?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4457881634840163008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=4457881634840163008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4457881634840163008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4457881634840163008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-passed.html' title='I passed!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1438598027107972273</id><published>2008-01-04T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:10:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35LbhP7rDI/AAAAAAAAADA/LcYdLpDpFbc/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151637959912172594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35LbhP7rDI/AAAAAAAAADA/LcYdLpDpFbc/s400/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chloe trying on eunice's fav cap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35KBBP7rCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vw2_wJSmAtA/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151636405134011426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35KBBP7rCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vw2_wJSmAtA/s400/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thats us posing with the caps in studio R. i didn buy that anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35H2RP7rBI/AAAAAAAAACw/l_3k6vrHzmA/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151634021427162130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35H2RP7rBI/AAAAAAAAACw/l_3k6vrHzmA/s400/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35HURP7rAI/AAAAAAAAACo/iEp8x-CeW0U/s1600-h/DSC01750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151633437311609858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35HURP7rAI/AAAAAAAAACo/iEp8x-CeW0U/s400/DSC01750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35FdBP7q-I/AAAAAAAAACY/ifapxezJ_y4/s1600-h/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151631388612209634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35FdBP7q-I/AAAAAAAAACY/ifapxezJ_y4/s400/DSC01741.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats me, chloe and eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats bout it. those were the pictures we took when we were bored during watchnight in church on the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-1438598027107972273?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1438598027107972273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=1438598027107972273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1438598027107972273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/1438598027107972273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/picture-time.html' title='picture time!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R35LbhP7rDI/AAAAAAAAADA/LcYdLpDpFbc/s72-c/DSC01748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6557112470884258721</id><published>2008-01-04T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:58:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates anyone??</title><content type='html'>Just like a box of chocolates..how sure are you that what awaits you inside is what you expect it to be??Rows and rows of chocolates..are they gonna be sweet??What if they're not??are u still gonna treasure it??I'll make my decision by how sweet or how bitter its gonna be..big surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its sweet and not too overpowering(the sweetness) then I'm sure many will enjoy it and have  pleasure just finishing it..but there are times when we find that one bite or one piece is enough and you done want to venture into it anymore..you just can't take the sweetness.If its bitter and you find that you just don't like it then you have to make a choice whether you want to continue to eat it or just leave it there. There are times when the bitterness in the chocolates is what attracts people to buy it in the 1st place(wonder why??).And there are times when bitter and sweetness are all inside one box of chocolates.Hmm..I think that the one that I would like..more like a mystery and you have to be careful with which piece you choose and hope for the best..There are times when your enjoying the sweetness and encounter just a bit of bitterness and your view of that totally change but there are some who go through the bitterness and continue to enjoy the chocolate than spitting it out once its bitter!!Some might like the flavor,some might not!!So stay open minded..its not your problem if you don't like them..its no ones fault..its just difference in opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friendship is just like that..each friend is like a box of chocolates and you never how its like to start a friendship and sometimes you feel so tired in a friendship(when its all bitter) that you just wanna give up..and there are times when you feel all the bitter that you forget all the sweetness that they once give you..or maybe theres a time when you don't enjoy the sweetness anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,it is a bad comparison to use but from my point of view..friendship are so like a box of chocolate at some time and I felt the bitter more than I felt the sweetness in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; boxes but I guess I'll just have to bear with it since I really like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; boxes of chocolates(at least I won't get diabetes!!)hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-6557112470884258721?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6557112470884258721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6557112470884258721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6557112470884258721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6557112470884258721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/01/okaymetaphor.html' title='Chocolates anyone??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6670485778486138235</id><published>2008-01-04T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:52:36.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hous-ing(Hard to believe I'm doing this)</title><content type='html'>1st..happy new year everyone!!Many will be starting school and college soon,but I'm still having my hols..*jumping for joy!!*.At least till june la..but I'm not complaining ..I wanted to tale spanish lesson but mom say wait till after I finish learning driving only talk bout it..sorry sonia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..since I'm not starting  school or college yet and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cant learn spanish&lt;/span&gt;..so I'm gonna  be very bored la(obviously) so I  borrowed  the HOUSE series from min shen to see what so 'interesting' bout him la..And the problem is that I was quite addicted to the series..mind u i'm not interested in hugh laurie(u can have him min shen!!)..But I do like Jesse Spencer la..here's his picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R3srDRP7q8I/AAAAAAAAACI/8Q9pJfn9kHY/s1600-h/jessespencer02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R3srDRP7q8I/AAAAAAAAACI/8Q9pJfn9kHY/s400/jessespencer02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150757933998123970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's good looking  la and his birthday is only two days after yours zen..and his not even pass 30 yet..definitely way better than Hugh Laurie(heard that min shen!!!).He's full name is Jesse Gordon Spencer!!Just like the way its said..haha..and I like the way he try to court Allison..too bad he's taken(just kidding)I keep my feet on the ground!!(if u get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watch up to episode 8..ya I know theres still many to go but seriously how many try and error must they go through..and how came the patient can still survive after so my error??one or twice okay la..but in every episode??miracles don't happen that often too!!(kinda weird if u ask me)and they copied the way CSI(my favourite  series-till now-and I might change it to house-just might) start the show..something happen then only how the curing and things..haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday..I went for a 5 hours undang course(for driving)..Its was lame la..got to learn all the signs and then got to take the test(they say if managed to memorise all the answer in the small booklet they give us..then we will pass the test)oh please..I dun want to study la..anywayI have the undang test this saturday and I've haven't even studied yet le..hmm..*how to pass I wonder*I'll start studying tonight la(hopefully)..if i pass then I'll be going for another course on Sunday..so if I go to church on Sunday..it means I failed!!Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya zen(I'm sure u'll understand) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-6670485778486138235?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6670485778486138235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6670485778486138235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6670485778486138235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6670485778486138235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2008/02/hous-inghard-to-believe-im-doing-this.html' title='Hous-ing(Hard to believe I&apos;m doing this)'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R3srDRP7q8I/AAAAAAAAACI/8Q9pJfn9kHY/s72-c/jessespencer02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-1285483820583135566</id><published>2007-12-31T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:10:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what we do when we're bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Have you had any relationships this year?&lt;br /&gt;nope..been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday yet?&lt;br /&gt;erm yaa today's like the last day of this year already of course i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cried yet?&lt;br /&gt;mm..nah. soon when school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Been on a diet?&lt;br /&gt;even if i want to it'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pulled an all nighter?&lt;br /&gt;er no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Went Camping?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought something(s)?&lt;br /&gt;for xmas, yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Met someone special?&lt;br /&gt;yeah but now no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been out of state?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;erm. ive to continue clearing my messy table after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept in someone elses bed?&lt;br /&gt;duh. friends', parents..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Got a job?&lt;br /&gt;still need to study for ur info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Loaned out money?&lt;br /&gt;err no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Gotten in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;noo. but i wonder how it feels like :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Gone over your mobile phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;neh i'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Been called a playgirl?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;no i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST :_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;cheryl. after we both received each others xmas pressie. and i love mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;eunice. bout going for the movie and all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;everyday i feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;br /&gt;my mum cos she cant hear me from my room last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;got up. ate koko krunch. clear my room a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS :___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;01. Name?&lt;br /&gt;zen-li. (just call me zen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;black..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Initials?&lt;br /&gt;ZL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Hair style?&lt;br /&gt;straight. but i like wavy hair hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Black??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Height:&lt;br /&gt;i dunoo..but my friends can tell my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Pets:&lt;br /&gt;love hamsters but lazy to clean their cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Mood?&lt;br /&gt;bored now thats why i'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Where would you rather be?&lt;br /&gt;would rather be in your arms. ahahah. no i'm just being melodramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.10. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;milk. i dont like it but with my koko krunch its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you ever been in love:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;definitely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Why did your LAST relationship fail?&lt;br /&gt;erm. dont ask..hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever been heartbroken:&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;noo! eww i'm no lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your life?&lt;br /&gt;hahah. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 EMOTIONS___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;nope no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;erm..yeah i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you eating anything?&lt;br /&gt;i'm always eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave that for you to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;blurgirl.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-1285483820583135566?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/1285483820583135566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=1285483820583135566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;oh yeah!! finally i can open these websites. for some reason i couldn for days or weeks. i could connect the streamyx but when it comes to going to the webs and msn i had some difficulty and it just hangs everything. bet my neopets are starving and dying now. eunice has been bugging me to blog but i just couldn. well here i am blogging at last! its been a long time i havent been online and watching tv. miss being a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;            anyway, it was a nice christmas. nothing much, but simply nice. i get to spend my christmas with friends, had parties. spent a night at shirley's house after the youth dinner. the next day we went to watch Enchanted in 1u. i thought its gonna be really lame but turned out wasnt as bad as i thought. at least it was lame and funny. then went to follow mum to some xmas open house that we always go. then i went to stayover cheryl's house to help her mum on the party. so yeah. had lovely presents! gave mine to them too, glad they all like it.&lt;br /&gt;           yesterday i had visitors here. my uncle and his family from my dad's side came down from kuantan. stayed here for a night. they have 2 kids. the 5 year old one is so cute! but trust me they're 2 naughty boys. well boys are boys. i kinda miss them though. they miss me too :) didn get to say goodbye to them cos i went for worship practise today and when i got home they were gone already.&lt;br /&gt;          oh no..school is starting. sigh. i dont wanna be reminded on that. so not looking forward for it. it was just 2 months ago i was actually thinking of studying. look what happened. i feel like my holidays was gone to waste. but i really liked it though. the days when i laze around at home and the days when i go out or sleepover friends' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm getting kinda lazy to write anymore. merry belated xmas everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;blurgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-3974550020990777918?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3974550020990777918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah,so kian siap ar??share between so many ppl??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just keep quite and she open it on tuesday(after much begging on my part!!!).She was so VERY happy..especially when she knew it was original!!And she still ask us when is season 2 coming??Dat girl is really too much la!!!=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm just glad that she will be even more happy after getting dat present.Just like what one of my friend say..if a person really means the world to u..u wouldn't mind doing anything for her..her thinking is everything..as long as she agrees..everything is great.I was scared at 1st..but now come to think of it..y not??Even if the feeling is more stronger on one side..so what??Just like what I say in the previous entry..if u treat someone well..it doesn't mean they have to return the same affection!!(sorry I got sidetrack!!)haha..hope I din scare her or give u guys the wrong impression of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..hannah din react much on my present to her(at least she din tell me anything!!!)..as for zen-I hid her present at my friends hse and make her search for it..kinda fun la..especially when she can't find it..but later i took pity on her and just gave it to her..and then she dunno how to wear it(its a bracelet)..sigh..terrible la!!!I'm speechless!!!Dunno whether she know how to wear the earrings anot..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah..problem!!Min Shen's birthday is like two weeks away..and zen's is also very near!!Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!!now bout presents I've receive..&lt;br /&gt;A small pillow from min shen(just in time to put in my car :-))&lt;br /&gt;A phone chain from zen(nice..just dunno where to hang it!!my phone has one already)&lt;br /&gt;A small statue(a man playing the guitar) from hannah(reminder to not let my guitar gather dust in the corner of my room)haha&lt;br /&gt;Some T-shirts and other stuff from my parents and relatives and friends&lt;br /&gt;And still many more to come!!!*jump for joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of giving??Hmm..focus on giving and not on receiving!!!hah&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll be able to keep my presents in good conditions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-3784540153525117796?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/3784540153525117796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-6655636507999786377</id><published>2007-12-27T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:33:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving or losing??</title><content type='html'>What a feeling in my soul,just let the rain fall I don't care.My life has just fallen down on me.Does he know how much it hurts me by saying what he had said.I never imagine he would actually say that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u know what it feel like loving someone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain..&lt;br /&gt;Its hurt like hell!!Especially when your not appreciated..BUT..I would do anything to just see the person smile!!And when the person smile,its like you forget all the trouble u went through or u feel that its just so very worth it!!And when the person talk about anything at all,U just wanna listen to what the person say..just hearing the person voice can give u the comfort that no one can give..when u see something thats nice or a movie that u like..u wish the person is watching with u or there to see that thing..Missing the person each and every day..telling ur friends bout it till they were half crazy!!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dunno whether is love&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; blind &lt;/span&gt;but I'm very sure that love is&lt;br /&gt;followed by &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;madness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once ask me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you so nice??(to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just keep quiet..and look at her..But the answer in my head was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because u matter to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And likewise..Matthew matters to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone does not mean more than just being together..I can still love him even if we're not together anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Loving or liking a person does not mean that the person has to show u the same affection!!&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine made me realised this&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Matt and Min Shen..Thanks for hurting me the way U guys did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6264894184438065928-6655636507999786377?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/6655636507999786377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=6655636507999786377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6655636507999786377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/6655636507999786377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-for-hurting-me-way-u-did.html' title='Loving or losing??'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-971706443948081012</id><published>2007-12-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:49:22.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is monday...And his coming back on wednesday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is juz too great!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I'll be able to buy him a present today!!Its hard la..really!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe its because I'm shopping for the perfect present for him!!!'smile'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the bully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-971706443948081012?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/971706443948081012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=971706443948081012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Have you had any relationships this&lt;br /&gt;year?&lt;br /&gt;Yup..with my darling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you had your birthday yet?&lt;br /&gt;Yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cried yet?&lt;br /&gt;Sure did(SPM-need I say more??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Been on a diet?&lt;br /&gt;Yup..end up having gastric!!Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pulled an all nighter?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Drank Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Last year(i THINK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Went Camping?&lt;br /&gt;Yup..YLDP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought something(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Friends present for Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Met someone special?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely!!!Miss him so much la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been out of state?&lt;br /&gt;Sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew!!(duh)&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;1.) Hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Sure..lost count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Slept in someone elses bed?&lt;br /&gt;uh huh(cousins,parents..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Got a job?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..Sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Loaned out money?&lt;br /&gt;not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Gotten in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Gone over your mobile phone bill?&lt;br /&gt;Sure did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Been called a playgirl?&lt;br /&gt;No way..I'm the faithful kind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;YESS..obviously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST :&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Last Person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew!!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Matthew!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;Today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Went on a date.*big big BIG smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS :&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;01. Name?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Initials?&lt;br /&gt;E.Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Hair style?&lt;br /&gt;Straight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Black??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Height:&lt;br /&gt;167cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Pets:&lt;br /&gt;None..(too busy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Mood?&lt;br /&gt;err..emo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Where would you rather be?&lt;br /&gt;With Matthew la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Apple juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Have you ever been in love:&lt;br /&gt;I am now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.obviously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Why did your LAST relationship fail?&lt;br /&gt;We dun suit each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever been heartbroken:&lt;br /&gt;yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?&lt;br /&gt;um. think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Have you ever fallen for your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;No way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Have you ever liked someone but never told them?&lt;br /&gt;Think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 EMOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;01. Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Are you eating anything?&lt;br /&gt;Nope..juz had dinner two hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sure do.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur turn zen!!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-5508847669007049094?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5508847669007049094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5508847669007049094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5508847669007049094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/5508847669007049094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-is-coming-to-end-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4414511133519707159</id><published>2007-12-19T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:18:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello..the movie I AM LEGEND totally rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2eq-DOd20I/AAAAAAAAABE/SwvYezb8tF8/s1600-h/IALD-06241_502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2eq-DOd20I/AAAAAAAAABE/SwvYezb8tF8/s400/IALD-06241_502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145269082288675650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He's HOT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a movie this afternoon.At 1st we didn't know what to watch as the movie ENCHANTED is only available at 5pm.So we finally decide to give this show a try lo..After buying popcorns and drinks(orange juice for me and sprite for himself)-(how I hate him.) we entered the cinema.the movie started with something bout the a virus as a cure for cancer..and then we skip to three years later!!Suddenly he( Robert  Neville)  begin deer hunting in the middle of new york city!!It was shocking..then at nite he kept himself and his dog lock up in the hse..and then the next day his dog got lost and then he went and find it then IT(the vampire) appear!!I din know that it was a vampire movie.. and ahem was juz laughing his head off (not because i scream but because of the look on my face!!!)goodness!!!!But the show was actually quite good la!!!But I din forgive him till he brought me to mcdonald for snacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2elIDOd2wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A-uUrZ9O10E/s1600-h/will+smath+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2elIDOd2wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/A-uUrZ9O10E/s400/will+smath+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145262657017600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He look like some 30 years and below guy from this angle and he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;definitely HOT!!Like he really made for this kind of action movie!!)&lt;br /&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://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2eoyzOd2zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OZf86v3SwHg/s1600-h/will+smith+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2eoyzOd2zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/OZf86v3SwHg/s400/will+smith+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145266689991891762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He look so serious)&lt;br /&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://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2erhDOd21I/AAAAAAAAABM/LQ8z-RJcVUU/s1600-h/will+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/R2erhDOd21I/AAAAAAAAABM/LQ8z-RJcVUU/s400/will+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145269683584097106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So cute rite??&lt;br /&gt;He and his dog(samantha) hiding from vampires!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The show was good but I'm not forgiving Matt for what he done(at least not today) and depending on how many sleepless night I'm gonna have!!Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-4414511133519707159?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4414511133519707159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=4414511133519707159' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-8755113902834527414</id><published>2007-12-15T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:54:02.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't jump to conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only have on word to describe this afternoon..&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;onest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(We were honest to each other today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Especially when it comes to me..likewise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ttentive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(He not only listen but paid full attention!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;olatile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(He is easily excitable,same like me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xcellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I finally gave in N say Dat he's better(in gym la))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Especially when I'm around..haha..that what he said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;oves me(heart soars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(At least he cares alot(especially today in the gym))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;oung and attractive :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Of course..He's only my age)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah..that all for now!!!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-8755113902834527414?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-4534770182296202675</id><published>2007-12-13T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:36:49.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet day!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey..&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my time today on the net..chatting and blogging and other things la.Din know life would be this boring after spm..I actually miss the time when my mom will ask me to study and scold me for wasting my time!!!So i actually took some time to do some add math le..Can u believe it??I can't too..maybe we would actually like a sub when we no longer are being pressured to do it..so yeah..and for the record..Add math is really not that bad..:-)  Maybe 2moro I'll try physics..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym today and I met my other half there..we talk and worked out(a bit la)I was really excited to see him and I even forgot how to frown(which is very rare).Everything was going on fine till somehow when I working on my leg(we had a competition)-&gt;I hurt myself!!my legs!!!Sorry zen,Can't go out with ya 2moro.I am really sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my injury made walking very painful and unbearable.I'm sorry I cant buy HIS christmas present 2moro,I even told him when he ask why do I look so miserable..Even when he say that its okay but I really feel very bad.My first chance of buying him a present gone just like that.Sobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the interesting part-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can curi-curi go out and buy for him but he told me and made me promise him that I'll stay at home.How did he know that I might try to go out..I really dunno..maybe I'm just too predictable(am i??)*some feedback would be nice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&lt;br /&gt;(Don't feel like one now!!!)&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/6264894184438065928-4534770182296202675?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/4534770182296202675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=4534770182296202675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4534770182296202675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6264894184438065928/posts/default/4534770182296202675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/2007/12/bittersweet-day.html' title='Bittersweet day!!!'/><author><name>Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218721821554366564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pi4lqTdh_rg/Stwlpr2PpKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/yK4YQZ69JJY/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6264894184438065928.post-5286756056079976888</id><published>2007-12-13T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:29:59.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay la...I put it here..</title><content type='html'>This is for u Matt!!!!;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;                  I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;                  I love the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;                  And the way that we touch.&lt;br /&gt;                  I love your warm smile&lt;br /&gt;                  And your kind, thoughtful way,&lt;br /&gt;                  The joy that you bring&lt;br /&gt;                  To my life every day.&lt;br /&gt;                  I love you today&lt;br /&gt;                  As I have from the start,&lt;br /&gt;                  And I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;                  With all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the bully&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/6264894184438065928-5286756056079976888?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com/feeds/5286756056079976888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6264894184438065928&amp;postID=5286756056079976888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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asked me to share this blog with you eunice. really. and i cant believe you made me less lazy by blogging. anyway, i've been sleeping quite late compared to those days when i sleep at 11. well, just later than usual - 2, 3, 4 am. not that i dont want to, just that i cant sleep. i called cheryl an insonmiac cos she couldn sleep at one point but now i'm the one. no, not late actually. it's early in the morning. at least that sounds better right. usually at night i feel desperate to jump on my bed when im sleepy but when i start to switch my lights off and lie on the bed..the sleepyness just dissapears somewhere. how annoying is that. okay i dont feel like writing anymore. i'm gonna sleep :) - the blurgirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6264894184438065928-8179653613513671801?l=blurgirlvsthebully.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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