<?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-12764444</id><updated>2012-01-10T15:52:16.568+08:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='My loves.'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='murmurings'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>life as it is...</title><subtitle type='html'>Ambiguous.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-4069773801201788176</id><published>2011-10-03T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T00:25:21.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>LIFEEEEE, BITCHEESSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mother gush out a strong wind,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The walls that shield are thin,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will not succumb to ruins,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life can start if it only begins.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;New path, chapters and stories,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole show was peachy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actions were without regret,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Subconsciously that’s what begets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caution thrown to the wind,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A destruction foreseen, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Comprehension is all muddled,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emotions are all curdled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What thoughts were right; were wrong,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beliefs of being strong didn’t prolong,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things just don’t come as how you want,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reluctantly revert back to square one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate this melancholy shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-4069773801201788176?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/4069773801201788176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=4069773801201788176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/4069773801201788176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/4069773801201788176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifeeeee-bitcheesss.html' title='LIFEEEEE, BITCHEESSS!'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-2755456121945184565</id><published>2011-07-24T20:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:35:49.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Enter Galactic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Standing high up at a level,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;Looks at beauty that others don’t see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Understanding misunderstood wind, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Breathing nature with a smile. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Train chugs at a speed, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;As thoughts go deeper, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Imagining a world, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Where everything’s so vivid. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Everyone is everyone's brethren, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Brooding over mistakes nonexistent, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Forgiveness comes effortlessly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Peace comes compassionately. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;In this conception there’s no hate or disregard;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Everything will be alright, everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  &gt;June 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-2755456121945184565?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/2755456121945184565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=2755456121945184565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2755456121945184565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2755456121945184565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2011/07/enter-galactic.html' title='Enter Galactic'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-6345302240105963523</id><published>2011-05-19T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T02:03:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsent message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"All the people in your life who've come and gone&lt;br /&gt;They let you down, you know they hurt your pride&lt;br /&gt;Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on&lt;br /&gt;You keep carrin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;-"Heart of the matter" India Arie&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/12764444-6345302240105963523?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/6345302240105963523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=6345302240105963523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6345302240105963523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6345302240105963523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2011/05/unsent-message.html' title='Unsent message'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-1114104699030800537</id><published>2011-04-12T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:46:43.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A New Story</title><content type='html'>Colour, feathers; glitter and stones,&lt;div&gt;Methodically embossed or adhered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even pretty in monotone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes in fur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It covers and hid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambiguity. Mysterious..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything underneath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanting to burst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows the veiled wearer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A meticulous task;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to pry and pester,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind the Masquerade Mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-1114104699030800537?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/1114104699030800537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=1114104699030800537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1114104699030800537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1114104699030800537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-story.html' title='A New Story'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-1490230977505193010</id><published>2010-05-06T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:05:32.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murmurings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I feel so alone. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-1490230977505193010?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/1490230977505193010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=1490230977505193010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1490230977505193010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1490230977505193010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-so-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-6407601924207916473</id><published>2010-05-04T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:22:30.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Have you seen the remote?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My life feels its on pause right now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and the problem is that I can't find the remote control to click on play.&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/12764444-6407601924207916473?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/6407601924207916473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=6407601924207916473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6407601924207916473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6407601924207916473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-seen-remote.html' title='Have you seen the remote?'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-5646930891681047718</id><published>2010-04-30T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T02:03:13.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;The one  that I belong to&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I want for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still  the one that I love&lt;br /&gt;The only one I dream of&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I  kiss good night.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Shania Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made many attempts to show that you're the one I want. I just hope you'll realize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-5646930891681047718?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/5646930891681047718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=5646930891681047718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5646930891681047718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5646930891681047718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-still-one-i-run-to-one-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-3441589795000389765</id><published>2010-04-26T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:34:46.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I'm weak</title><content type='html'>What can a girl do,&lt;br /&gt;When everything is shredded,&lt;br /&gt;What can a girl do,&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces refuse to fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can a girl do,&lt;br /&gt;When she's got no working limbs,&lt;br /&gt;What can a girl do,&lt;br /&gt;When all she has are dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can a girl do,&lt;br /&gt;When she gives her all,&lt;br /&gt;What can a girl do,&lt;br /&gt;When she only falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It hurts most when you give your heart and everything you are and you end up disappointed and frayed. &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/12764444-3441589795000389765?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/3441589795000389765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=3441589795000389765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3441589795000389765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3441589795000389765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-weak.html' title='I&apos;m weak'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-5106725818185811396</id><published>2009-11-30T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:17:09.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I will go to the world's end with you.&lt;br /&gt;But, will you, with me?&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/12764444-5106725818185811396?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/5106725818185811396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=5106725818185811396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5106725818185811396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5106725818185811396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-go-to-worlds-end-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115711761308874789</id><published>2009-11-16T03:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:49:19.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will hunger</title><content type='html'>I noticed that you don't stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that you don't protect me&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that you don't show your love to me&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that you only talk but you walk halfway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, you would respect me&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, you would keep your promises&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, I should be more treasured&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, things should be more gentle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, you should find words to express it&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, you should find actions to express it&lt;br /&gt;I feel that if you love me, you would take anger away&lt;br /&gt;I feel that now that you have me, you will remain loving me 8 and a half out of ten&lt;br /&gt;I feel that that is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I will hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;-When you loved me, it was beautiful.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115711761308874789?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115711761308874789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115711761308874789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115711761308874789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115711761308874789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-hunger.html' title='I will hunger'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-6815953061874922542</id><published>2009-07-21T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:06:21.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot or Cold?</title><content type='html'>I said, Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he drove us up to Genting with a prepared picnic basket. Lol&lt;br /&gt;It was not what I expected, but I was quite touched with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt; effort that he put in. Lol&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park in Genting and had candles lit up and consumed mostly instant food.&lt;br /&gt;But it was good ! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SmXa6603YKI/AAAAAAAAABE/1jmcmK2NLfw/s1600-h/DSC05412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SmXa6603YKI/AAAAAAAAABE/1jmcmK2NLfw/s320/DSC05412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931637212700834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad we couldn't take better pics. Needed new pics for our photo frames in his room. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SmcmkFLdu2I/AAAAAAAAABM/zjblWriYN3s/s1600-h/DSC05417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SmcmkFLdu2I/AAAAAAAAABM/zjblWriYN3s/s320/DSC05417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361296282715274082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm a fat, fat girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-6815953061874922542?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/6815953061874922542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=6815953061874922542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6815953061874922542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6815953061874922542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-or-cold.html' title='Hot or Cold?'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SmXa6603YKI/AAAAAAAAABE/1jmcmK2NLfw/s72-c/DSC05412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-201929713725521687</id><published>2009-07-19T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:26:08.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My loves.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Sixth Monthaversary</title><content type='html'>If one could say&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is like a flower&lt;br /&gt;That's full bloomed from nurture&lt;br /&gt;Nay, I shall say!&lt;br /&gt;A flower too, will have its days&lt;br /&gt;As it withers when a petal lay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can compare&lt;br /&gt;My love for you with the moon&lt;br /&gt;As it shines incandescently even for ruins&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't bare&lt;br /&gt;The moon's consistent glow isn't always there&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes full and other times fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind and do not boast&lt;br /&gt;So abide to it; I am capable&lt;br /&gt;Because our love should not be told&lt;br /&gt;As our love, is simply inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17.July.09&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/12764444-201929713725521687?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/201929713725521687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=201929713725521687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/201929713725521687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/201929713725521687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/07/sixth-monthaversary.html' title='Sixth Monthaversary'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-3342477771092448761</id><published>2009-07-09T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:24:56.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've only got a few more days before monday when my college starts.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm gonna be so busy and tired during my 2nd sem. Schedule's so packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Amelyn+Mc, Vincent and I went for a drink and Mc was talking about the number plates on Caldina's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mc : You know ah, I realised the car, Caldina, the number plate all like this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(Then he puts out his palms straight up and to the side like this /)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kimmy : Means, senget lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mc : No, not senget! This is slanting. /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kimmy : SENGET LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mc : No, senget is this \ not /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kimmy : Its the same lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Vincent : *stones*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Amelyn and Kimmy : *bursts out laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-3342477771092448761?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/3342477771092448761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=3342477771092448761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3342477771092448761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3342477771092448761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-only-got-few-more-days-before.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-2684647524130240677</id><published>2009-07-04T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:16:56.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Singapore, 3rd of July.</title><content type='html'>So, I've finally made it out of Malaysia for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;And one with my Boyfriend! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and generous family).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one on my Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could have fun shopping here a little bit since they are having their GRAND sale.&lt;br /&gt;But, NO! Everything is STILL so expansive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am having so much fun thanks to the Wong's! (this doesn't include wong KOK LIM for the late wish. SIGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had japanese at Hanabi's.&lt;br /&gt;Visited the Night Safari!&lt;br /&gt;And was enjoying it like a little kid would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good way to spend a birthday compared to last year. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-2684647524130240677?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/2684647524130240677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=2684647524130240677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2684647524130240677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2684647524130240677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/07/singapore-3rd-of-july.html' title='Singapore, 3rd of July.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-1125929381320769033</id><published>2009-06-27T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:45:55.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just made my passport yesterday!! wee~~&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on my first trip OUT of malaysia!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to singapore on my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala~~~&lt;br /&gt;I only have $100!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-1125929381320769033?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/1125929381320769033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=1125929381320769033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1125929381320769033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1125929381320769033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-made-my-passport-yesterday-wee.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-4328195872195932139</id><published>2009-05-15T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:30:50.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My loves.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>To my Vincent,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love's food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To the sweetest boy in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the tough and macho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;that sexy guy that makes me feel alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today is our 3rd monthaversary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and it is just time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Time to express the length of meaning of you to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're the extra added salt and pepper in my soup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The sugar in my soft cookies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That makes me do the loop the loop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You're the cheese in my tart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The cream in my puff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The big face in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry for the times when smoke gets into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Vision's a blur; but the picture's a clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;You're mine and only mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;17.april.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about my love's favourite food and a pic of us was stuck on the other side of the paper. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love comes naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As the wind breezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my heart eases,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As the leaves rustle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my mind bustles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;As the earth shakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the longing aches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;As the quake rumbles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;my body trembles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As you put in peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;but same in pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll still love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;whether rain or dew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;12.may.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know our happy world is starting to shake a little bit, but what's a relationship without rocky roads, right? Plus, I like the rocky road ice cream. Heh. I'm sorry for always being the fire starter, but all our little arguments have brought me to a realization about how deeply your love is for me. Its like a doubt-window-wiper. Yea. Heh. Its gonna be our 4th month soon, and its been the most eventful/euphoric months. Love love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ,                 &lt;br /&gt;Your love.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/12764444-4328195872195932139?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/4328195872195932139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=4328195872195932139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/4328195872195932139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/4328195872195932139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-my-vincent.html' title='To my Vincent,'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-5205114589702795732</id><published>2009-03-03T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:49:02.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Mr. kok</title><content type='html'>He aint giving me no reason to be sweet about him. SO here's just a post dedicated to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-5205114589702795732?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/5205114589702795732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=5205114589702795732' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5205114589702795732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5205114589702795732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/03/dedicated-to-mr-kok.html' title='Dedicated to Mr. kok'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-63573531420433027</id><published>2009-03-02T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:48:20.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My loves.'/><title type='text'>A change of name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SavOxE7RVEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_TEhzOwk_uA/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SavOxE7RVEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_TEhzOwk_uA/s320/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308563928317514818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/Savf7jnn01I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZJ5AGff-krs/s1600-h/DSC00774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/Savf7jnn01I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZJ5AGff-krs/s320/DSC00774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308582800052966226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coda Coala has become Chester ! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days after purchasing this ball of poop, Chester's father laid in bed feeling guilty. He felt like he is not being a good father because he doesn't get to see his son much. The only times are before and after work. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, Vincent doesn't even show the dog much affection at all. He doesn't dare kiss him or even place Chester near his face. Sigh. He said in every family, there must be a parent who scolds and the other soft. "You can be the soft one" he said. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-63573531420433027?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/63573531420433027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=63573531420433027' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/63573531420433027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/63573531420433027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-of-name.html' title='A change of name'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SavOxE7RVEI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_TEhzOwk_uA/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-577549629663450937</id><published>2009-02-25T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:50:58.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My loves.'/><title type='text'>My new baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTNciPQ9LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/k6vVKwnycbM/s1600-h/pup+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTNciPQ9LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/k6vVKwnycbM/s320/pup+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306592151060149426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTNFmUpoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A3HqPUYXBkw/s1600-h/pup+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTNFmUpoaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A3HqPUYXBkw/s320/pup+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306591757019488674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's name is Coda Coala. As in COALa! Because he's as black as coal!&lt;br /&gt;He's a toy poodle. Vincent just bought him yesterday! It's our baby! SO technically he is mine, but Vincent has to pay for everything that's necessary. LOL that's why you get a bf. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTODwPoHwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WAtrkdvhXz0/s1600-h/pup+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTODwPoHwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WAtrkdvhXz0/s320/pup+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306592824834662146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chels is so afraid of him. LOL&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/12764444-577549629663450937?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/577549629663450937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=577549629663450937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/577549629663450937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/577549629663450937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-new-baby.html' title='My new baby!'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SaTNciPQ9LI/AAAAAAAAAAk/k6vVKwnycbM/s72-c/pup+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-6191473979445325472</id><published>2009-02-21T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:01:17.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My loves.'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Desirée.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had something you loved so dearly only to have it leave you after a long period of 2 years? No. HAVE you EVER had something you loved so dearly only to have YOURSELF kill it after a long period of 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Desirée, died on the 20th February 2009, 5.55pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was due to an abominable anti-chlorine mistake. I watched her writhe and suffer the poisonous sensation till she lay down peacefully next to her favourite company, the bubbles, and saw the earthly light for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in front of her home for 20 minutes and cried my eyes out. I cried when I was packing my swimming bag and drained what was remained in my tear ducts on the way to Paul's club. Even though my appreciated boyfriend was there to comfort me, it was not enough. I didn't feel like swimming because it reminded me of her. I always wanted to bring her into a pool and swim with her. LOL. But that would've killed her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a very long post for just a fish. But nothing is "just a something" if you really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/846835/desiree%27%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/397149/desiree%27%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/50413/desiree%27%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/859716/desiree%27%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/26320/desirae%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/400/655940/desirae%20ii.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-6191473979445325472?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/6191473979445325472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=6191473979445325472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6191473979445325472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6191473979445325472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-memory-of-desiree.html' title='In Memory of Desirée.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-1460883761559505919</id><published>2009-01-04T06:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:16:39.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Torn by a secret .</title><content type='html'>I have a secret I mustn't tell&lt;br /&gt;A secret so dark; it's demented&lt;br /&gt;It has to be kept in a place where no one dwells&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is ever chattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This secret that I have been trusted on&lt;br /&gt;Could only save another&lt;br /&gt;But for one life, the other will be gone&lt;br /&gt;I am torn between the former and the latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thrown into a pit&lt;br /&gt;Where serpents and vultures draw breath&lt;br /&gt;A place where you can only find deceit&lt;br /&gt;So close to be fooled to my death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fortunate light has been emitted&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly the former laid out a hand&lt;br /&gt;And soon the secret had to be admitted&lt;br /&gt;It seems that he could comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I to do&lt;br /&gt;What I have tried to kept in is out&lt;br /&gt;Will the anger of the latter brew?&lt;br /&gt; Surprise, surprise; given is the benefit of the doubt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-1460883761559505919?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/1460883761559505919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=1460883761559505919' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1460883761559505919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1460883761559505919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/01/torn-by-secret.html' title='Torn by a secret .'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-6966754268302060245</id><published>2009-01-03T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:56:18.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>An old poem</title><content type='html'>The wondrous of this feeling… by Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wondrous of this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Conjures a beauty of sacrificing&lt;br /&gt;There is always time and space&lt;br /&gt;For this emotion to be placed&lt;br /&gt;The wondrous of this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Will leave you desiring&lt;br /&gt;It is seen not in words but by actions&lt;br /&gt;It fills you whole at every fraction&lt;br /&gt;The wondrous of this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Lives in every soul and being&lt;br /&gt;In the heart is where it’s found&lt;br /&gt;It’s treasures one cannot count&lt;br /&gt;The wondrous of this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Does one call an art of loving?&lt;br /&gt;Then I suppose it is true&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old poem I found in my drafts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-6966754268302060245?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/6966754268302060245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=6966754268302060245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6966754268302060245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6966754268302060245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-poem.html' title='An old poem'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-8095904926541745459</id><published>2009-01-03T05:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:14:40.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A toast to the new year ! 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since it is a New Year, maybe I should start blogging again. I have no idea or what sort to blog about. LOL Prolly it is because the year has just only started. I have learned SO MUCH last year. SO SO MUCH. Or probably, too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a better year this year. It is my last "-teen" year after all. I should have fun before I enter the "-ty" zone and be old like Amanda. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear ye, hear ye!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a toast to the new year, Year 2009!&lt;br /&gt;How ever late I am to toast for the new year, doesn't matter!&lt;br /&gt;A toast to a great one and a great one we shall have !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*champagne glasses clinging in one's mind*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Resolutions :&lt;/span&gt; To be happy no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Poems from last year :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;19th November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It could be uncertainty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But not feelings of rue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't know what's this in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I am certain though; it's about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It started when you entered my car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I knew this would be different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just like you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But to my heart beat; I listened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The surface of the water; ripples,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just by the touch of a finger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And just with a word that nibbles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Your feelings of discomfort; triggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Many things that I had to learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Things that are unable to fathom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But tender is what you yearn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Slowly I've grown accustomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The fog's clearing up now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I see it; it's true delight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But it's hard to say it somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll say it when the time's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not one of my favourites. Because the tone changes and the rhythm is pretty f*cked up. But I was in a rush to write that because it was written for a special occasion for an "once special" person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;26th May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Footsteps on this autumn trail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Delightfully without fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Conjures nostalgic familiarity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yet puzzles the mind with ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Whom does this print belong to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Who has casually walked through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;My, what an ominous questionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ergo, to know the answers is a dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A combination of feelings it offers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Simple joy with a somber wish for an eraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What a mystery has come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A confusing phase; yet a melodious hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I love the ending to this one. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;23rd December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All her life she had waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Till one day, she just stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As she was always disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alas, an angel popped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, she felt elated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How high she had leaped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Question is, should she be fixated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;In her face opportunity dropped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ah, but he was simply overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Though, he really should've been grabbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh! But what is this?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who has just confess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A friend of his!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My, what a hiccup she must address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yet time spent had been bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She felt wonderful and no less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She even longed for a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But no, she digressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She said sorry at the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He'll move on she guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One might think that was the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But no, someone strolled in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hard she try but could not fend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Her lustrous self was; oh, so keen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A message or two had been sent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And the light she saw was green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She felt euphoric and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But now she wished it never had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;All along he had pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's what she deserved, a sin for a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I personally love this. It is something different from what I always write.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12764444-8095904926541745459?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/8095904926541745459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=8095904926541745459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/8095904926541745459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/8095904926541745459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2009/01/toast-to-new-year-2009.html' title='A toast to the new year ! 2009'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-2335340932456428035</id><published>2008-10-25T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T01:34:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SQIGy2vaOJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DuGtd7MnJ0/s1600-h/P9298613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SQIGy2vaOJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DuGtd7MnJ0/s320/P9298613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260774785479751826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;If only I had a better face. &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/12764444-2335340932456428035?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/2335340932456428035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=2335340932456428035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2335340932456428035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2335340932456428035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-only-i-had-better-face.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y8YJVyrDfBQ/SQIGy2vaOJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7DuGtd7MnJ0/s72-c/P9298613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-1460355445015976541</id><published>2008-09-19T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:35:45.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pn Toh</title><content type='html'>ok. I know I haven't been blogging at all but I just wanna blog this down just for the memories. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was yumchar-ing with jenwae and the rest.. and they were all talking about their high school experiences and I just remembered one of mine. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during form 5. We dropped arts and so we found it pointless if we joined the class at the art room. (It's in the rules that we have to btw, so in a way, it was kinda ponteng-ing lah but not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle, May lyn and I was coming back from the canteen when we saw Pn. Toh (ex discipline teacher) walking along our row of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT!! HOW?!"&lt;br /&gt;"run lah.. run up and above her and come down the other side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did so. We ran up the nearby stairs and ran right above her and appeared the other side. Thinking that she would already disappeared by the time we came down, we came out from the stairs only finding that she was still standing at the same spot! Probably took 2-3 steps. hahahaha The blardy lady walks damn slow lah ! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I know it's not funny. But it was to us. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-1460355445015976541?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/1460355445015976541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=1460355445015976541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1460355445015976541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/1460355445015976541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2008/09/pn-toh.html' title='Pn Toh'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-6279898823162223</id><published>2008-02-28T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:58:48.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoosh</title><content type='html'>i feeell like grabbing a bottle of beer&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the swings..&lt;br /&gt;                                    drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;not thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;just swinging and drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care for a drink?&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/12764444-6279898823162223?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/6279898823162223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=6279898823162223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6279898823162223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/6279898823162223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2008/02/whoosh.html' title='Whoosh'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-8142536723588451590</id><published>2007-04-08T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T03:04:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know when your birthday is, but how old should you really be getting married? (just put an x next to the things that apply to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to make a pot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I keep track of dates using a calender.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own more than one credit card.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to change the oil in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to do my own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I vote every election.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I balance my checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;[/] My parents have better things to say than my friends. [ (/) that's a half X ] Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total:  3 and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I show up for school/college/work every day early.&lt;br /&gt;[/] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have never gotten completely trashed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have forgotten my own birthday at least once.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to take walks by myself.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've watched talk shows.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know what 'credibility' means without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]I drink coffee at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total:  1  and a half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When I say I'm going to do something I do it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My parents trust me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can make adults laugh without being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I remember to water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I study when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school/college.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell 'experience' without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I work out on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean up my own mess.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The people at Starbucks know me by name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My favorite kind of food is takeout.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have gained weight since middle/high school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store without getting something I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I understand political jokes the first time they are said.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My only friends are from my place of employment.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have been to a tupperware party.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have more bills than I can pay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] All my friends are older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can say no to staying out all night.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I use the internet every day.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My wardrobe hasn't changed in a while.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Total: 3 = 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow~ no way. Too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-8142536723588451590?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/8142536723588451590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=8142536723588451590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/8142536723588451590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/8142536723588451590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-when-your-birthday-is-but-how.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-5541158636450597936</id><published>2007-04-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:28:52.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) by ee cummings</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofeurope.com/cummings/index.html"&gt;EE Cummings&lt;/a&gt; - i carry your heart&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;pre&gt;i carry your heart with me(i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart)i am never without it(anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   i fear&lt;br /&gt;no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want&lt;br /&gt;no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-5541158636450597936?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/5541158636450597936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=5541158636450597936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5541158636450597936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/5541158636450597936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-carry-your-heart-i-carry-it-in-my.html' title='I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) by ee cummings'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-3212420677247078994</id><published>2007-03-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:08:02.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am once again after a long time, blogging. I bet no one checks this blog anymore. Lolx! That's ok with me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine. The ones that love me ... or so they say. I'm not a very good friend. When I say I'll be there. I'll be there.. but only ears I offer.. nothing more nothing less. I'm sorry that I can't advise, encourage and else what but there's still a shoulder if you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine. I can't do anything but I'll still offer and try. I can't give you anything that others can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends of mine. At the surface I may look happy. I truly am. But some nights of bedtime, my pillows are damp, my vision's blurry, I'm flooded in my own tears.&lt;br /&gt;The things that hurts me, only my diary knows now... and the ones that reads it of course. No more will I tell anyone about what's inside, because what more will anyone understand?&lt;br /&gt;I made it this way. I know. But when I'm hurt.. it seems that I say hurtful things too.. I don't want to hurt people because I'M hurt. Even if i don't say hurtful things.... good friends as such would feel sad because I am.... and I don't want them to be sad because I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain I feel, I share alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-3212420677247078994?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/3212420677247078994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=3212420677247078994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3212420677247078994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3212420677247078994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-here-i-am-once-again-after-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-3820039993463174454</id><published>2007-03-26T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T01:30:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the same</title><content type='html'>Whahahaha! Kimmy is soooo stupid! She sign'd in and then and then and then..she left it on. I wanted to blog. but then..it came here! Whahahahha. ok..since kimmy has not blog'd since er..when feb? dont know. but yea. i'll blog for her. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still sideways..really crabby. She admit'd it herself! Hmm..what else. She's still skinny. Still stupid. Still dumb. Been playing CS! (I have to admit. She's getting better! *Jangan Kembang!*) She always uses this same gun..commando..a guy that day said she can commando him anytime! Lolx. Her stupid nick on cs is 0.0 why kill me? damn dumb right? *sigh* can't believe she's actually my sister.&lt;br /&gt;She's been lazy...not baking any cookies!!! and then..she's still sleeping everywhere. still stupid. still dumb. Hmm..what else. She has a 'boy' on her leg. DOn't know why. But she does. Her stupid 'parang chai' (as Zhang call's it) is still swimming. sideways. like herself. feel like doing something to it. maybe kill it? or..i dont know. ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..yea..that's about it..still stupid..still dumb. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-3820039993463174454?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/3820039993463174454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=3820039993463174454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3820039993463174454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/3820039993463174454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-same.html' title='Still the same'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-2779090438321297614</id><published>2007-02-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T19:09:59.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>IM BACK ! lolx</title><content type='html'>leemin and michelle came over on tuesday to bake some cupcakes/muffins. Lolx! it was supposed to be cupcakes but it turned out to be muffins.. well wrong recipe? wtv it was still good i guess, icing was intensely SWEEEEET!! Lolx! i gave all my muffins to my friends and cousins. Had one for myself. it was ok lah . We decorated them ! wee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been having this feeling of ALONE TIME&lt;br /&gt;i need some ME TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. im listening to B.E.P-Bebot and i just remembered that jenwae used to call me filipino. Lolx! he said i look like one. damn .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just wanted to start blogging again.. but i've got not much to blog abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that i need me time, and I've been procrastinating. yerp. ok ! signing off now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s If you wanted the praise and credit in the first place, should have just done it yourself and not ask from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-2779090438321297614?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/2779090438321297614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=2779090438321297614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2779090438321297614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/2779090438321297614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-lolx.html' title='IM BACK ! lolx'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116935933607783604</id><published>2007-01-21T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:02:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes i havent been updating but I AM here now aren't I?! Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;so... i'll just get on with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday and Aaron had math tuition but he didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : No need go lah mummy.. he is just gonna teach chapter one again. I already know chapter one.. all i donno is paragon ..&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy : Paragon?? huh?? isnt it Polygon?? Lolx&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : hahahahaha! oh yea! paragon is a pokemon ! Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, at pizza hut, Kelly's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : Jie ! you know how I bathe anot?? Lolx!! I take the scrubbing thing and then I scrub my face then I scrub my armpits then i scrub my face again then the other armpit and my face then later i scrub down there ! and then scrub my face again !! =D Lololx&lt;br /&gt;Jie : No wonder you got so many pimples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116935933607783604?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116935933607783604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116935933607783604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116935933607783604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116935933607783604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-yes-i-havent-been-updating-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116791036910247708</id><published>2007-01-04T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:17:57.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiree'</title><content type='html'>Lalala~ I wanna blog about my baby !!! heheheh!! Her name is deriree' ! She's damn cool and cute! lalala~ hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my daughter !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/846835/desiree%27%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/397149/desiree%27%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/50413/desiree%27%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/859716/desiree%27%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/26320/desirae%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/400/655940/desirae%20ii.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116791036910247708?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116791036910247708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116791036910247708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116791036910247708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116791036910247708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2007/01/desiree.html' title='Desiree&apos;'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116748767568080197</id><published>2006-12-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:50:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang and Christmas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures taken in midvalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/399770/christmas%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/682483/christmas%20076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/32831/christmas%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/128693/christmas%20071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/37138/christmas%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/816576/christmas%20072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/792649/christmas%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/725354/christmas%20070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soldier smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/287334/christmas%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/454759/christmas%20074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/64728/christmas%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/910698/christmas%20075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/363559/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/430338/aa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/692080/christmas%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/462210/christmas%20069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/431258/christmas%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/474997/christmas%20066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/335842/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/243728/aaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hug attack !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/204607/christmas%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/732998/christmas%20067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/443850/christmas%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/798167/christmas%20055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/256360/christmas%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/925235/christmas%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/658042/christmas%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/67492/christmas%20033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/389968/christmas%20031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/944939/christmas%20031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/729406/christmas%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/713654/christmas%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/949211/christmas%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/478775/christmas%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/584278/christmas%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/177374/christmas%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/457998/christmas%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/682911/christmas%20058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another hug attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/194527/christmas%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/319427/christmas%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/4529/christmas%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/762174/christmas%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/296433/christmas%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/399893/christmas%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/44830/christmas%20026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/241185/christmas%20026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/792444/christmas%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/528178/christmas%20062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/272176/christmas%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/954126/christmas%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/467616/christmas%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/359767/christmas%20047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/197940/christmas%20060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/902706/christmas%20060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/260167/christmas%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/878140/christmas%20052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/196885/christmas%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/312535/christmas%20065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTMAS EVE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;presenting to you.... : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HAMMY THE POSER !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/62997/christmas%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/312011/christmas%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/872013/christmas%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/272604/christmas%20079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/577059/christmas%20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/987835/christmas%20083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/227017/christmas%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/787259/christmas%20085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/547158/christmas%20088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/504430/christmas%20088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/750617/christmas%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/542307/christmas%20087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid Ex bodyguard [hmph] , me , and my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/308004/christmas%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/274122/christmas%20086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/498492/christmas%20089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/867924/christmas%20089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/952948/christmas%20091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/187854/christmas%20091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/350484/christmas%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/110551/christmas%20092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/860257/christmas%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/102017/christmas%20093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/116480/christmas%20090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/765642/christmas%20090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/488425/christmas%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/160964/christmas%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/974850/christmas%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/481070/christmas%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/878222/christmas%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/776319/christmas%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/438689/christmas%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/276904/christmas%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/624602/christmas%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/488910/christmas%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/82906/christmas%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/752639/christmas%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/807841/christmas%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/562793/christmas%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/651981/christmas%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/718559/christmas%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/1600/923487/christmas%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7456/1096/320/181256/christmas%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116748767568080197?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116748767568080197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116748767568080197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116748767568080197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116748767568080197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/12/penang-and-christmas.html' title='Penang and Christmas !'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116740033339858907</id><published>2006-12-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T21:52:13.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short update. heheh! im lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resigned on the 15th of december 2006. Two days later my family and I went to Penang!! It was quite fun there. I actually missed Ah ham. O.O But that stupid boy didnt miss us !!! hpmh!!! Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be posted up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Penang, we had a Christmas Bbq on the eve. It was great~! None of my friends showed up but it's ok. My other friends did! =D which made the whole day great. hehe! yerp.. had extra presents this year.. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES WILL BE POSTED UP!&lt;br /&gt;they say pictures say a thousand words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116740033339858907?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116740033339858907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116740033339858907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116740033339858907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116740033339858907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/12/lalala-short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116541526991825246</id><published>2006-12-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:27:50.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lolx.. i remember my last post was when i was at a cc playing pko.. Lolx.. i was making an account and lvling up to lvl 9. Lolx. and that was damn long ago .. lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT HAVE TO TIME TO UPDATE! SO SUE ME! IT'S NOT LIKE YOU ALL READ MY BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ! lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's the 6th of december.. i feel like that holidays are ending so soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i've not spend them nicely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shites man.. my previous posts are so emo..&lt;br /&gt;have not been being emo lately.. but listening to emo songs.. because they are nice . Lolx !&lt;br /&gt;Credits go to Ah Ham for burning me a nice cd too. Lolx !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... life's been... about working.. going out... and working some more.. birthdays andd... full stop.&lt;br /&gt;yerp.. that's about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.. no pictures. I dont have any with me.. if you want to see them.. go to &lt;a href="http://lovettechelle.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;chelle's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://leeemin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;leemin's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo.... yea..&lt;br /&gt;i want to shop.&lt;br /&gt;buy lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;sleep a whole 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;eat like a pig with my money.&lt;br /&gt;all this after the 15th of dec when i resign.&lt;br /&gt;now... im off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;tata-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116541526991825246?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116541526991825246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116541526991825246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116541526991825246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116541526991825246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/12/lolx.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116352431346041023</id><published>2006-11-15T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:11:53.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel emo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116352431346041023?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116352431346041023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116352431346041023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116352431346041023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116352431346041023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-feel-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116343803121156335</id><published>2006-11-14T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:20:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here's an update after… hmm? A few days? A week? Nvm, here it is anyway.,.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Physically, I'm ok I guess… normal.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mentally, I've learned some new things…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Emotionally, it has been like a car driving over the hills… up and down, up and down..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel fine, hyper and just great. Before you know it, everything falls down hill…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spiritually, I've not been going to church but talking to Him more than usual… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Health wise, weird~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Started work two Mondays ago… on my first week… I had multiple insults. LOLX &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like seriously.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My store head: Kimberly, tomorrow please at least wear some lip gloss.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Topshop supervisor: *Looks at my black baggy pants * How old are you? Why are you wearing that kinda pants * gives a disgusted look* &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lolx! I didn't mind the topshop supervisor's comment though. Lolx.. he is gay.. and nice. Lolx&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My store head: Kimberly, tomorrow please at least wear a hair band..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Can I help you???&lt;br /&gt;French customer: it is ok.. I’m much taller than you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Waaaah~ that one really sakit hati loh. Lolx &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other than that working at Pumpkin Patch is ok. It's so super boring with a low pay but I like the little kids who comes in… oh, and I like my store head assistant also… she's damn slumber. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to blog more about the little kids and my store head assistant but I'm lazy so yea. Lolx! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Besides working… my life has been busy but I'm not complaining.. I like it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course there are the downs to it too… Everything changed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like I've totally lost contact with my friends' lives but that is somehow my fault because I made myself busy… I was supposed to call michelle last night but couldn't because my phone was dead and I wasn't home… by the time I reached home I was too tired and I figured that she was already asleep, considering her grandmother wakes up super early to scold her… Lolx &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things didn't only change outside but also at home… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Draws in deep breath * &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Contemplates * &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Exhales * &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Lolx *&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can't find anyone to be close too now… Everyone is so secretive. Yes, I agree… I'm secretive myself too… but somehow, it doesn't feel right. I did say that I want to keep everything bottled up but again… it still doesn't feel right…. I'm just by myself right now… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God's my best friend now… it's good in a way but I still need someone to respond to me… to say something back, to reply… I won't be able to do that with Him because I don't know how to hear Him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a feeling that nobody trusts me anymore…well, yeah I don't like it but I can't trust anyone anymore either.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still trust Chelle, Trif, Min, Annie and lyn of course… but I don't know what has been going on with them lately…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;yea, again, it is my fault because I've been busy…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somehow I like it that I'm busy right now and not wasting time as I have been doing the past few years, but I hate it too because I've not squeeze in any time for my friends… soon I will though… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought that if I started work… I could disappear from everything… but it didn't work because I didn't let it… =P I’m weak remember. Lolx&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do wish, though, that I'll be able to just run away to another country and make new friends for a few months and when I come back, everything would obviously change but I'll take those changes as a new beginning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can't wait to get my salary… that time, I know I'll feel more independent. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's a new step to climb right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can't wait for my next birthday too.. *License * I'll feel much, MUCH MORE INDEPENDENT !!! MEAHEHEHEHE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So… yea that's about it… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/s I've got so many debts to pay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sniff*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P/s/s according to my health pie chart regarding my health problems and what I'm doing about it… my death prediction would be 5 more years… wow… that's a long life live !! =OOO&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;LOLX ! This is my own prediction of course, so annie don’t worry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116343803121156335?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116343803121156335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116343803121156335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116343803121156335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116343803121156335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='an update'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116223456260573691</id><published>2006-10-31T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:56:02.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really hope he reads this</title><content type='html'>You know before knowing about your nick, I already planned to just get over you. I planned to make you absent but still there. I planned to just forget everything. I prayed and talk to God the whole night. The WHOLE night before falling asleep. The other times when I prayed to the Lord to help me forget about you, I dont think He ever helped me because I didn't have faith in it.&lt;br /&gt;But now I seriously have faith in the Lord, He WILL help me get over you with the lift of his finger. And I was really happy to finally know that I'll get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly very simple. Everytime people asked me to just forget about you, everytime they call you a jerk, I feel like crying because it wasnt as simple doing it than saying it.&lt;br /&gt;I knew yesterday that I will get over you, I was a quarter near to a half over you. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;But today, when I knew about your nick; I was hurt and that quarter was gone, it was back to FULL!&lt;br /&gt;I think it is because you hurt me. You hurt me alot and I find that everytime you hurt me I fall deeper. and.. Lolx! I have a theory to it.. It is because when you hurt me, I feel it, when I feel it, I feel for you that is why I keep on falling for you when I do get over you. I've gotten over you a few times. Honestly, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now because I trust and have faith in the Lord that He WILL help me.. so don't worry I'll get over you.. just don't hurt me anymore because I'm scared I'll feel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s God show me Your miracle&lt;br /&gt;P/s/s This is so not relevant but but.. I've been seeing things O.O it's freaking me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First occurence - Tongvern's hse :- I saw his brother's room door closing when I went to the toilet, he checked, no one was there.&lt;br /&gt;Second - *i forgot where* :- saw something at the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;Third - Aaron's room :- Saw something black standing tall at a glance, look back again, it was clothes.. hahahahahaha! oklah~ this is nth. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s/s I found out that, happiness is MY best medicine, when I typed out this emo post I didn't feel sad. Laughter came from being happy, therefore happiness can also be the best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;SO don't hurt me, make me HAPPY. It'll cure this disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116223456260573691?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116223456260573691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116223456260573691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116223456260573691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116223456260573691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-really-hope-he-reads-this.html' title='I really hope he reads this'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116196482954767426</id><published>2006-10-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:20:55.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stranger wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headlines: WANTED!&lt;br /&gt;A wish waiting to be granted&lt;br /&gt;Searching high and low&lt;br /&gt;For something to take this toll&lt;br /&gt;An item to vent on&lt;br /&gt;But nothing with; that I can bond&lt;br /&gt;A soul that will listen&lt;br /&gt;A soul that will be here but distant&lt;br /&gt;Judgemental thoughts will not differ&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116196482954767426?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116196482954767426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116196482954767426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116196482954767426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116196482954767426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/stranger-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116196357017001048</id><published>2006-10-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:39:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I should forgive you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116196357017001048?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116196357017001048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116196357017001048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116196357017001048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116196357017001048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-i-should-forgive-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116100445395798558</id><published>2006-10-16T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T02:11:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My english essay.</title><content type='html'>Question : Write a story with the ending : .....       "I'll always remember all that you've done for me"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows of her eyelids opened. She stared at the white surroundings. It was the same every morning ever since she was diagnosed with cancer. Little Stacie has been living in that hospital room for about 3 years now. Her body was very weak and it was taking longer for her cancer to be cured. Her pretty auburn red hair was no more.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It was a depressing life for a little girl to live that way. She never had any friends as she was diagnosed before she entered kindergarten. Her only friends were Little Jimmy, her stuffed rabbit and Mr. Spidey which was a spider that lived in her room at the right corner of the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; One day, a girl that was about 11 years old visited her. Stacie found it rather odd as she never had anyone besides her parents visiting her. The girl waved and smiled at Stacie when she woke up from her sleep. Her smile was sweet but Stacie was frightened. She introduced herself as Bridget. Bridget told Stacie that she was a volunteer from school. Bridget was doing some kind of project Stacie didn't understand but whatever it was, Stacie wished that Bridget would go away.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bridget came back the next day and the next and the next. Everyday that she was there, Stacie never said a word to her. Bridget didn't mind the horror-stricken face that Stacie gave every time she entered the room. Bridget would talk for hours about school and would sometimes try to make Stacie say something.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Days became into weeks and Stacie began to get used to Bridget. She would let Bridget play with Little Jimmy and they would sing and laugh. Before Bridget, she never knew any other songs then "I'm a little teapot" and "&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;London&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;". Because Bridget introduced her something special, Stacie felt like she should share something too. She didn’t know what to share about. She stared at the ceiling thinking deeply, till it came to her mind. She would introduce Mr. Spidey! Well, her parents didn't even know she was friends with Mr. Spidey and Bridget would be the first to know. &lt;i&gt;What a great plan, &lt;/i&gt;she thought.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bridget was afraid of Mr.Spidey but she didn't show it. She appreciated what Stacie was trying to do. Bridget continued visiting Stacie even after she said she was done with her project. She only visited during the weekends though, but every time she came she brought along fun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was once Stacie wished she could get out of that room, get out of that hospital and see beyond it. Bridget noted the extreme sadness on Stacie's soft face. The next day, Bridget came back with presents for Stacie. They were potted plants, grass and butterflies. A Tupperware filled with sand from the beach, a bottle of sea water and a bottle of lake water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "If I can't bring you to them, I'll bring them to you!” Bridget had said with a smile. Stacie      was overjoyed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie's cancer had begun to worsen but her love for Bridget had grown and brightened. She looked forward to the weekends when her week would be brightened up by Bridget from the mundane, depression and pain from the cancer. There was a month where Bridget had gone for Summer Camp. How Stacie missed her was indescribable but she stayed strong because Bridget had told her to. When Bridget was back from camp, Stacie was ecstatic! She wanted Bridget's full attention. She was practicing a 'welcome back' song for Bridget during the month she was gone. She could now finally sing it to her. Stacie even wrote her a poem and made her something out of ice-cream sticks that she made her mom eat.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Two years came and went; Stacie was now 9 years old and Bridget, 13. Bridget visited her as always but this time her smile was the other way around. Bridget told Stacie that this weekend would be her last. She would be moving away with her family to another state to study in a private school. Stacie started tearing and didn't want to hear any further, she couldn't stand the pain in her heart. Her best and only friend was leaving her. This was, by far, the worst pain that she ever felt despite having cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't shed anymore tears for me, Stacie. It hurts me so to see an angel cry. I'll be back one of these days and I promise you more fun when I'm here," said Bridget to a sobbing Stacie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget took out a locket with a picture of both of them smiling. Something for Stacie to remember her by. Stacie then gave her Little Jimmy in exchange for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie couldn't say a word as everything she said was overpowered by sobbing. She quickly scribbled down on a piece of paper and gave it to Bridget. It was all about how she had grown to love Bridget and p.s "I'll always remember all that you've done for me."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/12764444-116100445395798558?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116100445395798558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116100445395798558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116100445395798558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116100445395798558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-english-essay.html' title='My english essay.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116083772439992643</id><published>2006-10-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:31:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;of all days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I ran out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;EGGS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;something is against me baking &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/12764444-116083772439992643?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116083772439992643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116083772439992643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116083772439992643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116083772439992643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-all-days.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116083604094919817</id><published>2006-10-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:30:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so..... I've neglected my blog. Lolx! was supposed to blog about last friday, 7th Oct '06, hahah ! but I sorta have not been coming online. SO yea, anyway I'll get on with my postS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 7th Oct '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Lantern Fest today.. Lolx !&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet up with Chelle, Min, Phil and Ren at Laundry Bar, Curve but I couldnt make it. Yes, I'm sorry I ffk-ed Lolx! I celebrated lantern festival with my family instead. Cousins included. Lolx! I called Vincent to celebrate with us too.. Mei, Chris, and Ngah Ming came along too. OH!! Yeen and Derrick came! None of us expected them to come. So it was quite surprising but good. Because I called Vincent to come, I obviously had to layan him, but you see... I suck at layan-ing ppl. All was good though.. HE entertained everyone with his nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and a good thing that I didn't meet up with them at Curve. haha! I got a phone call from them saying that they'll join us. hahah !&lt;br /&gt;So we all played with candles, fire and basketball. Lolx !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that.. it started to rain -.- It was a mere drizzle at first. We could have made it home being half wet.. but nooooo~ my cousins dropped a whole lot of shit candles and they wanted to pick them up -.- it was just candles. So anyway we waited for them to quickly collect. I helped! *grin* hehe! THEN it started to drizzle a lil heavily.. and broke out into a rain.. and quickly into a... HEAVY RAIN?? hahah !! damn. We were all running back soaking wet. Lolx! Renee was with us and she was wearing *stupid* shoes so she couldnt run. Chris carried her. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea came home, dried ourselves, bathe, changed, chatted. PICS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was talking to EVERYONE lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20003.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20004.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this pic wei.. Lolx !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/ruums%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/ruums%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok~~~ so i kinda forgot what happened the whole entire week. hehe! Because this whole week felt like a month. Went to school on Wednesday.. have been sleeping around 7am and waking up 3-7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;In summary we celebrated Michelle Leong Yee Ling's birthday today. LOLX! Michelle be thankful that I spelt THAT full name instead of the other full name that Tongvern gave you. haha! It was Dinner at Souled Out. Foos at breakers. Fun at Laundry. wee~~&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had fun lah dear.. everything was planned out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. I did something that I thought was just harmless until Shoan pointed it out and now i feel so fucking grossed about it.. like like.. shit man.. I'll keep my distance from that 'thing' I did. Lolx! Dorky cute in my eyes, a weirdo in someone elses. lalala~ im so fucking mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 14th Oct '06&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me something that I sort of suspected but didn't want it to come true. Though I would be dissapointed if it wasnt what I thought it was. Like maybe on that day I was hoping for that to be true but now... like it's so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Pat/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was supposed to be long but I'm just ever so lazy. In short, I was busy this week. Which was good. I have a feeling that I'll be a corpse on my bed next week. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I've been wanting to bake this whole week and never got the chance to. So, I think I'll go bake now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I'm evil !&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s it's your english !&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s Pics on friday the 13th will be posted up in another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116083604094919817?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116083604094919817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116083604094919817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116083604094919817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116083604094919817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-116017484016445211</id><published>2006-10-07T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:47:20.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo shit</title><content type='html'>I feel emo rite now. lantern festival was great. I'll blog abt that later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day had it's ups and downs.. but so far it was good.. and I thought my day ended quite ok too when I received happy texts..&lt;br /&gt;If only I really ended it by going to bed.. I stayed up and was online instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. what do you have against me, seriously? I dont believe ever hurting you.. why do you like to hurt me?? and what's wrong with me liking someone else? someone you know? you blardy piece of arrogant shit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand you anymore.. but yet I can't get enough of you either..&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder if you've ever meant so much to a girl before?? ever wonder abt the things you say can make a girl feel so differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the both of you... you're both alike every damn speck of you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you soooo much..&lt;br /&gt;ONE comment ONE short sentence and you are able to splinter my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her&lt;br /&gt;I do love her but sometimes I hate her so much. .&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what's up it seems.. that's because I've stopped telling you things.. because you cant keep it..&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg.. im crying im crying im crying..&lt;br /&gt;Man.. this has been going on for two years.. first you invaded my privacy but I trusted you again.. yet you still continue to do it..&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you my secrets anymore.. I can't tell anyone my secrets in fact..&lt;br /&gt;I have to ask YOU for 'permission' to do something that YOU, yourself, is doing!?&lt;br /&gt;like wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm losing my friends..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like they're all gone&lt;br /&gt;they're all still here but not here&lt;br /&gt;I miss trif so much that going out with her on tuesday wasnt enough. Despite how I felt when SHE could make HIM laugh more than I could. I still love her.. I miss her so much.. even tho we talked at night.. I felt like it wasnt enough.. I miss the whole trif.. Eventhough we laughed so much and made a few memorable moments I felt like it wasn't enough to compensate the times that I missed out with her..&lt;br /&gt;I miss shee A WHOLE LOT !! sometimes when I think abt her I feel uneasy.. because of what happened.. I'm not even sure if it was my fault or his, but shee... I'm sorry.. I miss you..! and I doubt we'll ever gonna hang out anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I miss annie.... I'm so sorry for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like chelle and leemin are gone too.. I don't know much abt them anymore.. only general stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-116017484016445211?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/116017484016445211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=116017484016445211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116017484016445211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/116017484016445211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-shit.html' title='emo shit'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115962125060534085</id><published>2006-09-30T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:00:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.. hahah ! it's damn weird and gross but .. what the heck, who the hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that my pubic hair fell off ! whahahahahah !!&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny ! I went to the loo to pee and obviously after pee-ing I wipe my pussy.. and the weird thing is after wiping .. some pussy hair was stuck on the tissue.. like wtf wtf ! o.O&lt;br /&gt;I was really curious so I wiped my pussy again.. and more pussy hair came off !&lt;br /&gt;So I took the water-sprayer-thingy-to-spray-your-ass-after-shitting and sprayed my pussy and&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFGLASERGUNPEWPEWPEW&lt;br /&gt;"I'VE GOT A BALD PUSSY !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whahahahahahaha!!! such a nice dream ~ no need to go for bikini waxing. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I just realised that I have just blogged abt something so fcuking disgusting.. -.-' hahahaah !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115962125060534085?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115962125060534085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115962125060534085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115962125060534085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115962125060534085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115937987715741252</id><published>2006-09-28T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T01:57:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maid made in Cambodia</title><content type='html'>*Mom puts her phone on loud speaker. Her voice msgs came on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello ah... Cordelia here. Your maid has already arrived you can collect her tomorrow or wednesday lah huh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of msg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee~~~~ so yes.. we finally got our maid ! She's Cambodian! SMALL! and... apparently Cambodians are timid ppl, if we shout they would get frightened and actually cry !&lt;br /&gt;So we can't shout.. sis and I think she came to the wrong hse. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Our hse is fucking noisy and we're always shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Cordelia the agency said she shouted once or twice and they cried for her. haahha !&lt;br /&gt;But the one thing good for coming here is for the food. Maggi mee is luxury for them. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;They only eat beans and.. something else. i forgot. haha! wee!&lt;br /&gt;We gotsa maid maid !&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are almost over and I'm glad ! I'm getting annoyed but someone but it's ayte.&lt;br /&gt;AND SOMEONE JUST MSGED ME ! *GRINS* brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK! I'm so so so fcuking happy !! wee~ happy happy happy~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flies to bed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115937987715741252?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115937987715741252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115937987715741252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115937987715741252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115937987715741252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/maid-made-in-cambodia.html' title='Maid made in Cambodia'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115893650103382813</id><published>2006-09-22T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:48:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Japanese Lady</title><content type='html'>I went to midv after school today. Went to metrojaya to use their toilet..&lt;br /&gt;While my mom and amelyn was loo-ing, Amanda, Aunty ann and I sat outside waiting for them. Then I decided to wash my hands.. because I remembered doing something dirty with it. Pls don't drift. So into the loo I went to wash my hands.&lt;br /&gt;In the loo, I saw this old lady having difficulties with the tap. She couldn't push it as it was hard. SO, lalala~ I push it for her and helped her wash her hands. She said "Arigato" and I was O.O ooh~ japanese. Interesting. *I didn't know Japanese ppl look ..like.. Chinese ppl* whahah !&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on her way out, she didn't see the small tiny.. step.. and she tripped and fell.. flew... and landed with a *THUMP*.. no seriously.. the thump was damn loud.&lt;br /&gt;SO lalala~ I tried to help her out but she was heavy and I am tiny. Luckily Aunty Ann came and helped.. she then called the old lady's daughter in.&lt;br /&gt;SO lalala~ we helped her out.. and all the while she was speaking in Japanese to her daughter.. and.. us.. Obviously we didn't understand.. All those time watching anime.. wasted. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is... I'M A GOOD CITIZEN ! =D XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY EYEBAGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmeh%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmeh%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HIDE EYEBAGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmeh%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmeh%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Use chopsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmeh%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmeh%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to eat chicken wings. ahhaah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmeh%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmeh%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is !! ... im lame .. -.- IM BORED OK ! IM AT HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT. kimmy can't take this.. lalala~ and NO! I'm NOT ALWAYS out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115893650103382813?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115893650103382813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115893650103382813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115893650103382813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115893650103382813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-japanese-lady.html' title='Old Japanese Lady'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115860867430347173</id><published>2006-09-19T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:53:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for the Sadness</title><content type='html'>This month has been going really &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;depressing&lt;/span&gt; . Everything and everyone is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends and weather.&lt;br /&gt;Though I like the weather this way. Lolx. But I don't like my family and friends being this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like seeing someone being sad and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;not knowing why&lt;/span&gt; and not being able to help. I feel useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like seeing someone being sad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and knowing why&lt;/span&gt; but not being able to help. I feel even MORE useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like not being able to hear and be there for them to vent their anger on. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To let it out.. to let go. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see them sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and everyone's down in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dumps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a prayer, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;don't know how to pray&lt;/span&gt;.. but here it is :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HARLOW !! &lt;/span&gt;Lolx ! Lord I pray for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for my family and friends. I pray that their &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; period would be over and I pray that you shower them with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Grandpa&lt;/span&gt; would be fine. Thank You Lord for being there with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; through his operation. I pray that whatever happens to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; You would still be there for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;, Lord. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Sabina's&lt;/span&gt; eye operation went well too. Lord, please give &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Danni J&lt;/span&gt; his strength back so that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Triffany &lt;/span&gt;would be happy. I want my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Triffany&lt;/span&gt; back ! I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt; would be happy with what &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; would be getting Lord. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;she'll&lt;/span&gt; feel content now with whom&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; she's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be with later. Eternal Love for the both of them. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;would overcome and pass &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;test from You. I do not know what's really going on with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Amelyn&lt;/span&gt;; Lord, but I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she'll&lt;/span&gt; be fine and would stop playing Gaia. Help &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; study. I pray that those fleas would leave &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; alone, Lord. I also pray that You would help &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; anger, Lord. It's not nice nor good to be so angry. Please give &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leemin&lt;/span&gt; strength too, so that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't break down and cry anymore. I pray that all ends well for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; and begins better. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; reads &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; bible and You would be there for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; tears fall as I'm unable to do that. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;JenWae&lt;/span&gt; will realise what he has lost. I may not know what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leemin&lt;/span&gt; is going through but I pray Lord that you would help &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in whatever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; going through. It doesn't look like it's good. Lolx. Please mend &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Annette's&lt;/span&gt; family, Lord. You know they love You, You know they love each other too. I pray that they'll come to forgive one another. I pray that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; won't do what &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; wants too, Lord.. I'm afraid of what might happen to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. But ahh~ ler &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; learn from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;mistakes. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Please help &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vincent &lt;/span&gt;with his girl problem. Lolx. Help &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; know what to do whenever it occurs. I also pray that You would help &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shoan&lt;/span&gt; be the 'NEW' man&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; wants to be. To move on, to forget. Right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Please help us all and Bless us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115860867430347173?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115860867430347173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115860867430347173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115860867430347173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115860867430347173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/prayer-for-sadness.html' title='A Prayer for the Sadness'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115816194042428420</id><published>2006-09-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:39:00.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha ! damn fucking dead lah this blog. So blah . I have a feeling that I'll be sleeping a whole lot this week. I can feel it . hahaa! Even when aunty jane asked when am I gonna be teaching her how to strum the guitar, Lolx, I said not this week because I'm gonna be sleeping this whole week . FUck man. and exams are next week !&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school.. has been quite funny this few weeks but I dread the studying. Everytime a teacher enters the classroom, automatically I feel stupid. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trif : Joanne do you have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pad&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;Joanne : Sorry. Eh, I have one. But it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;inky&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Trif and I : O.O&lt;br /&gt;Joanne : *takes out a pen*&lt;br /&gt;LOLX! It actually sounded sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trif : *flashes leg* see got any dents in my legs anot... nvm .. *unflashes leg* hard to find&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah ! only very few will get this . LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy : Where did you park?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : It's nearby but far.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy : *Looks at me* O.o&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy : Whaaat? I understand Lolx It's nearby but far lah&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Jane : I tell you all ah.. must write your own dictionary lah . The definition of near but far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stole this from chelle's blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;science&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;colours&lt;/span&gt; are useful for animals to&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; attract&lt;/span&gt; mates.&lt;br /&gt;Chelle : oh looook *points at sentence* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey baby im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. yea. come and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115816194042428420?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115816194042428420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115816194042428420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115816194042428420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115816194042428420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-damn-fucking-dead-lah-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115782178797705436</id><published>2006-09-10T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:28:52.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Death !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many of us fear&lt;br /&gt;When will it occur?&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks? A month after?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Today? Later!?&lt;br /&gt;Images of memories appear&lt;br /&gt;Before your eyes it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a show at a movie theatre&lt;br /&gt;Will my death be printed out in the morning papers?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; orbituary&lt;/span&gt;; but no matter&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it's enough to flatter.&lt;br /&gt;It would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; to die for a&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even better;&lt;br /&gt;To die as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;martyr !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death ! &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;What it would be like when you're a goner?&lt;br /&gt;As my interest grows fonder&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, will my&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones remember?&lt;br /&gt;My funeral ! A thought to ponder&lt;br /&gt;on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;sunny&lt;/span&gt; day or under the weather?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it to be any more sadder&lt;br /&gt;So, the dresscode is anything in bright &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;This may not be a pleasure to hear&lt;br /&gt;but I want my life to end faster&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; and queer &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please don't think of me as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;joker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet my heavenly&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much, much earlier ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me people !! what do you think about this poem !! tell me !! I need to know ~&lt;br /&gt;btw, if you think it's supposed to be an emo poem.... it's not ! Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;My first un-emo poem !&lt;br /&gt;and there you go ! i added a lil colour to it ! so it won't be so dull ... plus i think it needs colour.. course it's so long . heheh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115782178797705436?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115782178797705436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115782178797705436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115782178797705436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115782178797705436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115764458090350857</id><published>2006-09-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:56:21.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got tagged</title><content type='html'>List SEVEN songs you are into right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying NOW. Post these instructions in your blog along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Secondhand Serenade - Your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nirvana - Lithium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Travis - Love will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Funeral for a friend -  Monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Goo Goo Dolls - I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hawthorne Heights - Silver bullet (acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dj Armin Van Buren &amp;amp; Dj tiesto - Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe~ lala~ i'm lazy to do this tag properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag the first seven people who reads this. Lolx. lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115764458090350857?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115764458090350857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115764458090350857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115764458090350857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115764458090350857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/got-tagged.html' title='Got tagged'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115756164903393737</id><published>2006-09-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:10:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I need to start studying.. I'm feeling.. useless. Not knowing anything at all. But I can't bring myself to study.. right now I'm doing my moral tugasan.. looking up for some shit online.. but my mind is blank and I do not know what to click.. Ahh~ fuck it. I hate this. I'm regretting now. I know I would but I still didn't study.. I'm actually quite afraid now for next year. Lolx. Knowing that Amelyn woke up early just to study... irritates me. Lolx. I'm scared that I would end up like that.. worrying abt SPM. But I know I won't wake up just to study.. I need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that I'm stupid.. I'm also feeling empty yet again. Watching that blardy anime made me feel this way. LOLX ! It's a love story that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much have been going on. I think I would be rotting at home this whole month. Chelle is grounded, leemin I don't know, trif always has plans with other ppl, and there's finals. =.= potong stim .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it ! I can't take it ! I can't study ! I'm going crazy ! *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115756164903393737?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115756164903393737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115756164903393737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115756164903393737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115756164903393737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/study-syndrome.html' title='Study Syndrome'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115711423572525308</id><published>2006-09-06T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:15:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late post</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy to blog but I'm bored so I'm gonna blog but it's gonna be a lazy post because I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;heheheh ! lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a late post. Everyone blogged about it already except me but whatever I'm gonna blog out the pictures only .. for memories~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/loveee..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/loveee..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/My%20Bday%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/My%20Bday%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/Image%28420%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/Image%28420%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fixing leemin's radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/My%20Bday%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/My%20Bday%20048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love boat. Lolx was drowning stickers in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/Image%28486%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/Image%28486%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01657.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01653.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/iui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/iui.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/DSC01633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/DSC01633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115711423572525308?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115711423572525308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115711423572525308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115711423572525308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115711423572525308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/late-post.html' title='Late post'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115747588465134520</id><published>2006-09-06T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:28:52.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It would be so much easier if this stale emotions could just dissapear without a word.&lt;br /&gt;At the crossroads where we split ways it saddens me to think that we will never meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Despite adding the emotions that are lacking,&lt;br /&gt;things cool off just as soon as I warm them but I still don't want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Just how long am I going to brood over the same word?&lt;br /&gt;How long.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that from some anime that I've been watching. Relates...alot..&lt;br /&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/12764444-115747588465134520?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115747588465134520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115747588465134520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115747588465134520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115747588465134520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-would-be-so-much-easier-if-this.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115697057762538804</id><published>2006-08-31T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T04:42:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron's birthday</title><content type='html'>so.. I can't be ignorant!! hahaha ! damn I'm so shit . But I'm still trying though. I can't ignore shits... even just now.. I couldn't ignore the shit just now. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making sense !!! *screams* LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiite I'm hyper rite now.. random shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog about my brother since it was his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He's such a wimp. He didn't want to go to school today because he was afraid of his birthday 'bash' hahaha ! I was whacking him the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy : *grins* Hi Aaron *PaaaaAAaah!* &lt;--- [ a whack on the back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;playing bball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs, jumps* "hiyack!" *PaaaAAaaH!*&lt;br /&gt;hehehe lalalal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaron has a future in the rubbish business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : Can you please go throw our rubbish ah?!&lt;br /&gt;*Aaron throwing away my rubbish*&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : When ah you see the plastic bag deep down in the rubbish bin you tell me, or when it's full then you tell me. Course I know, I am professional !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the car on our way to Steven's Corner *i think*, we didn't have much money to spend there because..err???.. we were broke?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy : Everybody drink ais kosong lah&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : Nolah.. everybody drink WATER !&lt;br /&gt;Damien and I : Ais kosong is what!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I don't have much to blog abt him.. I'll post up pictures as soon as I have uploaded it. . . which won't be soon.. Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rite.. HAPPY MERDEKA!!! *shoves a Malaysian flag at you* LOLX ! *mich* Lolx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115697057762538804?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115697057762538804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115697057762538804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115697057762538804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115697057762538804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/aarons-birthday.html' title='Aaron&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115685908736760434</id><published>2006-08-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:44:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've found out a way to not feel so much about things. I'm gonna be ignorant about almost anything that I can.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to ignore the weird feeling in my gut that's trying to come up.. It's hard to keep it down.. but I'm still gonna try.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, from now on I shall not give a damn about anything anymore. I don't care what you do or say to me. I won't care anymore. I'm just gonna ignore. Yerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid post I know, but just want to let you all know. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115685908736760434?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115685908736760434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115685908736760434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115685908736760434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115685908736760434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-ive-found-out-way-to-not-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115653882778164878</id><published>2006-08-26T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:47:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I F**l  [lolx]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt; I cant help feeling like I do&lt;br /&gt; I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt; But secretly I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; inside&lt;br /&gt; I wanna get &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; in your eyes&lt;br /&gt; A place where I can't hide&lt;br /&gt; I just wish you would hear the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and would search and find me&lt;br /&gt; I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; to stay in your arms forever&lt;br /&gt; but forever is not real; it's blasphemy&lt;br /&gt; Yet, I still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;h&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;p&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's not over&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/12764444-115653882778164878?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115653882778164878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115653882778164878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115653882778164878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115653882778164878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-fl-lolx-i-wish-i-hope-i-pray-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115653286383225151</id><published>2006-08-26T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:53:27.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random tantrums</title><content type='html'>So... I'm feeling a little left out on alot of things now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel alot man. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i feel..'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOLX. wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been in another world of my own. Seriously, I've zoned out for a few seconds a couple of times while playing foos. Lolx. It's damn weird. Even playing dota just now. Zoned out. It's damn weird. I hate it. Quite alot has been running through my head. I feel anger, a lil depressed, dead, somewhat happy, content, empty, neglected all at the same time. Told you there's alot running through my head. I wish it just runs away. But no~~ it's like running on a thread mill or something. Dumb shit feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this I would just wanna sleep forever. Or until when I'm feeling exhausted of feeling exhausted. Get it? No? Lolx! But somehow.... I don't feel like that anymore !!!!! I can't use sleep to escape from reality anymore ! Reality are entering my fantasies ! Bitch ! I'm dreaming about the things that I'm thinking about. I'm dreaming about the things I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;ISHness! I feel and dream alot. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh blah. Enough of this shit.. my english is getting suckier and suckier with every sentence I type out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being looked down on. I'm sick of being a noob in everything I do. I'm sick of .. fuck I cant even remember what was that word that describes what I'm sick of. I'm sick of being so incompetent. I'm sick of being so negative! Yet being positive isn't actually helping either. FUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish..&lt;br /&gt;I feel..&lt;br /&gt;differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so left out in everything.. everyone has.... blah&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get sick of the word 'feel' and 'sick' LOLX&lt;br /&gt;DAMN !!! I CANT STAND MYSELF !&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here.. and blog again later. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala~~&lt;br /&gt;I f**l [lolx] s**k of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/12764444-115653286383225151?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115653286383225151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115653286383225151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115653286383225151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115653286383225151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-tantrums.html' title='Random tantrums'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115636673518142956</id><published>2006-08-24T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:58:55.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BORED ! BORED ! BORED ! BORED ! BORED ! BORED ! BORED ! BORED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Communicate With Your Ears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/ears.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love conversations, both as a listener and a talker.&lt;br /&gt;What people say is important to you, and you're often most affected by words, not actions.&lt;br /&gt;You love to hear complements from others. And when you're upset, you often talk to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Music is very important to you. It's difficult to find you without your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyoucommunicatequiz/"&gt;How Do You Communicate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Poet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/poet.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a way with words... and a talent for drawing the pure emotions out of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;Your poetry has the potential to make people laugh and cry at the same time. You just need to write it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsortofartistshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sort of Artist Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115636673518142956?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115636673518142956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115636673518142956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115636673518142956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115636673518142956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/bored-bored-bored-bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115627846653239997</id><published>2006-08-23T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T04:32:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*happy*</title><content type='html'>I was feeling a lil fcuk'd up this morning, ok not morning.. I was still asleep at that time; afternoon, but now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy Hiew is.. happy ! *big big wide wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. Finally got new shoes.. I hate making decisions so as per usual I took a long time to decide which pair of shoes I wanted and in the end I picked the first one that was in my option list. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~ Then I got a new radio for my room~! YaY! and the condition for the new radio was to clean up my whole effin room. Now it's so clean.. I can't believe it. It's so clean.. it looks like i just moved in despite the fact that I havent swept it or mopped it. hehe ! lalala~ *lazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes&lt;br /&gt;New radio&lt;br /&gt;New toaster [lolx]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*I love daddy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want a new mixer now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and I still wanan bake my scones !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;scones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blueberry pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mudcake !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yea.. because I couldn't blog this month I've actually stored some shit into my phone to blog abt. Lolx. But it's not much.. just random conversations... If you don't find it funny.. then too bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelyn : Lets go church this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : why?&lt;br /&gt;Amelyn : Course this week they are gonna talk abt ..God... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Math teacher wrote a problem on the whiteboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Now everyone stare at the question and think how to solve it&lt;br /&gt;Me : Can I close my eyes and think teacher~?? hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : I wanna work lah&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : Go Puzzini's lah&lt;br /&gt;Aaron : I dowan there. What will I be there?&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy : Waiter lah ! You think what? very easy ah, you have to wipe the dishes, sweep and mop the floor.. steal buns.. you think very easy ah!? Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At coffeebeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : So what you wanna drink?? Iced mocha latte or Iced cafe latte&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy : Hot ah??&lt;br /&gt;Amanda : =.=' i just said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ICED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This happened last month so I can't really remember the exact words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justyne : I wanna eat pizza. Lets go eat at shakey's lah&lt;br /&gt;Leemin : First of all.. Shakey's got pizza anot?&lt;br /&gt;whahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother had to buy this scouts book thingy for.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scouts??&lt;/span&gt; But he didn't have the time to do so.. So he asked my mom to get it for him.. My mom obviously didn't know what book is it... blah.. My brother decided to draw it out for her.... ... and asked her to show it to the sales person, he said they would understand.. so tell me... you understand anot?? Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/scan0002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/scan0002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115627846653239997?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115627846653239997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115627846653239997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115627846653239997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115627846653239997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy.html' title='*happy*'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115610318741848526</id><published>2006-08-21T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:51:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing In Songs</title><content type='html'>This is how I'm feeling.... It's weird cause I dont think anyone would understand.. but yea.. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;It's bits and parts of songs and quotes expressing how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm spiraling into my doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe me when I say it's hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I was trying to disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you got me wrapped around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can hardly breathe without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to disappear&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost in your eyes now,&lt;br /&gt;You brought me down to size now. " --- 'Half Alive' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Not a million fights&lt;br /&gt;Could make me hate you&lt;br /&gt;You're invincible&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It’s true&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where I find peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can we work it out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I asked you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You would be mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; need one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time&lt;br /&gt;You've&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; been crying too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;And your tears wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt; " --- 'Broken' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Share with me the blankets that you're wrapped in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold outside cold outside its cold out side&lt;br /&gt;share with me the secrets that you kept in&lt;br /&gt;because its cold inside cold inside its cold inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and its true I cant go on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your smile makes me see clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just wait around and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I am much more you never no what lies ahead&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can be anyone I can be anything&lt;br /&gt;just because you were hurt doesn’t mean you shouldn't bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can be anyone anything I promise I can be what you need&lt;/span&gt; " --- 'Vulnerable' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;call I'm desperate for your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm listening to the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped and pollished, I am new, I am fresh&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every breath that you will take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while you are sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will bring life into my deepest hopes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, " --- 'Your Call' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Just come back I'll make it&lt;br /&gt;better than it ever was " --- 'Maybe' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Drown your fears with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is becoming a problem I'm hurting it's unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow your words,&lt;br /&gt;The way that I heard are haunting me,&lt;br /&gt;You're under my skin&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking in, " --- 'I Hate This Song' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every appearance by you&lt;/span&gt;, blinding my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share the air I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll give you my heart on a string&lt;/span&gt;, " --- 'Awake' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's over&lt;/span&gt; were gonners " --- 'Let It Roll' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I wish my life was this song&lt;br /&gt;cause songs they never die&lt;br /&gt;I could write for years and years&lt;br /&gt;and never have to cry I'd show u how I feel&lt;br /&gt;with out saying a word&lt;br /&gt;I could rap up both are hearts&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way that i feel tonight so down so down i pray i can swim just so i wont drown and the waves that crash over me i am gasping for air take my hand so i can breath as i write this last song down " --- 'The Last Song Ever' Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know now&lt;br /&gt;You're my only hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sing to me all the plans that you have for me over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all of me&lt;br /&gt;I want your symphony&lt;br /&gt;Singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm giving &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; all I have&lt;/span&gt; " --- 'Only Hope' Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken " --- 'Iris' Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;" If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."&lt;/span&gt; --- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why, why do I come here?&lt;br /&gt;Seeking out the memories I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause you put your spell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made me live a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm frozen in just the wrong time " --- 'Walnut Tree' Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever&lt;/span&gt;. " 'Ohio Is For Lovers' Hawthorne Heights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115610318741848526?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115610318741848526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115610318741848526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115610318741848526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115610318741848526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/expressing-in-songs.html' title='Expressing In Songs'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115602048505244191</id><published>2006-08-20T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T04:48:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm feeling emo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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;i wanan blog more. but i dont feel like it anymore. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/12764444-115602048505244191?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115602048505244191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115602048505244191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115602048505244191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115602048505244191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-feeling-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115513864049073920</id><published>2006-08-16T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:31:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wee~! I'm quite lazy to continue the previous post so just go to my sister's blog, linked in the previous post if you wanna know what happen lah k.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going on. Lots of things. I can recall them but I'm lazy to state them all. So I'll randomly blog about something that did happen in the past month. LOLx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spikey! so adorable.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/lalala%20005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/lalala%20005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dog sitted him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/lalala%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/lalala%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look what he did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/lalala%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/lalala%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shat on the wall. stupid dog. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/lalala%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/lalala%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115513864049073920?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115513864049073920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115513864049073920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115513864049073920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115513864049073920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/08/wee-im-quite-lazy-to-continue-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115391928762101241</id><published>2006-07-26T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:20:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faint days</title><content type='html'>To make the story short, Grandpa was admitted to the hospital. For more details read &lt;a href="http://dhoosh-whacked.blogspot.com/2006/07/help.html#links"&gt;Amelyn's blog .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he fainted into aunty jane's arms. Aunty Jane was calling for my mom and my other aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PAT PAT PAT!! ANN ANN ANN!! " she cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala~ i'm lazy to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115391928762101241?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115391928762101241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115391928762101241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115391928762101241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115391928762101241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/faint-days.html' title='Faint days'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115366240991481248</id><published>2006-07-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:02:59.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar hurts</title><content type='html'>People often say, : 'love hurts'&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Except I'm adding in a lil more.. 'loving your guitar hurts'&lt;br /&gt;Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts your fingers&lt;br /&gt;It hurts your legs too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're excited abt it.. you run to it and hit the wood your mattress lies on&lt;br /&gt;and den you get a wound there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's on your bed without you knowing, you switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;and run to your bed and jump on it and you hit it and get bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. guitars hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying love hurts therefore loving your guitar hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tut tut tut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have throbbing fingertips, a wound on my shin and a bruise on my knee. woopedoo.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115366240991481248?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115366240991481248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115366240991481248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115366240991481248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115366240991481248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/guitar-hurts.html' title='Guitar hurts'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115363896082000302</id><published>2006-07-23T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:16:00.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man. I absolutely, positively love P.O.T.C 2. Lolx. I can talk so much abt it. lalala~ If you wanna waste your time then go ahead and read this post. If not then just don't read this post.. coz it's kinda long and it's only abt the movie. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hated the ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;stupid barboasa (sp?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and the damn apple @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;so gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;undead monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;you know when elizabeth kissed jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and when will saw it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;SO DAMN SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;MADE ME WANNA CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i actually felt a pang in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE UNBREAKABLE @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;like i felt his pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I know me too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;summore POTC3 is coming out soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm telling u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;if they bring jack back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;elizabeth and jack better not be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;WILL AND ELIZABETH SHALL MARRY!!!! damnit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i want jack to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;but i dont think elizabeth will like jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;though she looked like it when she wanted the letters back ... you know when she smiling smiling all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;tis more like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;life love &lt;----will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lust love &lt;----jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;but i think she kissed jack because just to lure him into her trap. nyehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and she said quote un quote "im not sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;yea but did you see the way she kissed him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;zomg thought they were gonna do it right there and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and it pissed me off when will didn't hug and comfort her when they were at that weird lady's place after the black pearl sank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;why did it piss you off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;because mah...he's the damn fiance.....didn't even comfort the one he loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;not even sitting next to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;gila I would have killed my bf @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;if he did that to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hmm true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;but he too was confirm angry that she kissed him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;OH OH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I JUST CAME UP WITH A THEORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lolx!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;haahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;you know when he saw her crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;if there was anything he would....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;it's like somehow.. he'll bring jack back for her to make her happy... and not see her cry like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;so there! he does love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he'll give her happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;even if it doesnt involve him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lalalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;THAT THEORY IS MAKING ME MORE SAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;AND I FEEL HIS DAMN PAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I WANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;WILL AND ELIZABETH TOGETHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;JACK DOESN'T EVEN DESERVE ELIZABETH &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I know that Will love her leh but still he coulda held her or something man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;instead of sitting at another table while she's crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i guess he got caught up with his feelings too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ok but his feelings...he loves her mah no matter what wouldn't it feel better to be in the arms of your loved one or to hold your loved one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he wanted to save his father but did not succeed.. and den maybe he was thinking why am i thinking abt my father??? he isnt dead.. eternal life gone to serving davy jones.. and den he thinks abt jack.. and then elizabeth and the kiss.. and blah blah.. and den maybe he was thinking why is he being so angry at it.. jack is gone.. and blah blah.. grieve. Lolx hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;abt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ok fine but still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;wow??? you agree with my theory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;lOlx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;while thinking about all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;wouldn't his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;for elizabeth conquer all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I mean he went through this WHOLE thing FOR her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;his father's situation is semi-solved cuz he promised and bla bla he won't go back on a promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Jack...he already knows that he's gonna get Jack back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Even after that freaky lady said she knows how to get Jack back and stupid Barboasa came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he didn't even hug Elizabeth -_-;;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;how did he know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Jack...he already knows that he's gonna get Jack back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he wouldnt know it.. if the freaky lady didnt say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;she IS freaky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and her boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;it looks sengeted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hahaha ok but why would they even go to the freaky lady if they weren't going to get Jack back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I mean why not go to another port?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;trade that stupid monkey for what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and her damn teeth bug teh shit out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i know.. it's like black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and that's a good question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;but they cant go to tortuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and she doesn't take showers &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;it's not like a place to drown your sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and they cant go back to england...was it? lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;coz they'll confirm be captured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;yea they can &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;elizabeth has that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;stupid compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;doesn't she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;or no? o.O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i think they left it at the island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;where they found the chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;or maybe jack took it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;hmmm cuz I don't remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and I don't think Jack took it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;@.@ ahhh I don't care Will still shoulda been there for elizabeth a little more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;and davy jones is really weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;he might have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i donno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i forgot abt the compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;it's either he took it back or they left it at the island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;isla crucces i think&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;Lolx&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;there was subtitles&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;aahah&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;cruces*&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;donno&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;you know what tortuga means right?&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;pirates?&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;Lolx&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah tis spanish for turtle&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;turtle?&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;so when I heard it&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;why turtle??&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;why they named the island turtle?&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe it&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;it's a turtle shaped island&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;Lolx&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't they show it to us then?!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;gahh they're trying to confuse us!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe the next thing they need to get is a turtle&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe they might show it in the next movie&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a real life turtle!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;waaaahhh that would be scary&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;a GIANT sea turtle&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;like the kraken&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;zomg i love that stupid kraken yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;giant squid. Lolx.. it's a squid rite?&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was an octopus?&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;tis a squidoctopi&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna ask that too&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;I like the black pearl&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;its a nice boat&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;and a big one too&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;*takes a drink...nothing comes out* what happened to all the rum?! *gets up and sways* oh yea&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i like that part&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;and yea i like the boat too&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;and i like the part when he drops the jar of dirt&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;and started looking for the heart&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;he was like&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;"where is it"&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;"where's the thump thump"&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;haahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;and when he gets on the island he was just like... "Don't touch my dirt"&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;and later on all that stupid wikki wikki wakka miki liki talk&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;that so funny&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;tie the boat, mind the waves, dont touch my dirt&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yea!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;ok now the whole "where's the thump thump" is stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;haahah yea&lt;br /&gt;you like johnny depp better or orlando bloom?&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;oh and I love how ppl call jack....twinkle toes &lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;twinkle toes?&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;yea lol I saw this thing on tv for behind the scenes&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;all the actors and stuff laugh at his running&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;call him twinkle toes&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;but i like his running&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;so cute&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;wahhahahaha i get hamburger and french fries at 11:28 in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha yea&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;I love how they painted the eyes on his eyelids&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha "the captain is acting a lil strange.....er"&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;yea ! i know&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;thats so chun hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;and gross when he bite the toenails&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;yea I know! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;and when he ran towards the boat&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid dog was there&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;good doggy&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he said to the dog I forgot&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;*Impregnates people with meh scientific spermdilator calculator!* says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;- hαlf αιiνε - says:&lt;br /&gt;good doggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115363896082000302?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115363896082000302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115363896082000302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115363896082000302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115363896082000302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/man.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115341063851201227</id><published>2006-07-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:56:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking unlucky today. Unlukcy with my CDs. Unlucky with my mop. Unlucky with blogger. Unlucky with my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burn the same cd.. FIVE FRIGGING TIMES.. 4 Cds wasted. Lolx. I gave one to michelle and trif. Both of theirs are slightly malfunction. Lolx. Another cd is just... spoilt.. i didnt do anything to it. So I burn another one.. and terburn another one. Lolx. Giving one to damien. And the other one I shall keep it for myself. This sounds confusing. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mop decided to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the username and password to the SittingOnAwalnutTree blog.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger said they sent me my username and password. I've been sitting for one whole hr. I havent received it yet. Lolx. It hates me. I did it multiple times but I still have not receive it. Blogger hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't follow my mom for dinner because I wanted to play my guitar. Resulting to me not having dinner. I donno what to eat now. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still suck with my guitar but I'm still practising every chance I've got. I'm a slow learner but I'm impatient. Lolx. I sort of got bored with the two songs damien taught me. Try practising and hearing the same tune over and over again!!! Lolx. So I taught myself another song. hehe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wake up for school today. That's bad. I missed my english test. I'm gonna get it from  Sabina. Die die DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss someone again. I thought I was over all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;*made myself occupied..eg. guitar*&lt;br /&gt;But after revisiting his blog... I feel pulled back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back to school. I don't know what's going on with my friends. Blogs aren't even helping.. One's blogging blogthings, the other's blogging short posts thinking that I would be able to figure it out, another's blogging abt toothbrushes. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, daddy and aunty jane are playing the guitar. Shall join in. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*need to read that book* Lolx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115341063851201227?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115341063851201227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115341063851201227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115341063851201227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115341063851201227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/freaking-unlucky-today_20.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115324016952584204</id><published>2006-07-20T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:38:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lolx I didn't know that knowing the basics on how to play the guitar could get you students. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;My aunty didn't wanna learn from my dad so she asked me to teach her what I know.. I feel.. weird.. coz I'm still learning myself.. from damien and dad. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us playing 'sweet dreams'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/guitar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of our band. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/guitar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/guitar1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115324016952584204?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115324016952584204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115324016952584204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115324016952584204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115324016952584204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/lolx-i-didnt-know-that-knowing-basics.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115322986962314330</id><published>2006-07-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:54:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers discovering print screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother's discovering print screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/discovering%20print%20screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/discovering%20print%20screen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115322986962314330?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115322986962314330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115322986962314330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115322986962314330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115322986962314330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/mothers-discovering-print-screen.html' title='Mothers discovering print screen'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115306407281869708</id><published>2006-07-16T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:32:31.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Lost touch =(</title><content type='html'>It breaks me so&lt;br /&gt;to see you throw&lt;br /&gt;the love to you I  give&lt;br /&gt;because you do not believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not see&lt;br /&gt;how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;you're in my daily prayers&lt;br /&gt;you're my success to failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what way do I have to prove&lt;br /&gt; This insanity of truth&lt;br /&gt; That I truly am besotted&lt;br /&gt; That I truly am infatuated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of getting hurt&lt;br /&gt; With me; I promise comfort&lt;br /&gt; You'll have my heart&lt;br /&gt; It'll be your canvas art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hardships; I promise to understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll listen and be your confidant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala~~~~~~~ i have completely lost touch... I don't know how to end that..&lt;br /&gt;"The words are good but it doesnt sound like a poem" said Chelle&lt;br /&gt;"It's not even a poem" said Vince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. song lah k. song lah. hahaha! but STILL cannot.&lt;br /&gt;wtv lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115306407281869708?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115306407281869708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115306407281869708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115306407281869708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115306407281869708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-touch.html' title='Lost touch =('/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115290158721590240</id><published>2006-07-15T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:33:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless blogging</title><content type='html'>In school, Trif was saying that she hates blogging now. That all she ever blogs about is her day, her life and blah. She thinks that no one is interested in reading about her life... I objected . But now, I feel the same way. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my blog is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt;... it's boring.. it's blah.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost inspiration of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the inspiration to blog, to write stories, poems. Mainly about writing lah.. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blueh... I read other people's blogs and they're so interesting and when I come back to mine.. I understood why my chatterbox is so dead. Lolx. There's nth to comment about.&lt;br /&gt;The chatterbox is dead because my blog is dead. My blog is dead because life right now feels like a fish on a dinner plate; dead, fried and poked with cutleries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I feel proud of myself. I have bonded with my broom and mop. Lolx. shut up. I'm weird I know. But I actually sort of enjoy sweeping and mopping now. Mopping mostly because I can squeeze the water out properly!!! wee~! hehehe! I used to split them into two and squeeze them both seperately because my hands were too small. Now I can squeeze them full! Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what I mean... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt;.. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being alone. Lolx. I feel like walking aimlessly in One Utama tomorrow. Treating myself to the used-to-be-lecka-lecka-ice cream which is God-knows-what-right-now-ice cream. Lolx. Then I would go to MPH and pick myself a good book! Next to Popular to buy myself that 'Macbeth' by shakespeare book. Yes.. I so feel like doing this. Call me a loner but.. I like to be alone sometimes.. SOMETIMES! note that. Lolx. Maybe this 'alone time' I would be able to reflect on what's been happening. Just hope I won't tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER pointless&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to believe in horoscopes now.. for the fun of it.. It doesn't come true.. but I'm believing it for fun~ Lolx. Yes I AM that lifeless... for now.. maybe.. hopefully. Oh, but because of that.. I've been quite random now.. Been trying to keep myself busy too.. Busy with ME. haha! I can play the guitar again! YaY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one of the cause of this lifelessness is also because I have restrain myself from going out AT ALL!! [though I'll be in Ou tomorrow]&lt;br /&gt;This is so that when Annette comes back I won't get scolding from Mummy or Daddy for going out too much. So go out less now and go out more later. Lolx. Good plan, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;, another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, blah. Off to bed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I love dictionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the time I published this.&lt;br /&gt;2.22am.&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. 222.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I DO find this amusing. heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Secondhand Serenade is GOOD ! So is Hawthorne Heights !&lt;br /&gt;2.24am&lt;br /&gt;2+2=4&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s PLEASE SOMEONE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVIVE&lt;/span&gt; ME!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115290158721590240?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115290158721590240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115290158721590240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115290158721590240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115290158721590240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/pointless-blogging.html' title='Pointless blogging'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115272193076399392</id><published>2006-07-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:32:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel content and empty at the same time. Content from the food I finally got to eat! Fried ice cream and the oh so long craving of kenny rogers muffins. heheh! Empty.. from the same thing that I have always been. Except, it feels worse now. Btw, I'm quite angry at myself. Lolx. I'm trying to improve my writing... but it's not working!!! And my poems are getting suckier and suckier by seconds. Ish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115272193076399392?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115272193076399392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115272193076399392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115272193076399392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115272193076399392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-content-and-empty-at-same-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115243105857455187</id><published>2006-07-10T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:58:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16</title><content type='html'>So... YaY! finally got to celebrate my sweet sixteen. It was sweet indeed. Sweet chocolate was smashed in my face and into my nose. I had chocolate mucus last night and still did this morning. Gross sial. Damn you people!! Lazy to blog detaily, memories will just be recorded and saved in my brain. lolx. Thanks to all that came and especially trif! Thanks for coming twice and saving me from the evil clutches of granny panties . HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;So overall my birthday presents this year are underwear from trif, cash from grandma and aunty ann, a card from renee, a hug from vern, cake from ren hao, sweets from Joel and Josiah and this party from my parents i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*cough*~still wants a zippo lighter~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was kinda drunk. BUT i still remembered everything.. try me.. ask me anything.. lolx. my head was just spinning.. I was ok with the first shot of vodka they gave me.. until they made me down a full cup of JD and vodka with two cubes of ice, so my sister said... i didnt know... i thought there was coke in it or sprite.. until after drinking i realised i didnt see any gas in my cup.. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;And WOW!!!! I woke up early the next morning and couldnt go to sleep. My FIRST!!&lt;br /&gt;So yea... pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The people that came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7290.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7290.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7320.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20013.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20025.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20043.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20054.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20054.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20052.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20072.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20072.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew haur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siew haur again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANOTHER Siew haur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren the baker&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant get enough of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vern, Jun and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7328.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7328.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh~ someone happy, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boyfriend and I. Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7323.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7323.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut his tongue then he know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7318.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7318.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7316.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7316.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7289.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7289.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn alot of pictures loh&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at them.. so suspicious looking&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im NOT supposed to be scared?&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid to do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wasn't sure if i should..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU SEE!!&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should have gone with my instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face mould. lolx&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here nattgers~&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiu.. kena so little only&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got him too~&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shot of the day .&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mei asked why were so closed together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7295.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7295.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we decided to 'ambil jarak' lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7296.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7296.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously loh I didn't know what was mixed&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7294.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7294.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PoseyPose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7298.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7298.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS !&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7299.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7299.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOWN, NOW!&lt;br /&gt;[lolx! trif.. ring a bell to you?]&lt;br /&gt;[*ahem* robin~]&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7300.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7300.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7301.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7301.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lobster Judah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me : you damn red loh judah&lt;br /&gt;Judah : you also&lt;br /&gt;Me : really ah?? come lets compare! *takes pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20020.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST the same Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. The Blacks .&lt;br /&gt;[with one out-of-nowhere-red]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20080.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSUS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20096.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. The Whites .&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20094.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20094.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid amelyn and ngah ming's forked watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20095.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drunkards? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7310.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7310.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what he was looking at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/IMG_7305.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/IMG_7305.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susanti!! Lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky.. hehe. you know what you look like ah??&lt;br /&gt;dowan to say lah. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen helpers.. hehe! adorable, no?&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20079.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More WHITES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The after effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx she was worse than me&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelyn got jealous.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115243105857455187?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115243105857455187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115243105857455187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115243105857455187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115243105857455187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115246507595652457</id><published>2006-07-10T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:11:15.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN PISSING OFF WEI! STUPID!!!!!! UPLOADED ALL THE PICTURES IN HERE.. I WAS ALMOST DONE.. BUT ... BUT!!!! THE WINDOW JUST.. DECIDED TO *POOF* AWAY!! *ARGH* *SCREAMS* *PULLS HAIR OUT*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115246507595652457?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115246507595652457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115246507595652457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115246507595652457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115246507595652457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/damn-pissing-off-wei-stupid-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115211740930441680</id><published>2006-07-06T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:36:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels really deprive of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see a perfectly shaped heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no flaws.. nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but inside.. it's all hollow and empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love flows but it's not filled back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gives but it's not given back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much it is wounded, it's wounded inside not outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much it is wounded it continues to show others what's outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flawless love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it still gives and cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes someone special but the same privilege is not returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's willing to redeem it but it's not just being given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck lah.. i feel deprive of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;this is not a poem btw. lolx. it's just... expressive words?? wtv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115211740930441680?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115211740930441680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115211740930441680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115211740930441680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115211740930441680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-feels-really-deprive-of-it-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115209896488979037</id><published>2006-07-05T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:48:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renee's card.</title><content type='html'>Renee poked me from behind. She was crouching down on the floor looking up at me. I thought she was playing so I didn't bother. Little did I know she slipped something through the chair armrests and onto my lap. After looking at it, I realised she made me a card and was shy to give it to me.. lolx. So adorable. It was my first and kind of my only card and present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolx. If you don't know what she drew.. the big orange thing is a rainbow... with a doorknob.. hahaha! and i sorta made it literature-ish.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow with a doorknob fascinating, no? A rainbow is God's promise of..*something* sorry lah for being forgetful. Every door has a doorknob. There's a promise awaiting me behind that door. Take a look at those Orange lines that she drew next to the rainbow and the birds above the rainbow. The orange lines to me symbolizes the controversy, problems, wounds and pain. The birds are behind the rainbow. Birds to me symbolizes freedom and birds=dove [lolx]. Doves symbolizes peace and purity. If we were to turn that doorknob we would enter a room with promises of peace and freedom. lolx. Why the rainbow is orange? I don't know this one.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Damn this is too direct.. but wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish I had a rainbow with a doorknob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i find cute about the card is that she drew stars and wrote a 'good' there. lolx. You know how kindergarten teachers do that if you hand in good work? so.. yea. She's only 5 years plus btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;While everyone is worrying abt being fat, I'm worrying abt getting fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115209896488979037?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115209896488979037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115209896488979037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115209896488979037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115209896488979037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/renees-card.html' title='Renee&apos;s card.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115201979003458411</id><published>2006-07-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:38:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy allowed me to go pangkor.. I was super happy. lolx. But, friends had to ffk me. *smacks each and everyone of you* So, decided not to go. Planning to book a room in Eastin. Gotta ask dad AGAIN. NOW! sigh. so yea.. but i think things will be good lah.. i need a good sweet 16 celebration ok!&lt;br /&gt;Why issit so hard to get what you want? lolx. I feel like rambling abt this topic.. but.. not now.. i'm too happy. lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;Edit&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;9:32pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid shit loh. Fcking too much loh. not happy anymore. lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115201979003458411?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115201979003458411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115201979003458411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115201979003458411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115201979003458411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/daddy-allowed-me-to-go-pangkor.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115185881453956366</id><published>2006-07-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:48:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="boxcontent"&gt; &lt;div class="horoscopemainimage"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.friendster.com/images/horoscopes/cancer_lg.gif" alt="Cancer" title="Cancer" border="0" height="83" width="83" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="dailyhoroscope"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Act first, think later today. It won't pay to waste time debating the pros and cons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;In Detail&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of your carefully laid plans fly out the window&lt;/span&gt; early today, which is a blessing in disguise. You'll have to formulate your back-up plan very quickly, so act first and think later. Lucky stars are shining down on you, and your autopilot won't steer you wrong. Later today, you need to put all of your priorities in a more efficient order -- be careful that you don't forget the people you love. Focus on family before friends, friends before coworkers and coworkers before foes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It really, really did. My plans are ruin. My carefully thought out plan are ruined! My CAREFULLY THOUGHT OUT PLAN WITH HELP FROM MICHELLE, LEEMIN AND TRIF...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUINED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for my birthday that is.. oh btw today. lolx. I planned to go somewhere and have a break from reality. hehe! Pangkor! It was sort of well planned. I asked my mom about it and i guess my valid reason was too good that she couldn't say no. HAHAH! but she couldn't say yes either because she isn't the one with the money. Though we call her 'money' instead of 'mummy'. lolx. So yea, something is wrong with my dad and I don't get anything for my sweet sixteen. Sounds more of a bitter sixteen to me. No, my dad isn't financially down or wtv.. I ain't blogging it, you wanna know ask me personally~ kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom just wished me and gave me a kiss on my cheeks! *wipes cheeks vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't ask him yet abt Pangkor but my mom doubts he'll let.. so yea~&lt;br /&gt;I've got nth for my birthday except wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I've got a fever. =&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/12764444-115185881453956366?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115185881453956366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115185881453956366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115185881453956366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115185881453956366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115159796031298348</id><published>2006-06-30T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:24:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An answer to my question</title><content type='html'>hahaha!!! I find this really funny, right after publishing my recent post i went blog hopping. Landed on this blog and I simply scrolled down and started reading and somehow I found an answer for my question from my previous post. Though it's a slap in my face but ahh well~ i'll post the answer anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote un quote :&lt;br /&gt;"People are the way they are for a reason. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;, walk, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dressing&lt;/span&gt;) So let them BE!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, try getting to know someone inside out, upside down, backwards and forwards before judging AND dissing them.&lt;br /&gt;Won't hurt to try right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agreeable, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how do spell agreeable? hahaah agreeable or agreable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'm glitterfied- no~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115159796031298348?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115159796031298348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115159796031298348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115159796031298348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115159796031298348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/answer-to-my-question.html' title='An answer to my question'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115159628790048177</id><published>2006-06-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:51:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>wow.. I'm having a headache. I think it's from the quick thinking I had to do just now.. or maybe it's the jamming sounds of velvet revolver's guitar and drumming.  hehe! Nah, I think it's from the thinking. I so hate thinking, explains why I'm stupid. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why the people labeled as LaLas always puff up their faces and take pictures. And as if puffing up their faces and looking like a fish is not bad enough they poke their faces with a finger too.. or poke their faces with peace signs. It's like taking a  two-fingered-pitch fork and well yea, forking up their face. Do they think they're cute or something?? I'm just wondering. An easy answer to that question could be "that's the whole point why they're labeled as LaLa's" but really.. why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtv. I'm giving myself another headache.&lt;br /&gt;I love velvet revolver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115159628790048177?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115159628790048177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115159628790048177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115159628790048177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115159628790048177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115142635892285227</id><published>2006-06-28T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:39:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the truth. I'm facing the fact.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really expect anything out of it, it's only the people around me who did.&lt;br /&gt;You just make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I need a lil joy once in a while you know.&lt;br /&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/12764444-115142635892285227?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115142635892285227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115142635892285227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115142635892285227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115142635892285227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-know-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115142547343359922</id><published>2006-06-28T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:34:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vince, Vince. *shakes head*</title><content type='html'>|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;I cant twist your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;I suck :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;muahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;YaY! i win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;You caught me at a bad time lar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of winning micheal jackson at basketball if he's having aids and cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;haahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;*laughs some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost- says:&lt;br /&gt;would you like to rephrase that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;michael jackson?? not michael jordan??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;it's NOT a typo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!! YaY!! my THIRD victorious moment over Vince!! I don't care how many victories you had over me. Atleast I beat the 'superior' Vincent thrice!!! muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Edited-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;it's ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you might be able to bang me back from what i added on to the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;I will dont worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;damn.. i'm afraid now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost - says:&lt;br /&gt;i've posted it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|  ™× |-§ou£ S¢reªm-| × ™  [-Desire-] says:&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg!!! Another victory!! hahaha! Four times now, and still counting. Muahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115142547343359922?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115142547343359922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115142547343359922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115142547343359922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115142547343359922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/vince-vince-shakes-head.html' title='Vince, Vince. *shakes head*'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115118380984414292</id><published>2006-06-25T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:03:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.H.T-Listen to your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know there's something in the wake of your smile&lt;br /&gt;I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;you've built a love but that love falls apart&lt;br /&gt;your little piece of heaven turns too dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;the precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah&lt;br /&gt;they're swept away and nothing is what is seems&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of belonging to your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;when he's calling for you&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else you can do&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where you're going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;before you tell him goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="white"&gt; &lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways.. this song relates to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115118380984414292?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115118380984414292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115118380984414292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115118380984414292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115118380984414292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/dht-listen-to-your-heart.html' title='D.H.T-Listen to your heart.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115118370031151314</id><published>2006-06-25T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:01:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary Night</title><content type='html'>Friday was one weird day. After school Michelle and Maylyn followed me home. We changed and went to ou with my family. Somehow mom was being so nice she bought me new shoes and new tops for my sisters and I to share. haha! Then we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed for home at around 4 or 5 something and got ready for literary night. I was dissapointed that I couldn't wear my dress. We were sort of late so I put on a top and slacks.&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to school. So because I had only clothes on and my face was still naked, we went to the upstairs loo and did my make up.. we could have used the downstairs loo but the upstairs loo had a full length mirror. hahaha! vain pots we are. After disguising the natural, I felt uneasy.. and I heard chattering... I came out of the loo and saw that people have arrived and i was like o.o so I ran downstairs... hoping what I thought wouldn't come true.. but oh no's it did..O.O the guard locked the grill doors!!! We were trapped!! We looked for an escape route but there wasn't any... Lucky us, the grill doors of the bridge was open, so we fast walked to the stairs nearest to the office. Like hamsters trying to escape, we fling our arms throught the grill doors and called for help. haha! A group of my indian friends were 'helping' us.. well, so we thought.. don't know where they ran off too.. thank God there were other people helping us look for the guard. And of all people to meet while we were trapped, Pn. Sabina, my literature teacher..&lt;br /&gt;She asked us how we ended up behind bars, we told her the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Sabina : The moral of the story girls... is to look for the sign that says 'Girls Toilet'  TAI LEI SEI!&lt;br /&gt;The three of us : O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrasing much, to be locked up in YOUR OWN SCHOOL! hahah! So we did our time and Pn. Sabina helped bailed us. The guard unlocked the grill doors and behind bars; we were, no more. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time attending lit night. It was ok i guess. Boring were some but funny and interesting were others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masquerade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'shiny disco ball'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excalibur! Kind Arthur pulling out the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Belly dancing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moulin Rouge&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lit night there was of course picture taking. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Sabina and her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lyn and Maylyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kimmy and Hottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trif and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We felt grand. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh so grand~&lt;br /&gt;it was the fan lah k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 12am already and we haven't eaten our dinner.. So yea, waited for a cab to hartamas. While waiting, Alya wanted to tap dance. Trif dared her to tap dance in the middle of the road. haha! so she did.. unfortunately, I snapped the camera at the wrong time and got this picture of her. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/literature%20night%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/literature%20night%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, got into the long awaited cab and off we went to hartamas. A football match was on so obviously it was crowded. Lucky us, we found a table in the middle with enough seats for Triffany, Alya, Maylyn, Michelle and I. Ordered food and ate.&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, Pei wen popped up.. that means, jacky is here.. YaY! and den I saw Ryan and Chris.. so I joined their table for awhile and chitter chatter and asked Jac if she could fetch me home. Angelic Jacky said yes! so wee~! I had transport home after trashing and getting trashed in foos at Breakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day came, and woke up we did for Justyne's birthday at One Utama.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/kimmy%20and%20chelley%20025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my dismay someone didn't come. My saturday was a bore and a bad one. Met new people, but we didn't exactly exchange names but I helped get them transport to a party they had to go to. Transport= my sister. haha! She was going to that area anyway. They were quite funny and nice to talk to. Highlight of today happened an hour ago i think. It's 4.13am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, so that was my Friday and Saturday. Doubt anything would happen tomorrow. So yea, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115118370031151314?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115118370031151314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115118370031151314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115118370031151314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115118370031151314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/literary-night.html' title='Literary Night'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115099520984748738</id><published>2006-06-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:05:15.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; That I am not there&lt;/span&gt;, I swear I didn't mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; For it to feel like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;every inch of me is bruised, bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And don't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Can you make this last? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This plane is all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So keep it steady, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Cause every inch you see is bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have noticed that I have been really rude to people this few days. At first I was quite oblivious by my rudeness. Now, I've seen that I've been really really rude. ahh~ donno what's wrong with me. stupet cipet.&lt;br /&gt;btw, Mood at the mo = quite upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there were some objections to trif's theory 'Men are assholes'&lt;br /&gt;I've rephrased it to "97% of the male species are assholic"&lt;br /&gt;for those men.. and to satisfy tongvern.. guys, who thinks they aren't assholic the 3% could be one of you.&lt;br /&gt;happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Vincent, Jen wae and Matthias you aren't assholes ok?? haha! *pat heads*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/12764444-115099520984748738?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115099520984748738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115099520984748738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115099520984748738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115099520984748738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/hours-pass-and-she-still-counts.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115098917330018313</id><published>2006-06-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T23:12:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm having a cold and I'm sweating..&lt;br /&gt;why?! so backside. &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/12764444-115098917330018313?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115098917330018313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115098917330018313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115098917330018313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115098917330018313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-having-cold-and-im-sweating.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115098899510142648</id><published>2006-06-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:32:31.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love triangles and love affairs&lt;br /&gt;Broken friendships and relationships&lt;br /&gt;A slip of a tongue without a care&lt;br /&gt;It makes you heart want to rip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friendships turn rotten&lt;br /&gt;Trust is no more&lt;br /&gt;Things they've done; forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Turning back on what they swore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They were behind each other's back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;To support it not to stab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Now they're mere individualists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Caused by one little mishap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115098899510142648?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115098899510142648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115098899510142648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115098899510142648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115098899510142648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-triangles-and-love-affairs-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115096554661115533</id><published>2006-06-22T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T16:43:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found out that i have a knack for making people feel touched by the simple words i say. It's kinda weird.. because they're just simple words.. well, i mean it lah but..blah. And it's funny that the stuff that i really work on... doesn't really have any effects on them. stupid. So maybe i'll go with simplicity now. heheh! btw, i think i should stop writing sappy love poems and start writing poems about what's going on around me. so yea, wrote one.. will post it up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-knocked out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115096554661115533?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115096554661115533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115096554661115533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115096554661115533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115096554661115533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-found-out-that-i-have-knack-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115090031393919746</id><published>2006-06-21T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:33:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chelley came over yesterday to stayover again.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to go to ou to look for a dress..&lt;br /&gt;after looking and coming out of ou empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. she came out empty handed.. i came out with flowers. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;we went home and took some pictures in my room. we laughed alot... it's been long since i've laughed like that.. my stomach hurt so much.. and honestly speaking, after lepaking with michelle all these months that is the most i've seen her laugh too.. haha! but who am i to say?? she might have laughed that much too in school and i was asleep to not notice. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day, i was having the bowels again so i didn't go to school. michelle had to follow my sister to school. sorry! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like yesterday and today. hehe! i have my reasons. michelle knows what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115090031393919746?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115090031393919746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115090031393919746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115090031393919746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115090031393919746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/chelley-came-over-yesterday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115089167413072187</id><published>2006-06-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:32:31.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>...please don't cry for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Decided to blog about my english essay because I find it weird. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : Write a short story with the following ending :&lt;br /&gt;                       "... please don't cry for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to open my eyes to see where I was but even if my eyes were open, I would not have known. I could not see a thing. My vision was blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in a beautiful place sitting down and remembering my last moments of pain. I do not feel anything now. All i feel now is joy. My Father forbids me to feel any pain. Even if I don't feel it, I remember it like it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A searing pain shot through my side. I tried opening my eyes again. This time I could see a little clearly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are there so many people hovering over me? &lt;/span&gt;I wondered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is that thing they are poking into me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I close my eyes shut. Opening again to see a man in surgical uniform. He must be a doctor. I remember now, I was shot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No! How could this happen to me? I did not do anything wrong! &lt;/span&gt;those thoughts ran through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only my little brother, my mother and I at home that fine sunny Sunday. Dad was off to se my sister who was studying overseas. I remember that I was playing in the yard with my little brother. He was only a toddler. We were playing catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone was ringing but my mother was busy washing the toilet that she did not hear it. It must have been the running water that was deafening the sounds of the phone ringing. I decided to help my mother answer th phone call. I told my baby brother to go hide as we were playing a new game, hide and seek! It was such a moronic idea. As I came out of the house to the yard, I began looking for him. I looked and looked but I couldn't find him. I didn't want to tell mother that I had lost him. I was afraid that I would be beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued searching for my brother when I found lollypop in the middle of the road. It looked like the one mother had given him early this morning. It must have fallen out of his pocket. He must have crossed the road. I hope he is safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking and calling out for my brother but an answer never return. I didn't know where I was going, I was just walking aimlessly. I was passing by this alleyway when I heard a chuckle. It sounded like him, so I entered the alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching high and low for thim when I saw something. I stopped dead in my tracks. Baby brother was sitting on a man's lap. The man looked like those gangsters I had watched on television. I was afraid but I had to get my brother back.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault. I didn't know what to do. Like a thunderbolt, an idea struck my brain. I convinced myself into doing it. I mustered up the courage and went for it. I ran to where baby brother was and I snatched him and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran as fast as I could, I heard shouting from behind me asking me to stop. I did not want to listen. I ran on. "Stop! or i'll shoot!" someone shouted. I didn't believe it. I continued running. Besides, I am so close to home now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm safe! We are safe! &lt;/span&gt;So, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The next thing I could remember was a loud bang and a pain searing my side. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope baby brother is sade. It's all my fault but I know my family would forgive me. They always have. I know they love me very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My vision was beginning to blur again. I could feel my heart beat slowing it's pace. I knew I would not make it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No! I can't leave! &lt;/span&gt;I thought to myself. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to know if baby brother is safe or not. &lt;/span&gt;Then all of a sudden I felt a warm gush in my face and somehow I knew that he was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I was ready to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, wait! i'm going to leave my family! &lt;/span&gt;I thought. I guess I have to. I had no choice but at least I would want them to rejoice and not be sad. I'm leaving to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I tried my best and huffed out to the doctor, "Please tell my family, tell them, please don't cry for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115089167413072187?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115089167413072187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115089167413072187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115089167413072187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115089167413072187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-dont-cry-for-me.html' title='...please don&apos;t cry for me.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115072183479981893</id><published>2006-06-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T20:26:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS and EMO does not equal!</title><content type='html'>omg! I'm fucking pissed and emo right now! *screams* why!? why!? of all times must my fucking period come. huh?! it always come at the wrong time! it's always fucking coming at the wrong time!!! damn u! and now msn is fucking with me by being so spastic and down that I can't sign in! stop fucking with me and making me pms!!!! FUCK U!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im so emo now because of SEOW SHEE. hehe!! damn u seow shee!!! hahha! ahh~ i just cant help thinking about what we did. The memories. So sweet. I didn't exactly say everything i wanted to say in that testimonial i sent you earlier. And i would like to say it all here. but you know me and my memory. XD i really forgot all i wanted to say. Dear i really miss you and those times. I hate it when school starts. It seems like when school begins we don't talk as much, we don't lepak as much, we just don't do much together. And after all that has passed, after all the small drama and whirl of emotions, I still love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams* sakit-nye my cramps....&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still waiting for someone.&lt;br /&gt;i hate waiting ya know. i really do. i wait alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115072183479981893?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115072183479981893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115072183479981893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115072183479981893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115072183479981893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/pms-and-emo-does-not-equal.html' title='PMS and EMO does not equal!'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115071473462777042</id><published>2006-06-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:58:54.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Hopes</title><content type='html'>Now I'm afraid. People are telling me stuff but I'm afraid that it's all false hopes. I have too much of those. Don't want it anymore. It just brings in dissapointment and regret for ever doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I normally take the first step. The first move. But now I won't as it always leaves me, like I said, with dissapointment and REGRET!&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can't be so negative right? I'm always negative that's why it always ends up as it does. But that's the point! It always ends up as it always does! That is why i don't wanna hope.&lt;br /&gt;OH BLAH!!!!! FCUK U!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;man.. don't wanan be so bad to fuck u. haha! OH BLAH!! WTV!!!&lt;br /&gt;talk to me you dingdong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115071473462777042?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115071473462777042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115071473462777042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115071473462777042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115071473462777042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/false-hopes.html' title='False Hopes'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115063079591356988</id><published>2006-06-18T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:32:31.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Conversation with Michelle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;tht was last time.do it when he sorta needs to talk to you.let him taste his own medicine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ahahhaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;wtv im crapping la&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;no!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;when he needs to talk to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i have to be there for him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hahahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;something u need is different from something u want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;its just those missin feelings keeps comin bek when i tink or see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;oh well&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;bt im over it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing feelings arent good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;i feel it too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ahahahah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;yea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;we cant help it =]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;bt im sure its just part of us growin up la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;haha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hahhha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;but it's not part of us moving on with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;we just gotta like not tink too much bout it rite ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost- says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hahaha but how to not think much abt it when it's already moulded and plastered in our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i hate this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;*david&amp;goliath* says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;yea.mee too.maybe u juust hav to spend time with others so u wont tink bout it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 0.05in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- lost - says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but how to not think abt it when he pops up online?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115063079591356988?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115063079591356988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115063079591356988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115063079591356988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115063079591356988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/conversation-with-michelle.html' title='Conversation with Michelle.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115063022012556460</id><published>2006-06-18T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:32:31.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Fear is the heart of love.</title><content type='html'>So i see i haven't been updating for like.. 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Chelley came over my hse and slept over. Before that we were in mv with leemin and maylyn. Foosed a game of foos. Walked ard here and there with mich, bade and hugged leemin and maylyn goodbye then off we went to my place. Planned a last minute plan to hartamas but trif couldnt go so we decided not to go. Besides we both took a LONG nap. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Matthias' birthday. Went for it with mich. Sort of the reason why she stayed over also but I really needed her for the night later. hehe! So yea. I liked this day. For more detailed explanation on what happened today read their posts in their blog &lt;a href="http://aiyacrew.blogspot.com/2006/06/matts-16th-birthday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Azriel's post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://aiyacrew.blogspot.com/2006/06/matts-birthday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;KhoonTheng's post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .  I shall rephrase i DON'T LIKE THIS DAY. i love it~ heheheh! people who knows why.. shut it, don't state why. So anyways, i suck in foos already. I can't do shits with the ball anymore. Was supposed to meet trif in hartamas for dinner and foos training with Mikael. Was really looking forward to it. But she canceled on me again. The first time she did.. i understood why but this time... i hate u for that. hahha! nah jk i still love you. So Chelley and I were waiting for her brother to come when he called and said his car broke down and he couldn't pick her up. YaY! I was so happy! hehe! well it mean't that she was gonna be following me! But i guess i spoke too soon. Her mom called!! ahh~ scary-nye. So there were a few lies being told. In the end, she still followed me. Went to Nish's hse. Had a couple of Bombay Sapphire and Ryan picked Mich and I up to the cc. Thought Mich how to play dota! hehe! but im always a bad teacher.. So it wasn't a good lesson. hehe! ah well~ she'll learn. Atleast now she knows what's it all abt. Came home and watch football. That's abt it. I sound boring. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Fear is the heart of love" - deathcab for cutie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is the heart of love. Everyone is afraid to love. Afraid to get hurt; afraid to be not loved back. 'heart of love' doesnt mean 'heart' but 'middle'?? [donno wat's the word for it.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;] People say 'Love conquers all'. I say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Fear conquers all'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to explain further but I'm bad in explaining and I'm not thinking straight right now. So till then. . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;*Fear is the heart of love*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115063022012556460?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115063022012556460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115063022012556460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115063022012556460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115063022012556460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/fear-is-heart-of-love.html' title='Fear is the heart of love.'/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115028017842375774</id><published>2006-06-14T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:32:31.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Chelley and I were so called having a convo on a paper during math today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I wasn't stoning btw mich.. i was actually listening to teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Since she passed me a msg i can't be rude to not reply now can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So ya.. this is what we were talking abt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is just a dream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;commitments are scary. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a well of feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling too deep is scary. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being in love leads to breaking down into tears.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being in love helps u feel and not be hard headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if it leads you to tears, you learn something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[=D so true.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;How would we even know if someone is for real.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Everyone always seem so..unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would I know if YOU'RE for real if i don't trust YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Im dumb-struck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I should have known earlier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I need to learn how to trust.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To open up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im simply awe-struck; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of what you think you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A person who doesn't trust is far better than one who easily does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But no worries; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time will help break the fence of bars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And a friend would come to lend a hand to help you open up.&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/12764444-115028017842375774?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115028017842375774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115028017842375774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115028017842375774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115028017842375774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/chelley-and-i-were-so-called-having.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-115013275911651229</id><published>2006-06-13T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:21:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So school reopened. I didn't want to go to school today but i had to. During the holidays, I was so used to sleeping ard 7 or 12 the next day  that I couldn't fall asleep on Sunday night. In fact i didn't sleep at all. Miraculously I didn't sleep in school too. like.. "WOW". I stayed up for exactly 24hrs!&lt;br /&gt;Achievement?? i like to think so~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i pity renee. The little 5...or 6 years old little girl. Her parents told her to go to her grandparent's hse because they were coming to see her during the holidays. She was so happy obviously. But much to her dismay... both of her parents didn't even see her. Poor girl. She's so young, left with only false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have been teaching her how to read and she really loves to read. So I guess Josiah wanted to be a big brother or something, he asked her to take a book and read it to him while he plays the comp, like we always do.&lt;br /&gt;She was reading and reading until she came upon a word she couldn't pronounce. Josiah being 'the smarter one' and 'the big brother' helped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah : it's boobly&lt;br /&gt;Me : ..... what???&lt;br /&gt;Renee : boobly! *points at the word*&lt;br /&gt;Me : bubbly lah!!! boobly... konon-nye smarter.... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* josiah josiah... and the other day he was fighting with renee. I think they were fighting who was smarter or something. And omg... he was so ferocious!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah : YOU SEE!!! *tooks out math exercise book and throws it at the table* YOU SEE!!! IM STANDARD TWO!!! LOOK LAH!! *points at his book* YOU CAN DO AH!?? HUH?!!? HUH!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-115013275911651229?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/115013275911651229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=115013275911651229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115013275911651229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/115013275911651229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-school-reopened.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-114996490632053259</id><published>2006-06-11T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:39:47.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. Went for the wedding today. gosh.. I hate what i was wearing.. I LOOKED LIKE AN AUNTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring sial. They called the performers from Terengganu that performed for them there to come and perform for them again! The only most enjoyable performance was when the Ah kuas performed~ haha! It was really interesting haha! they called themselves "Divas" hahaha! They had really nice dresses man! Not forgetting their nice bodies and boobies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : those aren't real women right&lt;br /&gt;Some dude : they're not real men either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I was starving that when it was time to eat i wasn't hungry anymore. This was the first time that we had to line up to get our food during a wedding dinner. So used to the chinese wedding dinners with the 'yam seng' and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this pole thingy with flowers on top and big unlit candles on the floor as deco. I wanted the candles and I told my dad. He pretended to tie his shoelaces and before he got up he took one of the candles! hahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The England game was dissapointing that I now don't mind missing it. Damn you England! Damn you Annette! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be posted up when i feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-114996490632053259?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/114996490632053259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=114996490632053259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/114996490632053259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/114996490632053259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/right.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-114989214434087153</id><published>2006-06-10T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T06:29:04.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh blah! stupid polland! only know how to kick poles!! if those two balls would have entered.. I COULD HAVE WON!!!! blardy shit. didn't even score one goal. ish ish ish. and there i went thinking that polland was a good team.&lt;br /&gt;and.. I COULD HAVE WON in the Germany match against Costa Rica too.&lt;br /&gt;if only they stayed 3-1!!!!! but NOooOOOOoooo costa rica had to score one more goal and when i thought i could still have a chance to win, in that last 5 minutes GERMANY HAD TO SCORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't they stay 3-1?? why? why? stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for being such a lazy arse, i have been sitting at home rotting away and sleeping away. i was too lazy to go out even though i really wanted to. i was supposed to meet trif at hartamas today but being a lazy arse i didn't~ hehe! canceled so many plans. lade lade la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought the boring holidays to myself if you ask me~ hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;football is fun~! wee~! right. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;oh no. have to go for uncle william's wedding dinner, AGAIN. and i'm gonna have to miss England's match against Paraguay!! deng. hope the dinner ends fast! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*even the best falls down sometimes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-114989214434087153?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/114989214434087153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=114989214434087153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/114989214434087153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/114989214434087153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-blah-stupid-polland-only-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12764444.post-114973037783592902</id><published>2006-06-08T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:32:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/1600/aaron%20bday%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7456/1096/320/aaron%20bday%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addicted to it again~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12764444-114973037783592902?l=kimmywho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/feeds/114973037783592902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12764444&amp;postID=114973037783592902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/114973037783592902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12764444/posts/default/114973037783592902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmywho.blogspot.com/2006/06/addicted-to-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813715547688606769</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
