<?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-649921120532884200</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:37:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feo's rants and raves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>953</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-1347589534416654741</id><published>2012-02-15T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T22:16:51.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i left my phone dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a good mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? well it's because as soon as i get back home, i took a bath and i joined them [my eldest sister and Hamid] playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frozen Throne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first round, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and le sister &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;VS &lt;/span&gt;Hamid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;after a while le sister quitted the game and there's left &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; Hamid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;guess the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking&lt;/span&gt; what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrrfCANcVuQ/TzuyZjpuiNI/AAAAAAAAEoE/QbMcNBtRE8Q/s1600/dasdasdas.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrrfCANcVuQ/TzuyZjpuiNI/AAAAAAAAEoE/QbMcNBtRE8Q/s400/dasdasdas.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709353104758966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the game wasn't over yet, but i was on my killing streak and he knew he was gonna lose anyway so he left the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGAHAHAHA! B-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this time, he's the one who always did the killing.&lt;br /&gt;now it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i know his friends are way way way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;pro than him so.. i still need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored so i created sims for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt; and her ex-husband, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Russell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXQRSkSSCNo/TzuzSewGzQI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/sRTiCKLoAc4/s1600/katy.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXQRSkSSCNo/TzuzSewGzQI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/sRTiCKLoAc4/s400/katy.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709354082696088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GXFQUz-dMg/TzuzS6PKV9I/AAAAAAAAEoc/oCGyVFgyYc0/s1600/katy2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GXFQUz-dMg/TzuzS6PKV9I/AAAAAAAAEoc/oCGyVFgyYc0/s400/katy2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709354090074101714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfZxkyRXGy8/TzuzTsxo_RI/AAAAAAAAEoo/9eESJOlliQA/s1600/katy4.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfZxkyRXGy8/TzuzTsxo_RI/AAAAAAAAEoo/9eESJOlliQA/s400/katy4.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709354103640489234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa1eurV4Q_Y/TzuzUOhq6KI/AAAAAAAAEo0/H-O7uIrEYlo/s1600/katy5.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa1eurV4Q_Y/TzuzUOhq6KI/AAAAAAAAEo0/H-O7uIrEYlo/s400/katy5.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709354112700311714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i screenshot, the colour of the Sim's face became different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i started to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;my classroom.&lt;br /&gt;it is so damn peaceful, it makes me want to stay at school until 5PM.&lt;br /&gt;nobody can disturb me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just letting you know that i left my phone dead because i'm too lazy to charge it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;considering that nobody's gonna text me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those sad moments when my phone was ringing, i got excited but i found out it's from my classmates who asked about homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single effing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the friends who wanted to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; inform&lt;/span&gt; me about something important, they'll need to message me through&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;though i rarely open Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word of the day is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lze4swHFbM1qbjt25o1_500.png" /&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/649921120532884200-1347589534416654741?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/1347589534416654741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=1347589534416654741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1347589534416654741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1347589534416654741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-left-my-phone-dead.html' title='i left my phone dead.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrrfCANcVuQ/TzuyZjpuiNI/AAAAAAAAEoE/QbMcNBtRE8Q/s72-c/dasdasdas.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-733052094663945085</id><published>2012-02-14T19:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T19:37:20.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope this day end faster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today's equal with any normal plain day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;except today was quite good actually since i was picked up earlier than the rest of my friends and my parents treated me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all of those good thoughts are now ruined with this one simple thing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dreamed about something very very very super sad just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that dream was trying to tell me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;if a person hurts you, there must be a reason for it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i trust that this person who i dreamed just now have a good real reason or reasons for doing that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHT! why can't i just be evil and do the same thing to them?!&lt;br /&gt;right. it's because i am not evil [well, sometimes].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, my day is just so usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; exciting happened to me and it makes me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 322px;" src="http://static.tumblr.com/jj5lyxf/YVAly2oee/fuuu.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime.&lt;br /&gt;every single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking &lt;/span&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've gone to eat some &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asmah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;instead, as soon as i got back home, i played games and went to sleep unitl&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this day end faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nobody gets to listen to that song that i made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specialized for someone who might confess to me today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmph, too bad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's your loss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and that song is quite good too.&lt;br /&gt;no. it is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*poker face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; 14th February &lt;/span&gt;of last year is way way&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MORE FUN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole day with my bestfriends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and i have someone to text with during the midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i miss those moments~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2011 is, in fact, a lot MORE better than 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-superb-valentine-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here to read "My superb Valentine's Day".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; like im celebrating the Valentine's Day but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were learning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Chemistry &lt;/span&gt;today, i found a sorcery;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fe = Iron,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O = Oxygen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fe + O = FeO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-) like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking &lt;/span&gt;effing boss.&lt;br /&gt;NGHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;well do you have one?&lt;br /&gt;no, right?&lt;br /&gt;so it sucks to be you :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go and spend the rest of my night with the books.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting. *clap clap*&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/649921120532884200-733052094663945085?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/733052094663945085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=733052094663945085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/733052094663945085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/733052094663945085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hope-this-day-end-faster.html' title='i hope this day end faster.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3205035409268981899</id><published>2012-02-13T21:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:13:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is just a normal freaking day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is just another&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;i can see that my friends are planning to celebrate the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;V Day&lt;/span&gt; with their significant others and some are having a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Valentine's Dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;while i'm just staying silent, eating foods and going to continue my life as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm gonna keep myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll stay at school doing works until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.30PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;get back home, do homeworks, play games and soon the clock will show&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10PM&lt;/span&gt; and i'll go to sleep and then it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt; of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY OKAY I ADMIT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i made a cover of this one cute little song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just in case someone will confess to me tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;[which i can confirm now that it's very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE &lt;/span&gt;to happen so do me a favor and please pull the trigger on my head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s0SfRXH0IiQ" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="267"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, Feo.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay to be have a normal day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; can't&lt;/span&gt; celebrate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so you better off this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's okay Feo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't expect, don't hope and most importantly, don't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else, you will be so damn disappointed that you will feel like crashing everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna watch the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 54th Annual Grammy Awards&lt;/span&gt; so if you please excuse me :)&lt;br /&gt;will update again tomorrow, just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH FEO! STOP IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going to eat ice cream&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all alone &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow. so please stop it gosh damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-3205035409268981899?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3205035409268981899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3205035409268981899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3205035409268981899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3205035409268981899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/tomorrow-is-just-normal-freaking-day.html' title='tomorrow is just a normal freaking day.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/s0SfRXH0IiQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-2243781415970160779</id><published>2012-02-12T11:21:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:48:22.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a THIEF stole my school shoes and socks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guys! actually i've been wanting to tell you about my school shoes that's been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysteriouly missing&lt;/span&gt; last Friday morning but i thought the dog was the culprit so there's no need to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOWEVER! last night me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowong&lt;/span&gt; figured out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somebody STOLE my freaking shoes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;telling NONSENSE.&lt;br /&gt;i am serious and there's no way im gonna go all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "JK LOL" &lt;/span&gt;at this critical time.&lt;br /&gt;we suspect that there a thief broke into our house that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thursday night&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, i came back from school and put my shoes at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;center&lt;/span&gt; of the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;usually i'll put it near the main door but that time was different because i was in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the night of the Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, i went to sleep early because i was exhausted and Lowong stayed up late until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she claimed that at around&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12AM&lt;/span&gt;, while she was playing computer, she heard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weird sounds&lt;/span&gt; like the roof was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she neglected those weird sounds and turned off the computer and went to the living room to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went to the toilet for like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; three times&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid thing is,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she didn't bother &lt;/span&gt;to look at the door near the toilet whether it's locked or not.&lt;br /&gt;[my theory is, the door was not locked and that's how the THIEF get into our house]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3AM while she was about to go to bed, she heard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THREE loud bumping sounds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first, in our little shop. second near the kitchen and third in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so loud that it woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since i was too exhausted to wake up, i continued sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowong immediately woke my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they were too slow that the thief got away [based on our theory].&lt;br /&gt;they turned every lights on first before going downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the next morning, i found out that my school shoes are missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my socks that i put on top of the shoes are missing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What kind of dog that can take a pair of shoes and a pair of socks without leaving footprints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I know my dogs very well. Even if they bite those shoes, they would never take the socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Even if they took it, the shoes and socks can be found around the house area. I've searched around the house but I never did found the shoes and socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i'll make it clear&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, i am not making up a story&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i thought it was impossible but in this cruel world, every bad thing is POSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our theory is turning into a fact after we found some evidence last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9PaEuV1IKM/Tzc3OKgrz0I/AAAAAAAAElE/b_5Yzl_Jeok/s1600/P2123761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9PaEuV1IKM/Tzc3OKgrz0I/AAAAAAAAElE/b_5Yzl_Jeok/s400/P2123761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708091769194532674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture above is our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken Photostate Machine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we covered it with that and there's a layer of thick dust above it.&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;we found the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fingerprints &lt;/span&gt;of the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvyT8l-ToZU/Tzc3OamFngI/AAAAAAAAElQ/w3lHiHvwqPQ/s1600/P2123762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tvyT8l-ToZU/Tzc3OamFngI/AAAAAAAAElQ/w3lHiHvwqPQ/s400/P2123762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708091773512162818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fingerprints of the culprit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Photostate is located at the front porch, near our main door and the lil shop's door.&lt;br /&gt;how can it be coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Theory : &lt;/span&gt;The thief tried to break into the little shop at 12AM but realised there's still a person inside [which was Lowong] so he changed his plan, he climbed the short wall off the front porch using the Photostate Machine and hid beside it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vIRieto1Ko/Tzc38g2GPmI/AAAAAAAAEmM/45R-t40cxd0/s1600/P2123767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vIRieto1Ko/Tzc38g2GPmI/AAAAAAAAEmM/45R-t40cxd0/s400/P2123767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708092565463907938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fingerprints that show us he fell down]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he fell down &lt;/span&gt;while climbing that and that explains why Lowong heard weird sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7clflD1A-8s/Tzc3Oinb7RI/AAAAAAAAElc/c1rVAIA7M4o/s1600/P2123763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7clflD1A-8s/Tzc3Oinb7RI/AAAAAAAAElc/c1rVAIA7M4o/s400/P2123763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708091775665302802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[looks like a hand to me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKOihR-hTWY/Tzc3O3sbnDI/AAAAAAAAElo/hQ6GjNIqt_E/s1600/P2123764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKOihR-hTWY/Tzc3O3sbnDI/AAAAAAAAElo/hQ6GjNIqt_E/s400/P2123764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708091781323398194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[BINGO! this is the culprit's fingernails! it fits for five fingers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; ever touch the dust above the Photostate Machine.&lt;br /&gt;the fingerprints and fingernails are clearly&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; ours!&lt;br /&gt;why would we even touch the dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4L-APNPJ1I/Tzc380Zu7JI/AAAAAAAAEmU/itml-JbyOfs/s1600/P2123768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4L-APNPJ1I/Tzc380Zu7JI/AAAAAAAAEmU/itml-JbyOfs/s400/P2123768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708092570713648274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[near the short wall, there's this one shoe print!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infront of the Photostate Machine, there was this big table.&lt;br /&gt;and i crystal clear remember that i put my shoes beside that table, which is infront of the culprit's hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCkrg74HPLI/Tzc38gJVD_I/AAAAAAAAEmA/DDHIJO4n6Z0/s1600/P2123766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hCkrg74HPLI/Tzc38gJVD_I/AAAAAAAAEmA/DDHIJO4n6Z0/s400/P2123766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708092565276135410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgHz0zl3Ufc/Tzc4nX5bzkI/AAAAAAAAEnI/fpd4YihaFMw/s1600/P2123772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mgHz0zl3Ufc/Tzc4nX5bzkI/AAAAAAAAEnI/fpd4YihaFMw/s400/P2123772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708093301796359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that's the big table and that's the place where i put my shoes and socks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that proves our theory right is,&lt;br /&gt;look at these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SYrbdnG64U/Tzc4nAduHuI/AAAAAAAAEm8/EIvJRPGOV14/s1600/P2123771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4SYrbdnG64U/Tzc4nAduHuI/AAAAAAAAEm8/EIvJRPGOV14/s400/P2123771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708093295506104034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgM7nTbrYZQ/Tzc39aK9tHI/AAAAAAAAEmw/fmIrCp5TUuY/s1600/P2123770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgM7nTbrYZQ/Tzc39aK9tHI/AAAAAAAAEmw/fmIrCp5TUuY/s400/P2123770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708092580852249714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GdwdhKsJ1M/Tzc39CXnahI/AAAAAAAAEmk/V34fIl8MIfM/s1600/P2123769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GdwdhKsJ1M/Tzc39CXnahI/AAAAAAAAEmk/V34fIl8MIfM/s400/P2123769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708092574462863890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's the SAME fingerprints with the ones on the Photostate Machine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cuplrit's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im becoming more like a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Detective Conan&lt;/span&gt; here B-)&lt;br /&gt;like a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the front porch, we have two little gates.&lt;br /&gt;one of them is the little gate near the door to our toilet!&lt;br /&gt;YES! when Lowong went to the toilet,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she didn't realise that the door was unlocked&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;that's where the thief got in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JM1LDFOwaFI/Tzc4niq6rxI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/HeZnwtwYjtw/s1600/P2123773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JM1LDFOwaFI/Tzc4niq6rxI/AAAAAAAAEnQ/HeZnwtwYjtw/s400/P2123773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708093304688258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the little gate and that's the door to the toilet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he went to the toilet, he passed the kitchen, and he immediately went to the little shop.&lt;br /&gt;since the little shop was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dark&lt;/span&gt;, he didn't dare to take the risk to turn on the lights so he tried stealing the admin's computer but failed becauses &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he cant see the wire&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's why Lowong heard loud sound coming from the little shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another evidence that helps this theory of us is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93W_fkyk5AU/Tzc4oKp3R0I/AAAAAAAAEng/onhfGhQh0QM/s1600/P2123774-horz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-93W_fkyk5AU/Tzc4oKp3R0I/AAAAAAAAEng/onhfGhQh0QM/s400/P2123774-horz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708093315421259586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowong clearly remember that before she went to sleep, the chair was like on the picture &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Before&lt;/span&gt;". but on the morning she realised the chair's position has been moved just like on the picture&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "After"&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, my darlings.&lt;br /&gt;since it's dark as heck, the thief can't see a thing,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he stumbled upon that chair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that makes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; loud noise that Lowong heard!&lt;br /&gt;she claimed that the first loud noise came from the little shop, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE?! EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since he knew the way to the little shop, he must have been observing our house for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/mother-of-god-meme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, that's not the fullstop of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the culprit&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PANICKED&lt;/span&gt; because he realised the loud noise he made might woke up the household.&lt;br /&gt;he ran to the kitchen, he didn't want to get out from the house with an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EMPTY &lt;/span&gt;hand, so he went to the living room and didn't dare to take the risk in turning on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Theory :&lt;/span&gt; In the living room, he might stumbled across something since it's dark. That explains the SECOND loud noise that Lowong heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANICKED &lt;/span&gt;again, he knew he need to get out from the house.&lt;br /&gt;on the way out, he saw this vacuum near the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-l-slSJWc/Tzc4ocZ_voI/AAAAAAAAEns/o0QeU0RF6DI/s1600/P2123776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-l-slSJWc/Tzc4ocZ_voI/AAAAAAAAEns/o0QeU0RF6DI/s400/P2123776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708093320186543746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, it's been months since we didn't touch that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so WHY would the handle of the vacuum is like that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that explains the THIRD loud noise that Lowong heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that vacuum was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and is&lt;/span&gt; located near the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;he might heard Lowong talking to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;since only one or two minute after that Lowong and dad went downstairs, the culprit still have some time to get out from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went through the little gates at the front porch, he accidentally stepped on my shoes, my white bright shoes suddenly became&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DIRTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and black as heck&lt;/span&gt;, he's afraid we'll find out so he took the shoes with the socks on top of it and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time Lowong and dad went downstairs, the thief has already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some evidence that proves this theory right is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our main gate at that time has a little opening for the dogs&lt;/span&gt; - that's how the culprit get into the house area.&lt;br /&gt;plus, on the next morning we found out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the little gates at the front porch have a wide opening for a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dogs were barking really loud so we can't hear any slight noise.&lt;br /&gt;since he knew the dogs doesn't bite, he must be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of our customers&lt;/span&gt; who we once told&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; "Masuk seja. Tida mengigit tu anjing. Dia gertak seja tu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, that thief is ABSOLUTELY STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am angry with that thief for stealing my school shoes and caused me to go to school with an old pair of shoes that morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i can detect whoe fingerprints are those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;! i need you right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that the thief will come back for the second attempt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid to go to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're very lucky at that time because if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowong &lt;/span&gt;didn't stay up late, of course we wouldn't realise the loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks to God for helping us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, of course the thief will already steal the computers and valuable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbJf3Fazmug/TzdAdv1ar1I/AAAAAAAAEn4/8W9M25cz9t8/s1600/P2123761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DbJf3Fazmug/TzdAdv1ar1I/AAAAAAAAEn4/8W9M25cz9t8/s400/P2123761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708101932516290386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coincidence or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're the one to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-2243781415970160779?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/2243781415970160779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=2243781415970160779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2243781415970160779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2243781415970160779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/thief-stole-my-school-shoes-and-socks.html' title='a THIEF stole my school shoes and socks!'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9PaEuV1IKM/Tzc3OKgrz0I/AAAAAAAAElE/b_5Yzl_Jeok/s72-c/P2123761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5970185543129549659</id><published>2012-02-11T14:22:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:11:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those FOUR pilaks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lowong was playing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "That Should Be Me"&lt;/span&gt; by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Justin Bieber &lt;/span&gt;on keyboard just now.&lt;br /&gt;i've told her countless of times already to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sing that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking &lt;/span&gt;song infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;it'll not only remind me about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those memories&lt;/span&gt; but it also have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the highest probability&lt;/span&gt; that can make me scream hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's good.&lt;br /&gt;we have to go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;most of the students were absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6.46AM&lt;/span&gt; this morning because my alarm clock wasn't ringing.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physic&lt;/span&gt;, i immediately woke up and rushed myself and finally managed to arrive at school before&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7.30AM&lt;/span&gt; with a disappointed face because the teacher for our Physic class was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to kill myself. i was having a conversation with my brain, complaining that i should've just gone back to sleep and shouldn't go to school but my conversation was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; interrupted&lt;/span&gt; as our Maths teacher came in and i was glad i came to school afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, anyhow, anywhat, today's good [repeating the same damn thing].&lt;br /&gt;except when i know that i know nothing about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perbahasan Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! by the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking &lt;/span&gt;way, the competition for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Drama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Debate&lt;/span&gt; will be held on the same day! and the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; English Choral&lt;/span&gt; will be held the day after that day.&lt;br /&gt;i need to pick one of them and it sucks because i want to join the three of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, since the teacher really needs me to be in the debate team.... i dropped the Drama and the Choral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really want to be in the drama.. i was supposed to be the evil princess! i just love acting evil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, anyhow, anywhat,&lt;br /&gt;i saw lots of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CUUUUUTE kids&lt;/span&gt; at the school just now!&lt;br /&gt;most of them were the teachers' children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was making a conclusion that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most adorable kids are well-mannered&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most unadorable kids are ill-mannered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KDrama&lt;/span&gt; entitled&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "You're Beautiful" &lt;/span&gt;lately.&lt;br /&gt;usually im not really [actually i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;] interested with Korean dramas or movies or songs.&lt;br /&gt;but this drama is an exception since&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Jang Geun Suk&lt;/span&gt; is in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the theme song is sooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEORZo4gKZ8/TzYKHET7lBI/AAAAAAAAEkU/A9qlCbfuyok/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEORZo4gKZ8/TzYKHET7lBI/AAAAAAAAEkU/A9qlCbfuyok/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707760694271382546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dont worry, i wont go around and say things like "he's my husband!" hysterically - like most of them usually do]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRUy9H-jpRM/TzYKHWJcu1I/AAAAAAAAEkg/7knbHeV5xSo/s1600/Untitled2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRUy9H-jpRM/TzYKHWJcu1I/AAAAAAAAEkg/7knbHeV5xSo/s400/Untitled2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707760699059256146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAuBnSDEI5M/TzYKHsUtf0I/AAAAAAAAEks/31C1M7kUMNE/s1600/Untitled3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAuBnSDEI5M/TzYKHsUtf0I/AAAAAAAAEks/31C1M7kUMNE/s400/Untitled3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707760705012072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bz7wgKXzgoc" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="208"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[everytime i listen to this song, my heart goes ARGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!! so sweet :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the lyrics are something i can relate with&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyday im watching this drama while eating junk foods.&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes. i have a double chin and i'm getting fat. in fact, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; fat.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i'll tell my brain&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "You hate foods. I hate foods. We're not gonna consume any"&lt;/span&gt; but i will always end up with eating more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6zMrymsGis/TzYPHKBup1I/AAAAAAAAEk4/lwHJBRZ3Gww/s1600/P2113716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F6zMrymsGis/TzYPHKBup1I/AAAAAAAAEk4/lwHJBRZ3Gww/s400/P2113716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707766193363789650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the culprit!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey, if you're my follower and i haven't followed you back, and you want me to follow you back, just shout at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chatbox&lt;/span&gt; beside this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this one incident that really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pissed me off&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i went to the church near our school because they're gonna pick me up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNFORTUNATELY&lt;/span&gt;, there were this four &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PILAKS&lt;/span&gt; loitering near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected, they started making those extremely annoying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Psssttt2" &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Peeewit"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was so damn pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;being mentally harassed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can no longer stay silent so i scold them.&lt;br /&gt;i said,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Di gereja pun mau begitu ka?! Jaga tu manner!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they turned their head to their back and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pretended&lt;/span&gt; that they're not looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;whoah so great. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suddenly they didn't have the courage to look at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. EAT THOSE SHITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"manner"&lt;/span&gt; to them because they wouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; understand the meaning of that word anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think they understand what i'm saying either since they're one of those worthless and useless PILAK group.&lt;br /&gt;[some of the pilaks are good. but MOST of them, are NOT.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sabahan Dictionary :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Pilak"&lt;/span&gt; means&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; "foreigners who came from unknown country and have NO passport and they've been sent back to their country before by our kind government but they're still thick-faced and managed to swim back to Sabah and live here WITHOUT any permission at all"&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i am still pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;how dare you mentally harassing girls even though you're just some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THICK-FACED&lt;/span&gt; foreigners that have no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERMIT&lt;/span&gt; to live in here?!&lt;br /&gt;know your position, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of you, i can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NEVER&lt;/span&gt; get to wear short pants here in Keningau.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? because you came from an isolated unknown place that never saw a girl wearing a short pants before so it makes you gone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wild&lt;/span&gt; just by seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna watch my darling dramas and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5970185543129549659?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5970185543129549659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5970185543129549659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5970185543129549659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5970185543129549659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/those-four-pilaks.html' title='those FOUR pilaks.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEORZo4gKZ8/TzYKHET7lBI/AAAAAAAAEkU/A9qlCbfuyok/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-270869709710104252</id><published>2012-02-08T19:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:04:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too busy to play games :'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx7vybVptA1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this month is gonna be such a busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt; month [and i like it].&lt;br /&gt;im involving myself in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; plenty of activities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Perbahasan B.M, English Debate, Choral Speaking, a Dance for Sukan Negeri Sabah [which will be held at Kompleks Sukan Keningau], and Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all to be done in this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't memorized any of the scripts yet, i haven't searched for the debate text and i have lots of homeworks to be done at the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;br /&gt;plus i'm the one who's doing the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scout's letters&lt;/span&gt; for our orientation camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXhyasjhyfw/TzJjiCQGkFI/AAAAAAAAEj8/4mpl9y3C-kY/s1600/P2083576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXhyasjhyfw/TzJjiCQGkFI/AAAAAAAAEj8/4mpl9y3C-kY/s400/P2083576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706733114202951762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm Scout's vice secretary]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6Jfdf__SM0/TzJjhRKHx6I/AAAAAAAAEjU/vku17v1ra8g/s1600/P2083573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6Jfdf__SM0/TzJjhRKHx6I/AAAAAAAAEjU/vku17v1ra8g/s400/P2083573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706733101024528290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[our script. my teacher told us not to expose its contents]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't searched for my topic for the upcoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ULBS&lt;/span&gt; [we'll be asked for the title of our topics and we'll do public speaking spontaneously].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;[and i like it]&lt;br /&gt;i have no time to play games anymore!&lt;br /&gt;[and i hate it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you, i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; complaining.&lt;br /&gt;i am just rambling my random thoughts and my uneasiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mA765-2mQIk/TzJjhWsEskI/AAAAAAAAEjo/0iLL3OWc5kc/s1600/P2083574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mA765-2mQIk/TzJjhWsEskI/AAAAAAAAEjo/0iLL3OWc5kc/s400/P2083574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706733102509109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i am the Netball's Form 4 committee member]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46xOcSyCH3k/TzJjhxWzdgI/AAAAAAAAEjw/UWcEdrt7nYM/s1600/P2083575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46xOcSyCH3k/TzJjhxWzdgI/AAAAAAAAEjw/UWcEdrt7nYM/s400/P2083575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706733109667657218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i'm also the English Club's Vice President]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. how busy.&lt;br /&gt;now you know how busy i am and how&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; burdening&lt;/span&gt; it is when every morning i'll walk pass below the school's building and there'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humans&lt;/span&gt; who'll call my name.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even bother looking up because ... i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;low self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D92PcT6P94M/TzJjhMdDPjI/AAAAAAAAEjM/6Ooz6eRls3U/s1600/P2063570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D92PcT6P94M/TzJjhMdDPjI/AAAAAAAAEjM/6Ooz6eRls3U/s400/P2063570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706733099761745458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this picture gave me the same feeling over and over again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-270869709710104252?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/270869709710104252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=270869709710104252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/270869709710104252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/270869709710104252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-busy-too-play-games.html' title='too busy to play games :&apos;('/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXhyasjhyfw/TzJjiCQGkFI/AAAAAAAAEj8/4mpl9y3C-kY/s72-c/P2083576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5153877884648364824</id><published>2012-02-05T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T10:21:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pointless post that i'm gonna post anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waking up in the morning with the song&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "The One That Got Away"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Katy Perry &lt;/span&gt;is a very good start for today [i hope so].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt like you're hungry but at the same time you don't want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;that's what i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;a mug of milk will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay last night my dream was really ....... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how can i possibly dream about something that i really don't want to remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screw you, brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are still talking about the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; V day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, there are like NINE days more.&lt;br /&gt;still a long way to go for you guys to post your romantic statuses.&lt;br /&gt;don't torture me with the thoughts of me being like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkUICaOygy8/Ty3lI9pHhMI/AAAAAAAAEi0/YOmuPy_zACQ/s1600/hhsahdhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkUICaOygy8/Ty3lI9pHhMI/AAAAAAAAEi0/YOmuPy_zACQ/s400/hhsahdhas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705468245097022658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot waste my time being in front of this screen all day long.&lt;br /&gt;i will go to the library tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;you're free to kill me if the library is closed due to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Malidur Rasul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave, i would like to share with you a picture from &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i changed my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tumblr's URL&lt;/span&gt; because i'd rather to have it private from those people who i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li8brdITKZ1qhsfdvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i always thought i'm the only one who did this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z_F9_KDmA0/Ty3nSJEA-NI/AAAAAAAAEjA/x3ein2I9NdI/s1600/tumblr_l7gpjgaAv01qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Z_F9_KDmA0/Ty3nSJEA-NI/AAAAAAAAEjA/x3ein2I9NdI/s400/tumblr_l7gpjgaAv01qaobbko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705470601804708050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MY DREAM SON!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhh he's so cute~&lt;br /&gt;i know at my age i shouldn't say stuff like this because people will think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negatively&lt;/span&gt; of me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWEVER! &lt;/span&gt;i'm gonna say it anyway : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i want to have a cute little son&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5153877884648364824?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5153877884648364824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5153877884648364824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5153877884648364824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5153877884648364824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/pointless-post-that-im-gonna-post.html' title='a pointless post that i&apos;m gonna post anyway.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kkUICaOygy8/Ty3lI9pHhMI/AAAAAAAAEi0/YOmuPy_zACQ/s72-c/hhsahdhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-8962728698621061566</id><published>2012-02-03T20:50:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T22:03:37.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a kind-of-fire actually broke out and i was half-awake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i was&lt;i&gt; really&lt;/i&gt; exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't wait for them to pick me up so i went home by taxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohhhhhhhhh i&lt;b&gt; really don't&lt;/b&gt; like walking by feet because i will feel really&lt;b&gt; ugly&lt;/b&gt; everytime and nerenget [mind you,&lt;i&gt; 'messy'&lt;/i&gt; and&lt;i&gt; 'nerenget' &lt;/i&gt;is a different thing].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so what i always do whenever i'm&lt;b&gt; low self-esteem&lt;/b&gt; is, i'll walk with my head down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i won't look at other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's why there were some of my &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; friends claimed that i'm&lt;i&gt; arrogant&lt;/i&gt; because well, they're looking at me but&lt;i&gt; i didn't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not that i don't want to look but one of the reasons is, i am &lt;b&gt;short-sighted&lt;/b&gt; already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i&lt;b&gt; couldn't&lt;/b&gt; see your face from a far distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;second reason, i &lt;b&gt;DON'T&lt;/b&gt; like to make&lt;b&gt; eye contacts &lt;/b&gt;with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever people are shaking hands with me, they tend to look straight into my eyes while i'll &lt;i&gt;automatically&lt;/i&gt; look down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe some of you think it is very &lt;b&gt;romantic&lt;/b&gt; for a person to stare into your eyes but i&lt;b&gt; DON'T&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's VERY &lt;b&gt;uncomfortable &lt;/b&gt;for a person to stare into my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;makes me want to slap the eyeballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but those are when i am in my &lt;b&gt;low self-esteem&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i'm in my crazy or friendly or hyper mode, &lt;b&gt;none&lt;/b&gt; of above will ever happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back to the main subject,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got back home, i took a shower, i played&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Frozen Throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with Lowong and the kids [haha i know what you're gonna say so shut up].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soon i was dizzy and i went for a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh damn it the nap was so damn &lt;b&gt;NICE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while i was taking a nap on the cozy couch, they [mom, Lowong, lil bro, and the kids] suddenly woke me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they went screaming [i really can't remember what they're saying because i was half-asleep half-awake] and i heard loud non-stop&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;BOOMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which sound like fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were &lt;b&gt;really panic &lt;/b&gt;and that made me panic too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they ran outside, i followed them and i saw that the&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;electrical substation's transformer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was on fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bharian.com.my/articles/Sabah_Sarawak_Setinggancurielektrik/pix_gal0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this thing is located to the left of our house's gate. i don't know what to call it actually so i call it &lt;i&gt;'electrical substation's transformer'&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, it was on fire, it was exploding and mom were &lt;b&gt;screaming&lt;/b&gt; telling the kids to ran behind the house [which is totally ridiculous because the gate behind our house is locked].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soon everything was silent and we were&lt;b&gt; fascinated&lt;/b&gt; by the beautiful fireworks that we just saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jk. they were all scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a while, this one cute kid named&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kalvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was making jokes with his friend&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;about me going to that electrical substation and that thing explodes and i became &lt;i&gt;bald&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were all laughing until suddenly &lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;BOOOOOOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything was silent again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as usual, mom became panic, they called the neighbour next to our house telling them to shut off the current like countless of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during that time me and&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Lowong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; went inside the house because it was so&lt;i&gt; freaking&lt;/i&gt; embarassing that i don't want to live in this planet anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imagine if you suddenly ran outside your house and told your neighbour that there was a fire broke off that they'll need to shut of their current.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;funniest prank ever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we called the dad and &lt;i&gt;bla bla bla bla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything's okay and i went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lowong said that it's &lt;b&gt;very hard &lt;/b&gt;to wake me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she said she&lt;b&gt; pulled my hair&lt;/b&gt; to wake me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the weirdest thing is, i didn't feel anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean, i didn't realise that she pulled my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i&lt;b&gt; don't &lt;/b&gt;even feel any pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been such a long time since i haven't talked about school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, school is being fine until there was this&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; containing our school's rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which i found &lt;b&gt;half of them&lt;/b&gt; were&lt;i&gt; totally &lt;/i&gt;ridiculous and they make it&lt;b&gt; compulsory&lt;/b&gt; to agree with the rules and that makes us, the students, &lt;b&gt;forced&lt;/b&gt; to sign them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;im sorry to say this but this is what i think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, you can't &lt;b&gt;sue&lt;/b&gt; me or blame me for talking about my opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember that we, the students, have &lt;b&gt;the rights to talk about our opinions&lt;/b&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't&lt;b&gt; suppress&lt;/b&gt; us just because most of us were still unfamiliar with the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Article 10 of the Constitution of Malaysia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that guarantees Malaysian citizens &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the right to freedom of speech&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have been in troubles just because i was giving&lt;b&gt; my opinions&lt;/b&gt; in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once i was forced to sign up things that were&lt;b&gt; untrue &lt;/b&gt;and i was suppressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was&lt;b&gt; kind of&lt;/b&gt; blackmailed by this one person who told me to sign up things&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; i will get thrown out from the school.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;tried&lt;/b&gt; to defend myself but that person changed the&lt;b&gt; FACT&lt;/b&gt; of what really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well since i was still&lt;b&gt; a freshly 14 years old kid&lt;/b&gt; back then, &lt;b&gt;nobody&lt;/b&gt; will believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they will only believe the adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, i've all grown up and i &lt;b&gt;WON'T &lt;/b&gt;let the same damn thing happened again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i won't let myself being suppressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this time i will stand for what i think is right.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's stop talking about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right now i have this &lt;i&gt;mixed feelings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you might think that i don't know anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but actually&lt;b&gt; i noticed everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just that i choose to stay silent so that it won't turn into a bigger mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i understand why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and if i were asked,&lt;b&gt; i would refuse too&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but can't you at least tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that'll mean something to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will feel that i am something to lots of people out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's okay though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything's fine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though my instincts are always right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-8962728698621061566?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/8962728698621061566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=8962728698621061566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8962728698621061566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8962728698621061566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/kind-of-fire-actually-broke-out-and-i.html' title='a kind-of-fire actually broke out and i was half-awake.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5876744325379842654</id><published>2012-02-01T18:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:28:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can't keep our burdening secrets by ourselves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.35PM&lt;/span&gt; and i just got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rode a bus for one day only because the bus driver c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouldn't &lt;/span&gt;pick me up at 1.35PM and 2.00PM so i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;our class usually ends at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.35PM&lt;/span&gt; on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;on Thursday, our class will end at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2.00PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or if we're&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lucky &lt;/span&gt;enough, we can go back home at 1.00PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? my life is getting more busy and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i like it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mainly it's because whenever i'm busy, it prevents me from thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about those unnecessary things that makes me want to throw my cellphone everytime&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the sentence above there, i got back home late today [5PM-6PM is considered late] because i went for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a walk &lt;/span&gt;with my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;we went to this one cafe, we ate lunch, talked about things and of course about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; secrets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's been such a long time &lt;/span&gt;i haven't spilled my thoughts with my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can't keep our burdening secrets by ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we need to let all of the burdening things that we've been keeping bottled inside for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;same goes to me.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to stay silent with all of these awkward thoughts all by myself, i might've gone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish we have all night long to talk but fact is ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Tomorrow is school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The parents won't allow us to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I've got lots of homeworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Time won't wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. School is tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long-lost-but-i've-found&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HandyCam &lt;/span&gt;and i found these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i don't remember whether i've shared them with you guys before so i'm going to share one more time.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling bored? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OjWIyd72ms/TykfeiCQHzI/AAAAAAAAEho/UqkuEVkpuL0/s1600/DSC07756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OjWIyd72ms/TykfeiCQHzI/AAAAAAAAEho/UqkuEVkpuL0/s400/DSC07756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704125012434231090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i love capturing beautiful moments. because picture lasts and moments don't]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tSICQ57f2g/TykflajOqzI/AAAAAAAAEik/qDx9e3aX_LA/s1600/DSC07761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tSICQ57f2g/TykflajOqzI/AAAAAAAAEik/qDx9e3aX_LA/s400/DSC07761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704125130684148530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what i was doing over there?&lt;br /&gt;still remember about our night party on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th October&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i was printing the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZYfV8igTPs/TykffhNTgLI/AAAAAAAAEiY/hgXQ1t2bdEU/s1600/DSC07760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mZYfV8igTPs/TykffhNTgLI/AAAAAAAAEiY/hgXQ1t2bdEU/s400/DSC07760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704125029392023730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, they were all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;except that my printer ran out of ink and i was forced to print them at those shops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[those shops' printers have no quality at all so some of the tickets were FUGLY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnqupRqobYo/TykfenuXn1I/AAAAAAAAEh4/KqlNdHasZJQ/s1600/DSC07757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnqupRqobYo/TykfenuXn1I/AAAAAAAAEh4/KqlNdHasZJQ/s400/DSC07757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704125013961449298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbbRq0ekVYM/TykffJtpnbI/AAAAAAAAEiA/--ino58vaDs/s1600/DSC07758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JbbRq0ekVYM/TykffJtpnbI/AAAAAAAAEiA/--ino58vaDs/s400/DSC07758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704125023085239730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqaN1bPWPgs/TykffXUxH6I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/7j58gJHBu64/s1600/DSC07759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqaN1bPWPgs/TykffXUxH6I/AAAAAAAAEiQ/7j58gJHBu64/s400/DSC07759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704125026738970530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last year's night party :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.G.I.F Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.G.I.F Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif-part-three.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.G.I.F Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh puh-lease humans.&lt;br /&gt;im tired listening to all of your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Valen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;-freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-tine's Day'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather pull the trigger than listening to those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; craps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care okay. i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least, i've got lots of things to talk about but i don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5876744325379842654?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5876744325379842654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5876744325379842654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5876744325379842654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5876744325379842654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-cant-keep-our-burdening-secrets-by.html' title='we can&apos;t keep our burdening secrets by ourselves.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OjWIyd72ms/TykfeiCQHzI/AAAAAAAAEho/UqkuEVkpuL0/s72-c/DSC07756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-927517371481741771</id><published>2012-01-31T17:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:25:20.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been "sick". *poker face*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was supposed to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Keningau Sports Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today for our school's mini sports but i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sick'&lt;/span&gt;, you see.&lt;br /&gt;although i tried &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my hardest&lt;/span&gt; to go, i was still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*poker face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been observing the&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lately and found out that people are now talking about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; [even though there are like 14 days left].&lt;br /&gt;usually i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt; bother talking about this stuff [since it's impossible for humans to confess to me on that day just like what always happen in fairytales and movies].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there is a "but"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw their statuses talking about something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Oh im gonna sing this song to my valentine on valentine's day. what do you think?"&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i remembered about this one old song that i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; adored &lt;/span&gt;so much and i want to share this song with you guys so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yFHg0Tv8ViE" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="267"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are so damn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; killing &lt;/span&gt;me because they are so damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet &lt;/span&gt;that im gonna kill my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-freaking-&lt;/span&gt;self because im just gonna get fat and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die &lt;/span&gt;or probably just shoot my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-freaking-&lt;/span&gt;self with a gun during that whole&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking &lt;/span&gt;day of 14th February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first verse says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;You know, theres times in life when the person you really love&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Just doesn't come around when you really need them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;So if you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;This song is out to you, listen&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;"Dear cupid where ever you may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Please point your bow and arrow shoot&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;one at me&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;I need to fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Someone that would not pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Someone more than just a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Cupid, break me free (Yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Time is running out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;I need one to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Cause 14th of February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235); display: inline !important; float: none; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im gonna need a Valentine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;gonna spend the rest of this post talking about how sweet that song is.&lt;br /&gt;you know, im just gonna get a life and laugh on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.9gag.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;[seriously i can spend my whole entire life browsing through 9gag (if only i have that much life) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to change the subject,&lt;br /&gt;i was about to share these pictures yesterday but i was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too damn lazy &lt;/span&gt;to move a single muscle in uploading pictures in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the pictures that i captured on last last night.&lt;br /&gt;they were the last but not the least fireworks for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CNY's closing celebration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xol-VhzO_uY/Tye87a1JtuI/AAAAAAAAEgk/8ZFfQdkaB5g/s1600/P1293551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xol-VhzO_uY/Tye87a1JtuI/AAAAAAAAEgk/8ZFfQdkaB5g/s400/P1293551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703735182088582882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7OTNhyGIGk/Tye88STR90I/AAAAAAAAEhI/1mcQwXOI9S8/s1600/P1293559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7OTNhyGIGk/Tye88STR90I/AAAAAAAAEhI/1mcQwXOI9S8/s400/P1293559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703735196978902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQAAVfIy38/Tye89KBpsFI/AAAAAAAAEhU/nALedNrI5ik/s1600/P1293555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQAAVfIy38/Tye89KBpsFI/AAAAAAAAEhU/nALedNrI5ik/s400/P1293555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703735211937345618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[do you notice that there were some purplish colour?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwxAJw3yPSs/Tye87qhEQJI/AAAAAAAAEgs/X9IQRRTqhao/s1600/P1293561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwxAJw3yPSs/Tye87qhEQJI/AAAAAAAAEgs/X9IQRRTqhao/s400/P1293561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703735186299306130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this was the part where every neighbour ran outside their house and goes&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "WHOAHHH LOOK AT THAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HfFlQi6fKZg/Tye874oBKyI/AAAAAAAAEg8/wTa6-qL0grE/s1600/P1293560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HfFlQi6fKZg/Tye874oBKyI/AAAAAAAAEg8/wTa6-qL0grE/s400/P1293560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703735190086560546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the fireworks through the camera is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally worth it&lt;/span&gt; because those pictures are just so beautiful, i know.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. now praise my photography skills you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ungrateful &lt;/span&gt;little bastards!&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;mistaken me for Lowong and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mistaken&lt;/span&gt; Lowong for me.&lt;br /&gt;every random person that saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both of us &lt;/span&gt;will say something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Kamu kembar ka?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;every! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; did one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;asking us about that.&lt;br /&gt;they can't even&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; differentiate &lt;/span&gt;which is the older sister and the younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;fact is, they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;thought that i am the older one [well maybe because i am taller].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even my parents always mistaken us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my aunts and uncles too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, just now my mom said to Lowong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Feo~ bagus2 layan si Al"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the HECK?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's crystal clear that she's Lowong and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially everytime i wear Lowong's shirt.&lt;br /&gt;they will never miss in calling the wrong name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*unsatisfied face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i heard she was calling her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Feo"&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pulls the trigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyhow anywhat, i super &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the show&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; "How I Met Your Mother" &lt;/span&gt;and i will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; stop loving them. especially &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/span&gt;. oh how i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51urSnEhU2L._SX500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've finished all of my homeworks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[well, not all but most...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-927517371481741771?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/927517371481741771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=927517371481741771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/927517371481741771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/927517371481741771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-been-sick-poker-face.html' title='i&apos;ve been &quot;sick&quot;. *poker face*'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yFHg0Tv8ViE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-8578107529896282361</id><published>2012-01-30T16:52:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:47:29.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to KK with my bestfriends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i've been away quite for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's because i went for a trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; with my bestfriends for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR &lt;/span&gt;days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6FZe6QNnCA/TyZas7UljjI/AAAAAAAAEco/PfFi9uUukFs/s1600/DSCN8206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6FZe6QNnCA/TyZas7UljjI/AAAAAAAAEco/PfFi9uUukFs/s400/DSCN8206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703345705996095026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was fun even though there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some problems &lt;/span&gt;that's been really troubling me up until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh let's not talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont want this post to turn into a boring sad emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, i went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anne's house&lt;/span&gt; and gave her that shirt.&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to give her that shirt during her birthday but..... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! yeap, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;designed &lt;/span&gt;that shirt all by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and Anne was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the first one&lt;/span&gt; to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdIYAaB1tRw/TyZbnHrHLBI/AAAAAAAAEc0/2jovUJXUxmk/s1600/Anne%2527s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdIYAaB1tRw/TyZbnHrHLBI/AAAAAAAAEc0/2jovUJXUxmk/s400/Anne%2527s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703346705744210962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i made this design]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYzslVknJI/TyZbndInFpI/AAAAAAAAEdA/VRHWl1aYR5Q/s1600/DSCN8205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpYzslVknJI/TyZbndInFpI/AAAAAAAAEdA/VRHWl1aYR5Q/s400/DSCN8205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703346711505082002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[im touched because that shirt is indeed beautiful]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, we lived in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne's aunt's house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i met her two little cute cousins named&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Kolie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 560px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/390015_188206954605026_100002471682121_377493_746546185_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this is Isaac. i took this picture from Anne's album]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in real life,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he's small, chubby and cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he only speaks in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;awwww he's so damn cute until that one time when i was playing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ultraman&lt;/span&gt; with him and he suddenly became wild and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bite &lt;/span&gt;my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then on the very next day, he asked about my arm and said he wanted to treat my arm.&lt;br /&gt;he even said sorry to me.&lt;br /&gt;how cute! T-T&lt;br /&gt;[how i wish i have a cute little chubby son]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 348px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/375346_188206984605023_100002471682121_377494_823310694_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that little girl is Kolie. took this picture from Anne's album too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac always bully Kolie but the fact is,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he really likes her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during we were going to Anne's house, we brought Isaac with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as we arrived at Anne's house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Isaac : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I want to meet Kolie! [he thought Kolie was inside Anne's house]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Isaac likes to wear makeups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isaac : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;No. Im not a girl. Makeups for girls only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Ooh. So you like if Kolie wear makeups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isaac :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*stares at me in the eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes. When Kolie wear makeups, very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isaac : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*sleeps and suddenly wakes up* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wanna go home now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Me : Why? You miss Kolie already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Isaac : Yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the four days, we didn't have any good rest because we slept around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 or 5AM &lt;/span&gt;every day.&lt;br /&gt;we ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie &lt;/span&gt;in the middle of the night [which is very unhealthy], we drank&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Milo&lt;/span&gt; and eat biscuits and shared our own stories.&lt;br /&gt;we even made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prank calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Chinese New Year &lt;/span&gt;and i got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM40&lt;/span&gt; only for angpao.&lt;br /&gt;still better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rC_U8ltHKk/TyZf2unvEtI/AAAAAAAAEes/ARemoTpxu9g/s1600/besties%2B%252810%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8rC_U8ltHKk/TyZf2unvEtI/AAAAAAAAEes/ARemoTpxu9g/s400/besties%2B%252810%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703351371943580370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anne during CNY]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the night after CNY, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;modified &lt;/span&gt;those jeans and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;the results were splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtMEBxZeFYM/TyZgAwfRELI/AAAAAAAAEe4/wko2sxAc5G4/s1600/besties%2B%252815%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtMEBxZeFYM/TyZgAwfRELI/AAAAAAAAEe4/wko2sxAc5G4/s400/besties%2B%252815%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703351544243622066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[some midnight snacks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day, we cleaned up Anne's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiZMCIMBduk/TyZf1w1-cmI/AAAAAAAAEeI/og19uVfzX_s/s1600/besties%2B%252823%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiZMCIMBduk/TyZf1w1-cmI/AAAAAAAAEeI/og19uVfzX_s/s400/besties%2B%252823%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703351355360309858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i put this on selftimer. still got the time to camwhore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the night of the third day, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suria&lt;/span&gt; around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.30PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was a good thing that Anne's sister joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5p9gJtj7QmQ/TyZcsBjYSJI/AAAAAAAAEdM/dNJF0XRlgdY/s1600/besties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5p9gJtj7QmQ/TyZcsBjYSJI/AAAAAAAAEdM/dNJF0XRlgdY/s400/besties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703347889512138898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from left to right : Anne, Lanie, Bebeth]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for dinner [honestly, the chicken rice sucks and the service was very poor].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEVOYkwaPQk/TyZcs9qwLKI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ATHp3NbTco0/s1600/besties%2B%25286%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEVOYkwaPQk/TyZcs9qwLKI/AAAAAAAAEd4/ATHp3NbTco0/s400/besties%2B%25286%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703347905649192098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9z9cBejqPY/TyZhE_RV-cI/AAAAAAAAEfE/PNt8P1wn2rE/s1600/besties%2B%252818%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9z9cBejqPY/TyZhE_RV-cI/AAAAAAAAEfE/PNt8P1wn2rE/s400/besties%2B%252818%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703352716442859970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xu6Q1osJ3U/TyZjIzAKRZI/AAAAAAAAEgA/NTQYa5OU5aM/s1600/besties%2B%25288%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Xu6Q1osJ3U/TyZjIzAKRZI/AAAAAAAAEgA/NTQYa5OU5aM/s400/besties%2B%25288%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703354980892296594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TeyBlamP50/TyZjJY7vs2I/AAAAAAAAEgM/sJAey5b-JBE/s1600/besties%2B%252813%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3TeyBlamP50/TyZjJY7vs2I/AAAAAAAAEgM/sJAey5b-JBE/s400/besties%2B%252813%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703354991074325346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what a serial killer's face i got there.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdI9MzqX-U4/TyZcseXMRQI/AAAAAAAAEdo/B7cRd-HB9UY/s1600/besties%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdI9MzqX-U4/TyZcseXMRQI/AAAAAAAAEdo/B7cRd-HB9UY/s400/besties%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703347897245648130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[notice the short pants i was wearing? that's the jeans that we modified]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YGk5LK-iBs/TyZhE406yZI/AAAAAAAAEfU/9hbRWPEGqIU/s1600/besties%2B%252814%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YGk5LK-iBs/TyZhE406yZI/AAAAAAAAEfU/9hbRWPEGqIU/s400/besties%2B%252814%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703352714713024914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the short pants that Anne was wearing is the one that we modified too]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-5lBysQD4/TyZcsNWRpYI/AAAAAAAAEdU/1Rse3njlYrA/s1600/besties%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lF-5lBysQD4/TyZcsNWRpYI/AAAAAAAAEdU/1Rse3njlYrA/s400/besties%2B%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703347892678403458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lots of funny things happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when Lanie was not ashamed of camwhoring in there.&lt;br /&gt;it's a good thing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNq5HzTdbsE/TyZf12k-tdI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/jv1r5_Mlj4A/s1600/besties%2B%252821%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FNq5HzTdbsE/TyZf12k-tdI/AAAAAAAAEeQ/jv1r5_Mlj4A/s400/besties%2B%252821%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703351356899636690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, we bought tickets for the movie entitled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Underworld&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at first we wanted to buy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2D &lt;/span&gt;because it started at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9.30PM&lt;/span&gt; but the slot was full.&lt;br /&gt;so we bought tickets for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3D&lt;/span&gt; and it started at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.40PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we were waiting, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KBox&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;another funny thing that happened was, we cant find the place to insert the coins.&lt;br /&gt;we get mad and changed place.&lt;br /&gt;but actually we need to pay at the counter first and tell the room number.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsrdkIPAqKQ/TyZcs2FKxdI/AAAAAAAAEdw/SqzM-lO478w/s1600/besties%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsrdkIPAqKQ/TyZcs2FKxdI/AAAAAAAAEdw/SqzM-lO478w/s400/besties%2B%25285%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703347903612503506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_QrwIBqiLM/TyZjIp3Us-I/AAAAAAAAEf0/zKtyGodpDSI/s1600/besties%2B%25287%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_QrwIBqiLM/TyZjIp3Us-I/AAAAAAAAEf0/zKtyGodpDSI/s400/besties%2B%25287%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703354978439312354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure there were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lots &lt;/span&gt;of picture that we captured but Lanie haven't upload them yet.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay though.&lt;br /&gt;asal ada. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad Anne and her sister went back home first under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some circumstances&lt;/span&gt; [i dont want to talk about it since it's very sensitive and .... it'll ruin my mood]&lt;br /&gt;we waited and waited and waited and FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp8mDdU7bjU/TyZhFZCM3DI/AAAAAAAAEfc/BGjijvu0T3I/s1600/besties%2B%252826%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp8mDdU7bjU/TyZhFZCM3DI/AAAAAAAAEfc/BGjijvu0T3I/s400/besties%2B%252826%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703352723358669874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unsatisfying&lt;/span&gt; since ... okay i dont want to be a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;you go watch it by yourself, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, everything was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exhausting but really fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;because it was a trip with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTFRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;although there were some bad things happened, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wont&lt;/span&gt; remember about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to remember happy things and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; forget &lt;/span&gt;about those troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got lots of things to tell you guys but i totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;will blog about it later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to practice playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Frozen Throne&lt;/span&gt; with the little brother.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh i shouldn't get this addicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont going to school tomorrow anyway as im going sick.&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/649921120532884200-8578107529896282361?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/8578107529896282361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=8578107529896282361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8578107529896282361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8578107529896282361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/trip-to-kk-with-my-bestfriends.html' title='a trip to KK with my bestfriends!'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6FZe6QNnCA/TyZas7UljjI/AAAAAAAAEco/PfFi9uUukFs/s72-c/DSCN8206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-2126730004636380591</id><published>2012-01-24T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:53:05.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is this flu? or........ bronchitis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this morning i have a trouble with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up because my nose was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sore&lt;/span&gt; and i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cant&lt;/span&gt; swallow my saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank hot water and ate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1/15 &lt;/span&gt;of my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;at that point, i realised that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there is a mucus stuck on my oesophagus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even swallow the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i Googled it and i found &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;"try brushing the roof or your mouth (with toothbrush of course) and your tongue, brush far back in your throat, so it will almost make you gag or cough, if you have a easy gag reflex, it should cause you to start gagging/coughing and you can spit it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried it and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i puked off&lt;/span&gt; my 1/15 breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;man it was too gross that i have to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;however,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it doesn't work&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the mucus just wont get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tried the next suggestion [it is the best answer apparently], "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Drink a BIG glass of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt; This can be the result of&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts cs4-visible" id="lw_1327371258_0" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;dehydration"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank almost&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two big mug&lt;/span&gt; but i can still feel the mucus in there.&lt;br /&gt;stupid mucus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"  &gt;"Take 8oz of warm water and add 1/8 tsp. of salt. Stir. Use it to gargle with. I promise that it will cut through all that post-nasal drip you have in the back of your throat and you'll be able to spit it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried spitting hard and in the end it causes my head to ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none of it worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then what makes me to jaw-drop right now is, the article says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="whb" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; color: rgb(65, 65, 65); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(249, 247, 241);"&gt;If all else fails, consult a doctor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 65, 65); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(249, 247, 241); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14px;"  &gt;. As you may be suffering from influenza or bronchitis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you like, freaking kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Googled for the symptoms of bronchitis and,&lt;br /&gt;"O&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Georgia,Arial,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;font-size:12px;"  &gt;ften the mucous has a yellowish or even green tinge. Other acute bronchitis symptoms may include wheezing, chest pain, sore throat, muscle aches, fatigue and a low-grade fever. These symptoms generally last between four days and a week. A fever above 38.5°C (101°F) is suggestive of a respiratory illness caused by bacteria, such as pneumonia, and ought to be checked out by a physician."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch, my mucus is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; in colour.&lt;br /&gt;i did complain about having a sore throat last few days&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and that my back hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could this be a normal flu or ....... something more critical?&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/649921120532884200-2126730004636380591?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/2126730004636380591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=2126730004636380591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2126730004636380591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2126730004636380591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-this-flu-or-bronchitis.html' title='is this flu? or........ bronchitis?'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-4999093634965995700</id><published>2012-01-23T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:37:33.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden flu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's killing me that i have a runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;i looked even more ugly and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; miserable&lt;/span&gt; than before. trust me, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hoped everything is going to be alright today.&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my only wish&lt;/span&gt; right now - to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you'll be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'Oh my gosh. Talking about the same old boring "the problem" again. Im gonna stop reading these bullshits'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been such a long time since i last upload any song cover.&lt;br /&gt;i've been in my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; low self-esteem mode&lt;/span&gt; lately, realising that my voice is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so damn &lt;/span&gt;ugly.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i need to practice and practice and practice.&lt;br /&gt;haish how i wish i have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;'s voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here you go.&lt;br /&gt;looks like this is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first &lt;/span&gt;keyboard cover of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kO0C_ESS_zQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="267" width="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-4999093634965995700?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/4999093634965995700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=4999093634965995700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/4999093634965995700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/4999093634965995700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/sudden-flu.html' title='sudden flu.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kO0C_ESS_zQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-8861531255942619572</id><published>2012-01-22T21:33:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:13:23.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having an unsolved problem is killing me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;harsh fact is, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; can't&lt;/span&gt; solve the problem today.&lt;br /&gt;i will if i could but the fact is, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;can not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i'll be able to solve it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do every time i try to solve it, there must be something that will prevent me from solving it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGHTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take living with this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unsolved feelings&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tomorrow is a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my friends texted me but i have no credit to reply them.&lt;br /&gt;[to be precise, my credits have reached its deadline]&lt;br /&gt;i don't see any reason of why i should have a phone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or why i should fill its tummy with credits&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start talking about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; truths&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; honest things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's not because i want to hurt their feelings but it's because i'm just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; tired of being nice with those who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never cares&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, one of my 2012 resolutions is to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; "be a good and a kind person"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; see any point in being good and kind with those who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never notice&lt;/span&gt; what you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not accomplish anything today.&lt;br /&gt;the happiest thing that have ever happened to me today is : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eating lots of junk foods and soda drinks&lt;/span&gt; [too bad there's no Cokes :( ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting fat and i don't give a damn anymore because i've got no one to impress so hell yeah, i'm gonna do whatever i like and eat whatever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been learning on how to play this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Frozen Throne&lt;/span&gt; thingy [i refuse to call it the effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dota"&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Z4v2QsblY/TxwUu64JspI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/9XThwJxHzOw/s1600/dasjkodnmkasld%252C.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Z4v2QsblY/TxwUu64JspI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/9XThwJxHzOw/s400/dasjkodnmkasld%252C.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700454024655516306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40/0/1&lt;/span&gt; means i've killed 40 times and i've been killed 0 time and assist 1 time]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know, i know. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;believe myself that i am that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pro &lt;/span&gt;B-) .&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA! jk jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"WTF"&lt;/span&gt; mode on [where the mana will not decrease] so no wonder i won.&lt;br /&gt;but still! this is considered&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; good &lt;/span&gt;already because i was fighting with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; insane&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[i mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, Lowong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt; were fighting five insanes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2X-9En4Mw9g/TxwUtS7zk0I/AAAAAAAAEb4/l3_TIRlXbFM/s1600/dasjkodnmkasld2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2X-9En4Mw9g/TxwUtS7zk0I/AAAAAAAAEb4/l3_TIRlXbFM/s400/dasjkodnmkasld2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700453996753556290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[while i was capturing screen shots, the ugly enemy took the chance to kill me once =_=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ugly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Lightning Revelant&lt;/span&gt; is so damn powerful oh!&lt;br /&gt;just click the power for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;countless of times&lt;/span&gt; and every&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; stupid &lt;/span&gt;enemy will die.&lt;br /&gt;[padahal main "WTF"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, jeng jeng jeng. .  . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7rceYrwOg0/TxwUuBMR6hI/AAAAAAAAEcE/fPrvoyiZkZQ/s1600/dasjkodnmkasld3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7rceYrwOg0/TxwUuBMR6hI/AAAAAAAAEcE/fPrvoyiZkZQ/s400/dasjkodnmkasld3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700454009170684434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al [that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"jasoN" &lt;/span&gt;down there] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; to play with us because i know i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more pro&lt;/span&gt; than him even though he start playing this game earlier than me.&lt;br /&gt;he cant afford to lose so he claimed that he's not playing with us, instead he'll sell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;items/health/etc&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me practice for like months and for sure i will be able to defeat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a human&lt;/span&gt; &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;aiseh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high confidence &lt;/span&gt;kunun. sekali tingu kalah ni. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand the feeling of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neglecting the world &lt;/span&gt;just to play this game.&lt;br /&gt;if i have a boyfriend right now, for sure im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gonna reply the text messages in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a short time&lt;/span&gt; just to c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oncentrate&lt;/span&gt; on this game.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder all those girlfriends are going&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; bserk&lt;/span&gt; when their boyfriends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neglect&lt;/span&gt; them just to play this thing.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt; and once you've won, you'll get all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cocky &lt;/span&gt;and looking foward for the next game.&lt;br /&gt;kalau main sama kawan-kawan ni memang siok ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for CS, i've got some improvements in using the ugly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;AWP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiIhw8xjj_M/TxwZNAFXCsI/AAAAAAAAEcc/wJxG3pLxrGU/s1600/fasdfasdsa2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiIhw8xjj_M/TxwZNAFXCsI/AAAAAAAAEcc/wJxG3pLxrGU/s400/fasdfasdsa2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700458939495680706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhhhhhh! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not yet pro &lt;/span&gt;in this :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-8861531255942619572?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/8861531255942619572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=8861531255942619572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8861531255942619572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8861531255942619572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/having-unsolved-problem-is-killing-me.html' title='having an unsolved problem is killing me.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1Z4v2QsblY/TxwUu64JspI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/9XThwJxHzOw/s72-c/dasjkodnmkasld%252C.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-1536138000790867696</id><published>2012-01-21T14:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T15:16:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like the world was on my shoulder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have not yet solve my biggest problem, but i am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; able &lt;/span&gt;to solve them today!&lt;br /&gt;since&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Billy &lt;/span&gt;couldn't help me today, he's gonna help me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;so, my problem is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; probably&lt;/span&gt; gonna be solved tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont expect for good things but i expect things to be BETTER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i can solve the problem this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; easy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if only i knew &lt;/span&gt;i could solve it this easily, i would've done it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since after that incident, my dad was trying to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;while he was driving me to school, he was trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make jokes&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Al &lt;/span&gt;about me.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt laugh though. i was just staring outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[i almost laugh when Al said that i looked like Halimah Juling - but i didnt anyway]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was forced to talk to him because i needed his money.&lt;br /&gt;urght. how i wish i could do a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part-time job&lt;/span&gt; so that i wont need to talk to him and i wont need to ask him for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; God&lt;/span&gt; for helping me to get through all of these.&lt;br /&gt;i admit it that i prayed every day, asking some help, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i realised that nothing happened because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i didnt work my butt off&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant just sit there and wait for miracles to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i need to make the miracles happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; did&lt;/span&gt; happen today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will happen tomorrow too because from now on im gonna work hard and be careful so that i wont get involved in any&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; big problems&lt;/span&gt; anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate those people who have helped me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; indirectly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they dont know that they have helped me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate every little things that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will start to count my blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example : even though i dont have an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iPhone&lt;/span&gt;, i have my own laptop which those unfortunate kids out there dont have. i need to be grateful and should not be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grumpy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will cherish every moment and take every chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i should not regret because life must go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regretting will make us stuck in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i've promised, im gonna laugh my ass off when my problem is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i trust the sayings :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It might be stormy now. But it can't rain forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxu6121mAh1qaobbko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year's pictures :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80jJhcFAMUY/Txpk8UKVY2I/AAAAAAAAEbU/6fwuS0yTGqc/s1600/IMG0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80jJhcFAMUY/Txpk8UKVY2I/AAAAAAAAEbU/6fwuS0yTGqc/s400/IMG0359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699979265757766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHkvRUcMRvQ/Txpl7uERlSI/AAAAAAAAEbs/mJcckR8ADgk/s1600/IMG0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RHkvRUcMRvQ/Txpl7uERlSI/AAAAAAAAEbs/mJcckR8ADgk/s400/IMG0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699980355043431714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i miss my nails :'( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, i am interested in makeups and nail arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything that got to do with painting and arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noFCGze5TRc/Txpl7TMSFZI/AAAAAAAAEbg/Cy2GaBfUyRE/s1600/IMG0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noFCGze5TRc/Txpl7TMSFZI/AAAAAAAAEbg/Cy2GaBfUyRE/s400/IMG0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699980347829261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kind of proud with my long curly hair]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should curl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;what d'you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-1536138000790867696?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/1536138000790867696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=1536138000790867696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1536138000790867696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1536138000790867696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-like-world-was-on-my-shoulder.html' title='it&apos;s like the world was on my shoulder.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-80jJhcFAMUY/Txpk8UKVY2I/AAAAAAAAEbU/6fwuS0yTGqc/s72-c/IMG0359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7431170966600885742</id><published>2012-01-20T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:24:56.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture explains everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly2d122v051r9y02ao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that everytime we're happy, the trouble will search for us.&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant &lt;/span&gt;be happy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; permanently&lt;/span&gt; in this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;living in this world means we'll need to live in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the only question is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; whether we survive &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or we gave in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;of trying hard to survive.&lt;br /&gt;but i never did gave in.&lt;br /&gt;i am tired indeed but i never did let myself fall into the hands of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7431170966600885742?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7431170966600885742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7431170966600885742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7431170966600885742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7431170966600885742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/picture-explains-everything.html' title='picture explains everything.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-793700517227697820</id><published>2012-01-20T16:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:07:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautifying the classroom - a boring post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just got back home from school.&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of bad things happened today but you'll want to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; skip&lt;/span&gt; it so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asmah&lt;/span&gt; told us that our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; will be taken because it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt; for us to go to school to beautify our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, most of the students in our class were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;absent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and Asmah didnt even take the attendance as stated the day earlier [she claimed that she'll remember the faces who came today and those who didnt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel like getting mad and go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; bser&lt;/span&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i could've done something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more beneficial&lt;/span&gt; today such as : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;solving my current problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited for like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one hour and a half &lt;/span&gt;at the church for my mom to pick me up - she picked Lowong first.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i was all stressed out because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i was exhausted, dizzy and i felt like puking off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i even forgot to return the books that i've borrowed from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every Friday SUCKS! a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep, i woke up and decided that i'll be taking a school bus after the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taking a school bus is always better than waiting for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i hate waiting]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, as the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Ketua Keceriaan"&lt;/span&gt; of the class, i was making our front door's sign.&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; extremely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hideous&lt;/span&gt; that i cant even look at it.&lt;br /&gt;but since i was lazy and sleepy, i didn't even give a damn to beautify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ-jEHR4-HI/TxkmlbSKUyI/AAAAAAAAEYA/mIh0I_pdfG0/s1600/P1192993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ-jEHR4-HI/TxkmlbSKUyI/AAAAAAAAEYA/mIh0I_pdfG0/s400/P1192993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629227835020066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[always sketch before drawing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AIoGGBmz9g/TxkmlKcTJxI/AAAAAAAAEXk/x0evPuOqqvM/s1600/P1192988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AIoGGBmz9g/TxkmlKcTJxI/AAAAAAAAEXk/x0evPuOqqvM/s400/P1192988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629223314138898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLv-Cy-_6eA/TxknPzN3RBI/AAAAAAAAEYs/hsQM_RUsEjc/s1600/P1193038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLv-Cy-_6eA/TxknPzN3RBI/AAAAAAAAEYs/hsQM_RUsEjc/s400/P1193038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629955813950482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpLR_5b60NE/Txkml6PoqwI/AAAAAAAAEYI/sonHcY_D8qU/s1600/P1193008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpLR_5b60NE/Txkml6PoqwI/AAAAAAAAEYI/sonHcY_D8qU/s400/P1193008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629236145924866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQHD31qcQI4/TxknPt_f3vI/AAAAAAAAEYg/FF8WID9fHVE/s1600/P1193026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQHD31qcQI4/TxknPt_f3vI/AAAAAAAAEYg/FF8WID9fHVE/s400/P1193026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629954411519730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i managed to camwhore for a while]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtiXgVFD-Kg/TxknQCEj9SI/AAAAAAAAEY4/wREmwN-80y8/s1600/P1193039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtiXgVFD-Kg/TxknQCEj9SI/AAAAAAAAEY4/wREmwN-80y8/s400/P1193039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629959801468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the colour doesn't match!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wasting your time complaining about what i have done for the class, why dont you waste your time to beautify the class instead of complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Vian were supposed to go to school&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; early&lt;/span&gt; this morning.&lt;br /&gt;when i was getting ready, my mom told me that they're gonna send me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; objected&lt;/span&gt; but there's nothing i can do so i went to play the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6.30AM&lt;/span&gt;, they told me that they're going to send me already.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;when i want to go to school early, you will send me late.&lt;br /&gt;when i want to go to school late, you will send me early.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i received a text message from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vian&lt;/span&gt; saying she'll be sent to school at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7.30AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived at school, sadly there were only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; five&lt;/span&gt; of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was all alone so i started to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5F85l16ux8E/TxknsyzfuAI/AAAAAAAAEaM/5rE_2gkM1RE/s1600/P1203097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5F85l16ux8E/TxknsyzfuAI/AAAAAAAAEaM/5rE_2gkM1RE/s400/P1203097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630453919561730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ugly red-faced Mr.Pringles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i made the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Sudut Bacaan"&lt;/span&gt; sign.&lt;br /&gt;soon, my friends came and bla bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnNEVs2N9Hg/TxknQuJmo-I/AAAAAAAAEZM/3V70nqIpjtk/s1600/P1203083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnNEVs2N9Hg/TxknQuJmo-I/AAAAAAAAEZM/3V70nqIpjtk/s400/P1203083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629971633775586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vian and Shima]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8pQfLn6xyc/TxknslbcV5I/AAAAAAAAEZ8/zwczalJYYbY/s1600/P1203090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8pQfLn6xyc/TxknslbcV5I/AAAAAAAAEZ8/zwczalJYYbY/s400/P1203090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630450329016210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[wall model]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-endufUQlq5E/TxknsdvNnsI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/b0wqljb6ZTQ/s1600/P1203089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-endufUQlq5E/TxknsdvNnsI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/b0wqljb6ZTQ/s400/P1203089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630448264453826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shahrul and BRAyen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6fDPqiwH5Y/TxknrzRPM8I/AAAAAAAAEZs/A6L4I7d3tCA/s1600/P1203087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6fDPqiwH5Y/TxknrzRPM8I/AAAAAAAAEZs/A6L4I7d3tCA/s400/P1203087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630436864439234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mimi. she's really GOOD in English]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7O8Z0nGaeF8/TxknrqY8jQI/AAAAAAAAEZc/lOxF8hZCwCQ/s1600/P1203084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7O8Z0nGaeF8/TxknrqY8jQI/AAAAAAAAEZc/lOxF8hZCwCQ/s400/P1203084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630434480852226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibFN2I-PVN4/TxknQZj1XjI/AAAAAAAAEZE/6hVbz5uLdCc/s1600/P1203082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibFN2I-PVN4/TxknQZj1XjI/AAAAAAAAEZE/6hVbz5uLdCc/s400/P1203082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699629966106648114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[green shirt : Herry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i dont really like the colour green.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while they were doing work, i was wasting my time capturing random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLg7094rdIE/TxkoIVyrJbI/AAAAAAAAEaY/1xMr4Gp_sT0/s1600/P1203099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLg7094rdIE/TxkoIVyrJbI/AAAAAAAAEaY/1xMr4Gp_sT0/s400/P1203099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630927167825330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZveKlj1dmhA/TxkoItVmqKI/AAAAAAAAEag/j5g6ykeBL90/s1600/P1203098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZveKlj1dmhA/TxkoItVmqKI/AAAAAAAAEag/j5g6ykeBL90/s400/P1203098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630933488347298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsb9-K0ivBI/TxkoImMquNI/AAAAAAAAEa0/P0USOVBTY_U/s1600/P1203110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsb9-K0ivBI/TxkoImMquNI/AAAAAAAAEa0/P0USOVBTY_U/s400/P1203110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630931571816658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCXJVWtOi8Y/TxkoJd3C6XI/AAAAAAAAEa8/mtQtj5K7jV4/s1600/P1203121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XCXJVWtOi8Y/TxkoJd3C6XI/AAAAAAAAEa8/mtQtj5K7jV4/s400/P1203121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630946513512818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[was playing with them. notice the spider on Vian's shirt?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest incident that happened today is, Vian &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;locked us up&lt;/span&gt; but she's the one who couldn't get in.&lt;br /&gt;after a while, the kind Asmah gave her the key, she opened it but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paddle lock was stuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we will need to call for the security guard to bust the grill.&lt;br /&gt;soon, the hero Asmah came and after lots of hard works together, the grill was finally opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6PH7jkXgCg/TxkoJRYI_kI/AAAAAAAAEbI/O-854HW1Tx0/s1600/P1203138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r6PH7jkXgCg/TxkoJRYI_kI/AAAAAAAAEbI/O-854HW1Tx0/s400/P1203138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699630943162662466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[taking the chance to capture this picture before helping her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually love our class because we could leave any of our things inside it since we can lock the class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we have tons of homeworks to do in one freaking week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is bloated but i am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-793700517227697820?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/793700517227697820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=793700517227697820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/793700517227697820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/793700517227697820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautifying-classroom-boring-post.html' title='beautifying the classroom - a boring post.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sJ-jEHR4-HI/TxkmlbSKUyI/AAAAAAAAEYA/mIh0I_pdfG0/s72-c/P1192993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5312972951920807389</id><published>2012-01-17T18:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:22:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over-thinking leads to stupid thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;imagine if you're with someone who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;likes &lt;/span&gt;you but you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dont&lt;/span&gt; like them back.&lt;br /&gt;i found that it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; grossing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cruel &lt;/span&gt;things like this but still.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's utterly gross&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[truth hurts, bro]&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; avoid&lt;/span&gt; it but at the same time i dont want to hurt other's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;what a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;what a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;what a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;what a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2s64eDKy1jM/TxVPLTH92BI/AAAAAAAAEXY/VFWNbkKM9jw/s1600/hajhahah.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2s64eDKy1jM/TxVPLTH92BI/AAAAAAAAEXY/VFWNbkKM9jw/s400/hajhahah.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698547959038072850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at my lil bro's comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost died. i wanna kill myself because im too proud that my lil bro is too innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*crying a river of tears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of a sudden, i miss the moments during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13th October 2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i miss staying up with my bestfriends at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but it's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one month&lt;/span&gt; already and i am supposed to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; get over&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember those moments and it keeps on repeating in my head&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; over and over again&lt;/span&gt; like a film rolling without a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly my thoughts told me that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i dont care if i am not appreciated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care if i am taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont &lt;/span&gt;care if you say sorry to me a thousand times but you dont mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dont&lt;/span&gt; care about anything at all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as long as you stay&lt;/span&gt;, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh this is so corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like you've cast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a spell &lt;/span&gt;on me.&lt;br /&gt;now i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enchanted&lt;/span&gt; to keep on waiting.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, im&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; gonna chase after you.&lt;br /&gt;you've let it go so damn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; easily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight &lt;/span&gt;for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont, i am fine living with this stupid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5312972951920807389?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5312972951920807389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5312972951920807389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5312972951920807389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5312972951920807389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/over-thinking-leads-to-stupid-thoughts.html' title='over-thinking leads to stupid thoughts'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2s64eDKy1jM/TxVPLTH92BI/AAAAAAAAEXY/VFWNbkKM9jw/s72-c/hajhahah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-147735422305773223</id><published>2012-01-17T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:15:06.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>most old men are pervert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worrying wont stop bad stuff from happening.&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps us from enjoying the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i will scream like a mad person&lt;/span&gt; as soon as my problem is solved.&lt;br /&gt;i will laugh loudly and smile big and dance freely and jump and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bend my body&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lil bro is being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;annoying &lt;/span&gt;as hell lately.&lt;br /&gt;plus, his face looked like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;hippopotamus&lt;/span&gt;. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it's because he lost two of his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.awf.org/files/3814_file_Hippos_Sholley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i realised that this blog is filled with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; emo posts &lt;/span&gt;and such things like that.&lt;br /&gt;i know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the heck &lt;/span&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want to tell you guys that during our sleepover, me and my bestfriends played&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.omegle.com"&gt;Omegle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four handsome guys&lt;/span&gt; overall.&lt;br /&gt;the rest were all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perverts &lt;/span&gt;and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbLn6TAWxdU/TxVGdMo7SNI/AAAAAAAAEWY/Uqj1MOb4Dsc/s1600/HAHAa%2B%25281%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbLn6TAWxdU/TxVGdMo7SNI/AAAAAAAAEWY/Uqj1MOb4Dsc/s400/HAHAa%2B%25281%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698538370930264274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[look at our happy faces. we totally melted over that guy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--spvkQoYapw/TxVGdcI-WCI/AAAAAAAAEWg/n7xlHyZiww0/s1600/HAHAa%2B%25282%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--spvkQoYapw/TxVGdcI-WCI/AAAAAAAAEWg/n7xlHyZiww0/s400/HAHAa%2B%25282%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698538375091214370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this one looked like a Bieber but he looked so damn freaking dull so we disconnected him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vau5aFSh5t4/TxVGe0YP-YI/AAAAAAAAEW8/IyWz0zVLoaw/s1600/HAHAa%2B%25284%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vau5aFSh5t4/TxVGe0YP-YI/AAAAAAAAEW8/IyWz0zVLoaw/s400/HAHAa%2B%25284%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698538398777604482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this cutie is from Brazil]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIb3kqGPmNY/TxVGdg8ntDI/AAAAAAAAEW0/9RDoPOT0RRk/s1600/HAHAa%2B%25285%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HIb3kqGPmNY/TxVGdg8ntDI/AAAAAAAAEW0/9RDoPOT0RRk/s400/HAHAa%2B%25285%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698538376381576242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[how cute! XD HAHA. feels good to be single]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw7IrnX68p4/TxVGfMXrDPI/AAAAAAAAEXI/arDmn6YAYhE/s1600/HAHAa%2B%25283%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw7IrnX68p4/TxVGfMXrDPI/AAAAAAAAEXI/arDmn6YAYhE/s400/HAHAa%2B%25283%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698538405217635570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh and this one is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOUR &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undeniably, Omegle is full with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pervert Indians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just control your hormones, old dude!&lt;br /&gt;Omegle is supposed to be the place where hot teenagers hang out together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to tell you guys this one story that i wanted to blog a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;last week, my mom treated me lunch to this one restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;we passed by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a little shop &lt;/span&gt;that will fix any handphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i accidentally saw this one&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; old man&lt;/span&gt; [the shop's Big Boss maybe] surfing through &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;guess what he was staring at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he was staring at a sexy girl's profile picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw him browsing through her sexy and hot pictures.&lt;br /&gt;soon, he browsed for another sexy girl to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE HECK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why old men are mostly PERVERT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world world world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-147735422305773223?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/147735422305773223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=147735422305773223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/147735422305773223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/147735422305773223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/most-old-men-are-pervert.html' title='most old men are pervert.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IbLn6TAWxdU/TxVGdMo7SNI/AAAAAAAAEWY/Uqj1MOb4Dsc/s72-c/HAHAa%2B%25281%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-2762443558326604437</id><published>2012-01-16T14:56:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:02:00.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a post dedicated to some people out there who disagree with my previous previous post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; expected&lt;/span&gt;, there are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; people out there who will disagree with my previous previous post about me saying that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i wont respect my parents anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i woke up this morning, there's this one person sending me a cute message saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hav&lt;/span&gt; to respect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; parents, whatever they did or said to you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; let it be, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ever say any rude things towards them.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learned many lesson n mistakes n we know we r rebellious in those young stages. if you really loves u parents, u must stop being rude to them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;smpai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;benci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dorang&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tunggu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dorang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;teda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mau&lt;/span&gt; p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;syg&lt;/span&gt;? I know you got your own problems, but u have to behave or u may getting worst. bible is useless if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; not behaving wisely. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; love u parents"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who feels like crying because there are lots of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; grammar errors&lt;/span&gt; in that text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;oooops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not trying to be a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; grammar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with not being able to differentiate between&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "your"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"you're"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;what's up with the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "if you really LOVES you parents"&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! i tried hard not to over-laugh here.&lt;br /&gt;ahem! pardon me for laughing in this &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;serious-kind-of&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there's no need to thank me for taking my time in blogging about this.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very necessary&lt;/span&gt; for me to blog about this so that those people out there who disagree with my previous previous post will read this and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think twice before jumping into conclusions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've been reading my blog after all of these time, you'll know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; said things like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i wont respect my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; before&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and you know that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i did respect them anyway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i say that i hate them?&lt;br /&gt;did i say that i dislike them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a big freaking no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't say things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me feel so sad for that person who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute message&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even see what's her&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; main point&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me those kind of things for i have already know.&lt;br /&gt;it's very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNNECESSARY&lt;/span&gt; for her to text me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENERAL&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, can't you at least text me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a wise &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jaw-dropping&lt;/span&gt; message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied her message,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Oh so you think I don't love them? You don't know anything so please shut up because I didn't tell you from my own mouth of what exactly happened. And did I say that I hate them? Did I say that I dislike them? Like I've said, you don't know anything. There's no need to tell me those things for I have already know. You expect me to heal after being treated like that in a short time? You know it takes time. How many times I've said that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; respect them anymore but I did anyway? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what she replied?&lt;br /&gt;she replied,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; "What a pain in ass u had there. pity on u. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt; u can continue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; stupidity whenever you want. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; hurt their feelings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Thx&lt;/span&gt; 4 replying anyway"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank heaven she got to use &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"your"&lt;/span&gt; correctly this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;awww&lt;/span&gt;~ she thanked me for replying her message even though &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everybody knows it's very necessary to explain things to a person who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*trying my best not to laugh in disbelief*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. :) Thanks for being busybody and wasted your time to read my blog and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me nonsense (which I can't even find the main point). What a pleasure. Bye Mrs.Know-It-All."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me sad because she's being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a real busybody&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;but what amazes me is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she got the nerve&lt;/span&gt; to say things that she clearly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt; at all.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i said, she's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Mrs.Know-It-All&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like singing this song for her :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0C_oNMH0GTk" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="208"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Mr. Know It All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Well ya think you know it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;But ya don't know a thing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Ain't it, ain't it something y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;When somebody tells you something 'bout you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Think that they know you more than you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;So you take it down another pill to swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;You don't know a thing about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; background-color: rgb(204, 204, 221); display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;You ain't got the right to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already say goodbye but she insisted on replying, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Oh yea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;satu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;lai&lt;/span&gt;, stop using abusive words to our parents okay, respect them.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; -from:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ImNotUrSister&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;InTheEndWeGetOldnDie&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;i just laughed in disbelief. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, she's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biological elder sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maybe most of you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wide-eyed&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really needs to learn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a proper English grammar&lt;/span&gt; before speaking in English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not trying to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfectionist&lt;/span&gt; or such things like that but i pity her.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*trying to state the fact that a person who couldn't use a proper grammar is not my biological sister*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that made me laughed out loud is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"from:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ImNotUrSister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. sounds like a 12 years old kid, huh?&lt;br /&gt;just rearrange the order of the number.&lt;br /&gt;a 21 years old human who sounds like a 12 years old human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abusive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me give you a definition of the word&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; abusive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;abusive means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"extremely offensive and insulting"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;budu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is too common.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think that it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; offensive and insulting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most of the residents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always use that word in every situation - should it be when laughing, telling stories, telling opinion, stating something true or during an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i replied for the last time,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Bhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Such a childish remarks. Okay~ though you mentioned about Bible before and Bible says we need to love our brothers and sisters. Oh no need to reply this message."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ha! there you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop mentioning about Bible if you, yourself, can't even live in Bible's standards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; be a hypocrite because i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; despise&lt;/span&gt; hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in every debate, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never did&lt;/span&gt; mention a thing about Bible unless the other party mentioned about it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; first&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;why? because i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to act all &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-Bible-says-this-and-that-but-I-never-followed-it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;see the point here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everything that i said makes sense to you guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;dang. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not the least, i want to apologize if i have used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'abusive words' &lt;/span&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;who never did use such words if they're in fury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be updating again soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-2762443558326604437?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/2762443558326604437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=2762443558326604437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2762443558326604437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2762443558326604437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-dedicated-to-some-people-out-there.html' title='a post dedicated to some people out there who disagree with my previous previous post.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0C_oNMH0GTk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-8097512178558242498</id><published>2012-01-15T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:14:20.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just get back home from my bestfriend's house.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stay too long over there considering that i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;skip my classes - or else, i'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uneducated&lt;/span&gt; and more problems will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my mom called my phone but i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignored&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;she texted me, asking where i was and told me to call her if i want to get back home and she'll pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ignored all of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as hard as a rock&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as cold as an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do you think that you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt; fix your mistakes and i can easily forget about it?&lt;br /&gt;pffttt. it's my lovely ass saying hi to your nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; can break this icy cold towards you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i am not hating you but i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESPISE &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot look into your face because if i do, my rage may grow and i may go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bserk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wished&lt;/span&gt; you can go back in time but this is the reality. you cant.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry to say this but i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DONT&lt;/span&gt; and will&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO&lt;/span&gt;T respect you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you never did respect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why should i respect a person who always try to bring me down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as soon as i get back home, i was trying to fix my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; other problems&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; gave up on life because this world is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too cruel&lt;/span&gt; for a mere human like me to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt; everyday so that i'll have enough&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; strength&lt;/span&gt; to solve my other problems.&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of problems until i am afraid to be happy because everytime i am happy, troubles will hate it and so they'll come into my life to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&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/649921120532884200-8097512178558242498?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/8097512178558242498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=8097512178558242498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8097512178558242498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8097512178558242498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-tired.html' title='i am tired.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7279118517367059520</id><published>2012-01-14T19:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:00:35.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughtless father and silent mother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[drafted this post yesterday (Saturday) and published it today (Sunday) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today there's another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unexpected problem&lt;/span&gt; appeared in my life.&lt;br /&gt;troubles really love me, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna give you full details about what happened in my house just now.&lt;br /&gt;for those who are reading this and disagree, you can try to sue me and get humiliated because you cant sue a person who tells the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; real incident &lt;/span&gt;of what really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the morning and we were going to have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a Bible Study&lt;/span&gt; at that time so i was getting ready and there were customers so i cleaned up the shop and do my usual routine.&lt;br /&gt;as you've already know, our PC cannot install the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Admin Client &lt;/span&gt;because the PC will automatically&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; restart&lt;/span&gt; if the Admin Client is active.&lt;br /&gt;so, we're doing the manual thing - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;record the time on a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the customers started at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11.35AM &lt;/span&gt;and ended at&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12.35PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[take note of the numbers.]&lt;br /&gt;i wrote those numbers carefully, i know what i was thinking, at that time i know i can still think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, my parents came back home and the dad suddenly called me with an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; accusing&lt;/span&gt; voice.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i've already have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOTS &lt;/span&gt;of troubling problems until i cant sleep at night and i looked way more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stressed out&lt;/span&gt; than before.&lt;br /&gt;so every little thing can piss me off during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Melampau juga kau tulis masa dorang habis jam 10.35PM!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so i explained that i wrote&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12.35PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and not 10.35PM.&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; believe me, he kept on accusing that i wrote the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WRONG&lt;/span&gt; number.&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's my mistake for raising my voice at him but he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISSED ME OFF&lt;/span&gt; and i have lots of troubles already so why keep on putting all the blames on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything goes wrong,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the first name to be accused is my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave me an accusing look and still didnt believe me even i've already explained.&lt;br /&gt;even a 6 years old kid could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;'Hello? I can still think. Am I that stupid to write '0' instead of '2'? Why would I deny it if I made a slight mistake?'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he kept on giving me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'that'&lt;/span&gt; look and it felt like he was trying to make me feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EEEEEEEEEVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEVERYTHING goes wrong because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked away because there's no use to talk with a person who refused to believe you but asked explainations from you.&lt;br /&gt;while i was walking away, i said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Buduh. Lain kali pakai spek mata"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i know that's my mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONEST&lt;/span&gt; thing. since he's old and his vision is getting blur, he really should wear a pair of spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;for accusing me and chose not to believe my honest explainations, he was indeed stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know even though it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONEST&lt;/span&gt;, i should not say it.&lt;br /&gt;but since he's already crossing over my patience limit,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; BOOM!&lt;/span&gt; there you go.&lt;br /&gt;every honest things are said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i walked away to the kitchen and he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNSATISFIED&lt;/span&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;he brought along that book with him and he pointed to the number&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "2" &lt;/span&gt;that i wrote while saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Kau tulis 0 ba tu! Kau jangan mau menipu sana!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; 'What the heck is wrong with this old man?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as before i could explain for the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; @#$%th&lt;/span&gt; time about that, he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HIT&lt;/span&gt; my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HEAD&lt;/span&gt; with that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARDCOVER BOOK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my ego IS way too big than my head &lt;/span&gt;so i kept on explaining the REAL things in a rough way.&lt;br /&gt;it's my fault to be rough with my own dad but like i've already said, he's crossing over my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was explaining, he kept on hitting my head with that freaking hideous book.&lt;br /&gt;considering that i cannot hit a dad, i walked away to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;guess what? he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CHASED&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept on beating me and hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOBODY HELPED ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOBODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried not because i am weak but it's because :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;1. I am not 101% wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;2. I was accused for being guilty even though I am not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;3. I really write "12" and not "10".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. A dad should not hit his own DAUGHTER - unless I am his son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;5. No one can deny that he should wear a pair of spectacles before reading. Therefore, he is stupid for not thinking in a MATURE way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear adults, if you think you can prevent your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TEENAGE DAUGHTERS&lt;/span&gt; from being rebellious by HITTING and BEATING them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON-STOPLY&lt;/span&gt;, you're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; COMPLETELY WRONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more you hit, the more worse they'll become.&lt;br /&gt;even a 16 years old kid like me know about things like that.&lt;br /&gt;you're 50 years old already! for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;act like an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the same with the sayings &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"You can't end VIOLENCE with VIOLENCE"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the word&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "stupid"&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the inability to think well"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's not wrong for me to say that you're stupid because i am telling you the truth that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANT&lt;/span&gt; think well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;br /&gt;why in the hell would i lie if i did a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SLIGHT&lt;/span&gt; mistake like that?&lt;br /&gt;if i did write&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "10"&lt;/span&gt;, it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOT &lt;/span&gt;such a big deal, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;you need to think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RATIONALLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after he was beating me in the living room, i ran to the front porch and was hoping he would stop hitting me.&lt;br /&gt;but he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at that point, i knew that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HE JUST MADE A HUGE MISTAKE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a daughter so treat me like one!&lt;br /&gt;dont you know that you can be called as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHILD ABUSER&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, he did not stop hitting and beating and he kicked me.&lt;br /&gt;at that point i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY VERY&lt;/span&gt; angry, i wanted to punch his face but i cant because he's still a father.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped running, i stand and i looked at him, hoping that he would stop.&lt;br /&gt;he hit my head. he told me to get out from the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; "Tiap malam kau pigi menyundal sama laki-laki"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;there. it proves that he's stupid because every night i am stuck in this house.&lt;br /&gt;except for last night that i went to Anne's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, Anne's mom was there during her birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont even have a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; and i dont even giggle with the guys and i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a horny freaking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that my standard is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; low.&lt;br /&gt;i am not that low, old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, you're the one to raise me up, fed me and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a reason for you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAT&lt;/span&gt; me, to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HIT &lt;/span&gt;my head, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KICK&lt;/span&gt; me out from this house, and to talk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOWLY&lt;/span&gt; about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIGNITY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i have my own EGO and PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt; forget how many times you've hit me.&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts a lot more than my body hurts because you were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suppressing&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;just because i am still a 16 years old kiddos, doesnt mean that you can easily put all the blames on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my own problems and troubles too.&lt;br /&gt;all of them are unfinished and now you're adding them by accusing my mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;by searching for my mistakes and keep talking about the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, dad.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; GROW UP &lt;/span&gt;even though you've already grown up and think in a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MATURE &lt;/span&gt;way.&lt;br /&gt;do you think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEATING &lt;/span&gt;is relevant to say that your teenage daughter is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! im a teenager!&lt;br /&gt;i am in my rebellious mode and you're an adult who should fdnuasxhbasnjdxkasmxjika,xa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHTT! i dont know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;because all you can do to prove me wrong is beating and hitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU are the one who makes me the way i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont blame me for not being good enough to be your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;blame YOURSELF instead for not being able to understand your daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was beaten up, my mom just sat on the couch and guess what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Lain kali jangan melawan"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other mothers would be in panic and will stop their husband from hitting their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;undeniably, my parents are the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you stand sitting there and watch your husband beating your own daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, do i deserve being treated like that for a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SLIGHT&lt;/span&gt; mistake?&lt;br /&gt;for a common mistake that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOST teenagers&lt;/span&gt; do?&lt;br /&gt;did i deserve getting beaten up, kicked out from the house and humiliated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my education not good enough for you guys?&lt;br /&gt;do i really need to be stuck at home, living with the same routine every single freaking day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO I AM NOT A ROBOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew that you've been keeping inside your heart that you hate it when i went to parties during day and night.&lt;br /&gt;you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;searching for my mistakes&lt;/span&gt; so that you can release all of the things that you've been keeping inside.&lt;br /&gt;am i not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i am not right, then why would you keep on talking about the past?&lt;br /&gt;it's out from the topic already.&lt;br /&gt;from me writing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "12" &lt;/span&gt;to the me going out at nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my bags and i ran away from home.&lt;br /&gt;at that time i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unable&lt;/span&gt; to hold my tears anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love my bestfriends because they are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im glad that they're my bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for a sleepover at my bestfriend's house and they're all there for me.&lt;br /&gt;they're all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encouraging &lt;/span&gt;me during the times of need.&lt;br /&gt;i am very touched that they are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; free-hearted&lt;/span&gt; to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks, bestfriends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7279118517367059520?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7279118517367059520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7279118517367059520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7279118517367059520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7279118517367059520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/thoughtless-father-and-silent-mother.html' title='thoughtless father and silent mother.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-1008751843862274391</id><published>2012-01-14T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:29:23.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts are killing me. it's troubling me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys. good morning guys. have a great day guys.&lt;br /&gt;it's me again,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the boring saddest girl in the whole entire freaking world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant &lt;/span&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts kept on wandering to some places that it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should not&lt;/span&gt; go.&lt;br /&gt;especially the problems that i have yesterday -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's still my problem for today and for tomorrow and for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to fall asleep at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12PM&lt;/span&gt; or so and woke up at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i knew i should sleep but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my killing thoughts&lt;/span&gt; convinced me not to sleep but to think instead.&lt;br /&gt;at last i fell asleep and woke up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.56AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my problems are very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TROUBLING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know my feelings. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes i care&lt;/span&gt; about the problems but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sometimes i don&lt;/span&gt;t.&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, i CARE.&lt;br /&gt;this time, it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE than care&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over-thinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;please somebody at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;convince&lt;/span&gt; me that today is gonna be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a better day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not a good day but just a better day to solve my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. whenever i have problems, i tend to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;over-think&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cant be in peace if i still have problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like there are still unsettled things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ESCAPE&lt;/span&gt; from this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i want to escape from this life.&lt;br /&gt;it's better for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; someone else&lt;/span&gt; to take my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, there are lots of people out there&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; struggling to live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? it's because they&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dont &lt;/span&gt;have problems in their life.&lt;br /&gt;imagine if they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOTS of troubling problems&lt;/span&gt; in their life.&lt;br /&gt;do you think that they would struggle to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big freaking no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's better to leave this cruel world full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM STILL SAD AS HECK!&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;IM TIRED OF FEELING SAD BUT THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT I COULD DO.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA CURSE I WANNA CURSE I WANNA CURSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-1008751843862274391?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/1008751843862274391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=1008751843862274391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1008751843862274391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1008751843862274391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-thoughts-are-killing-me-its.html' title='my thoughts are killing me. it&apos;s troubling me.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5624365329333796336</id><published>2012-01-13T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:51:00.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another tomorrow means another sorrow. i am sad as heck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are times when i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dont&lt;/span&gt; know what kind of person i should be.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i've&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lost &lt;/span&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;when i look at my picture, i will think about what kind of person in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;do you get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes of course there are times where&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i hate me&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;there are times where&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i hate living in my life&lt;/span&gt; and such things like that.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; wish that i could go back in time and fix&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; every mistakes&lt;/span&gt; that i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today is a very sad day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very sad today and even words wont be able to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;i was too dissolved in my own thinking that i cant feel how to live anymore.&lt;br /&gt;yes, there are times where i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt; as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, im in my emo mode and in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;low-self esteem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;trust me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nothing&lt;/span&gt; can fix this sadness.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be sad for a year. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure you'll be like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; "Come on! What the hell is your problem? Why dont you tell us already? Maybe we can help!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no. i dont feel like talking about it and i appreciate the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sincerity &lt;/span&gt;but nothing can help me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am way&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TOO&lt;/span&gt; sad that i wont be able to sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11.30PM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today they made a birthday surprise for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt; [i dont celebrate birthdays].&lt;br /&gt;that's the starting point of my current sadness.&lt;br /&gt;i just get back home from Anne's birthday party [no, i dont celebrate it. just attending]&lt;br /&gt;and that's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not the end&lt;/span&gt; of my current sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wont be able to get through this sadness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wont be able to live in this life anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant go on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant do this anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the things that i was thinking until i cant exactly hear them telling their stories to me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but when i am sad, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything goes WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXACTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a very very very bad sad mad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; can convince me that everything will be alright because they keep on saying the things that they dont mean to say.&lt;br /&gt;they only say the usual things that they think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;the fact is, i am feeling a lot worser considering that those words are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaningless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i need true and honest words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of living in this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cruel world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; imperfect &lt;/span&gt;and keep on doing mistakes and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unable&lt;/span&gt; to fix those mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;im sick of feeling&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; embarassed &lt;/span&gt;and shy.&lt;br /&gt;i am really sick of the times when i dont have confidence while those sucker humans have confidence - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which makes me wonder how did they have such confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cant sleep tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cant sleep with this sadness so im blogging instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by thinking about tomorrow makes me want to just drift away from this cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont want to go on with this life anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick and tired of fixing things because i'll only end up with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; self-humiliation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to have another tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because another tomorrow means another sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SAD AS HECK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; can help me [another reason of why im sad].&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what should i do to make things right [extra reason of why im sad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this Celcom's line is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyhow anywhatever, i just want to tell you guys that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me and Vian &lt;/span&gt;were taking care of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cross Country's last checkpoint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it was actually boring but it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i am elected by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AJKs&lt;/span&gt; to be the our school's Scout's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secretary assistant&lt;/span&gt; and Vian is the Scout's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; treasurer assistant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never &lt;/span&gt;did expect to be elected but since i am elected, i will do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my best &lt;/span&gt;to be next year's official secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to supress these mixed feelings?&lt;br /&gt;how to let go of this sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;still sad.&lt;br /&gt;and will always be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;until the day that i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happiest day of my life right now will be on the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5624365329333796336?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5624365329333796336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5624365329333796336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5624365329333796336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5624365329333796336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-tomorrow-means-another-sorrow-i.html' title='another tomorrow means another sorrow. i am sad as heck.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5929051495011102731</id><published>2012-01-12T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:12:35.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feo, dont give up yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxk9157o3S1qgzknpo3_250.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today while the teacher was teaching us, my mind was &lt;i&gt;wandering &lt;/i&gt;around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've decided that im &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; gonna give up yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will&lt;b&gt; chase&lt;/b&gt; for the things that i really want and i will keep on trying until i am &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"Tried and Tired"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why should i give up on something that i've never chased before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh dont misunderstand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;gonna chase the &lt;b&gt;past&lt;/b&gt; but im gonna chase for something that's been waiting for me since long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxoc2z34J91qe52v7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, tomorrow i wont join the cross country but i will be taking care of the &lt;b&gt;checkpoint&lt;/b&gt; instead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i should've just stayed at home but i have &lt;i&gt;some things &lt;/i&gt;to take care of tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i've got a lot of things to think of right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Malay songs are really not my type but this song is an exception]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UkYWq5e6uYM" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="267"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love the part &lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Selama aku masih bisa bernafas, masi sanggup berjalan, ku kan slalu memuja mu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omfg so damn touching and UMPHHHHHH siok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont give up! &amp;gt;:8( not yet not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haven't started&lt;/span&gt; trying yet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, mainly it's because i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;did sacrifice my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; principle &lt;/span&gt;for anyone else before this.&lt;br /&gt;consider yourself lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. why am i even telling you this.&lt;br /&gt;right. it's because you're my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5929051495011102731?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5929051495011102731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5929051495011102731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5929051495011102731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5929051495011102731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/feo-dont-give-up-yet.html' title='Feo, dont give up yet!'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UkYWq5e6uYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7132958886279793999</id><published>2012-01-11T15:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:23:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my daily schedule - will not be updating le blog everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been not updating for days because i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;actually i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; am&lt;/span&gt; still busy but i managed to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a couple of minutes&lt;/span&gt; for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wish has been granted, i am a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Science stream&lt;/span&gt; student now.&lt;br /&gt;i love it when the teachers gave us lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homeworks&lt;/span&gt; because it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; somehow&lt;/span&gt; helped me to forget about some sad things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for a while&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i will spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most &lt;/span&gt;of my day doing homeworks and study in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;[since this month is the rainy season, my bedroom is a heaven]&lt;br /&gt;after finished with my homeworks, i will do the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; house chores, cook &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[trust me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Lowong&lt;/span&gt; can't cook]&lt;br /&gt;during the night, i will play games for like one hour or so and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why am i telling you my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well, just blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my everyday life in school is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; filled with laughter&lt;/span&gt; thanks to my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny that my class is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as heck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they should sometimes get a life and laugh out loud everyday - like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Ketua Keceriaan"&lt;/span&gt; of our class.&lt;br /&gt;i promised that i will do the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; welcome sign&lt;/span&gt; - i havent even start anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i am such a lazy ass these days.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is lay on my bed and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; daydream&lt;/span&gt; about performing on a huge stage with my fans supporting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i need to talk about those new subjects&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; [Chemistry, Biology, Physics, Add Maths, EST]&lt;/span&gt; like people always do.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say right now is, i am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; trying my best&lt;/span&gt; for those subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, there's a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; cross country running&lt;/span&gt; for our school and i've decided that im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going.&lt;br /&gt;refer to the sentence above, i am such a lazy ass these days.&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; interested in any sports.&lt;br /&gt;and im telling you once again, i'd rather daydream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know, this body of mine is getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;you know what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont care at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it's because i have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no one&lt;/span&gt; to impress.&lt;br /&gt;hence, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no point &lt;/span&gt;in trying to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; messy and check my hair for like every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! as you guys have already know, i am a big fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Joseph Vincent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;luckily im on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just in time when he&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; announced&lt;/span&gt; that he'll broadcast live in minutes.&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, my lil bro asked me to cook him lunch so i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dragged &lt;/span&gt;this lappy to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;i was cooking while listening to him talking and singing.&lt;br /&gt;[such details]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvQyK0tfQQY/Tw1DO9I6y1I/AAAAAAAAEWA/huLdB0oj7a8/s1600/Untitled2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvQyK0tfQQY/Tw1DO9I6y1I/AAAAAAAAEWA/huLdB0oj7a8/s400/Untitled2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696283027902745426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATez9pvyqOc/Tw1DPDFtBFI/AAAAAAAAEWM/VsS9siGTPlM/s1600/Untitled3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATez9pvyqOc/Tw1DPDFtBFI/AAAAAAAAEWM/VsS9siGTPlM/s400/Untitled3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696283029499872338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out that he was wearing contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder his eyes were&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; deep blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking foward in being a senior.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to force those juniors to join sports and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Kawad Kaki'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hope there are lots of them joining &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scout's Campin&lt;/span&gt;g this year.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*satisfied grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else should i say!&lt;br /&gt;which is weird since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; im not able to blog, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's the time&lt;/span&gt; where i have lots of things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i stopped reading books in the classroom because i'll not be able to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fantasize &lt;/span&gt;if im going to read it in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i love reading books&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [especially vampiric books] &lt;/span&gt;in my bedroom with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a cup of mild nescafe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blueberry cupcakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[another reason of why im fat]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;see? i've not changed yet :)&lt;br /&gt;it's true i can be noisy as heck in the classroom but i have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reasons&lt;/span&gt; you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am bored&lt;/span&gt; as heck and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cant&lt;/span&gt; stay silent.&lt;br /&gt;second of all, why should my life be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dull &lt;/span&gt;if i can make it interesting?&lt;br /&gt;lastly, if i am noisy, that doesn't mean that im one of those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; useless kids&lt;/span&gt;, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still inspired as ever.&lt;br /&gt;why should i show my inspirations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes the sayings, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Do not judge a book by its cover"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows me.&lt;br /&gt;dont pretend like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7132958886279793999?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7132958886279793999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7132958886279793999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7132958886279793999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7132958886279793999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-daily-schedule-will-not-be-updating.html' title='my daily schedule - will not be updating le blog everyday.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TvQyK0tfQQY/Tw1DO9I6y1I/AAAAAAAAEWA/huLdB0oj7a8/s72-c/Untitled2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3300563511077029193</id><published>2012-01-06T14:19:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:00:41.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*UPDATED* another boring student's life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Page 6 of 366&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i just love the number 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already found the memory card reader &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[actually it was located very close to me]&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so here's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a clear view&lt;/span&gt; of the book that i've been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QdloRJ5uBQ/TwaTa2TfdnI/AAAAAAAAEUI/HiL4UDwQF8s/s1600/P1032946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QdloRJ5uBQ/TwaTa2TfdnI/AAAAAAAAEUI/HiL4UDwQF8s/s400/P1032946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694400868319721074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it helped me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope this time it can help me once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book is full with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encouraging words&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; convincing words&lt;/span&gt; to move on.&lt;br /&gt;i've already blogged about this before but i want to tell you once again that i like the way this book curse.&lt;br /&gt;though i dont curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFqtMAKPBs/TwaTa2wv1aI/AAAAAAAAEUY/dyIrygM9Rs8/s1600/P1032947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pzFqtMAKPBs/TwaTa2wv1aI/AAAAAAAAEUY/dyIrygM9Rs8/s400/P1032947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694400868442428834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Breakups hurt like a m*****f***** "&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i've deleted those photos and threw away some rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get real &lt;/span&gt;with life and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and find another handsome guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the library. it was very peaceful without those&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; annoying teenagers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love the smell of the dead woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKrI8tsqXnA/TwaTbbHSPxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/SveHBourAhA/s1600/P1062951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKrI8tsqXnA/TwaTbbHSPxI/AAAAAAAAEUs/SveHBourAhA/s400/P1062951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694400878200635154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[borrowed two books]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tx-U9_iXync/TwaTb1B2wjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/dr_OLsDK0S8/s1600/P1062952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tx-U9_iXync/TwaTb1B2wjI/AAAAAAAAEU4/dr_OLsDK0S8/s400/P1062952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694400885157184050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that caption attracts me to read this book]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T14DLh7Gu9c/TwaU2zS1PzI/AAAAAAAAEVE/p5LMK5fqLGs/s1600/P1062955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T14DLh7Gu9c/TwaU2zS1PzI/AAAAAAAAEVE/p5LMK5fqLGs/s400/P1062955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694402448059612978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already read all of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twilight Saga&lt;/span&gt; books.&lt;br /&gt;now it's time to read the fifth one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i read these two beautiful novels, i'll need to finish this one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay novel&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;our teacher told us to finish reading that boring thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;within this week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, the story &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; interest me at all and the plot of the story is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; very predictable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a son who's rich with a dead little sister and recalling that nostalgic feelings.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i bet he'll found his real mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i cant believe that im a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Form 4 &lt;/span&gt;student!&lt;br /&gt;we were given explainations about each subject that we're going to learn.&lt;br /&gt;i found out tha&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t Physics, Biology, Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Add Maths&lt;/span&gt; will be very hard if i didnt start studying in this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0q98n8Uf6ag/TwaTbYJiyJI/AAAAAAAAEUg/3u7je0ET0XE/s1600/P1062950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0q98n8Uf6ag/TwaTbYJiyJI/AAAAAAAAEUg/3u7je0ET0XE/s400/P1062950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694400877404801170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[it's a good thing that i inherit all of Lowong's useful books]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hard thing is,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i havent bought all of the workbooks yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;last year i dont know that we were given a list of books to order it from the school.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to buy them on my own at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a particular bookshop&lt;/span&gt; but i dont have time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like im busy or anything but probably im going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; after this.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll forgot that i should go to the bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i have no spirit to study yet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to go tomorrow - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only if i am not lazy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am hungry :'( and sleepy and exhausted and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school makes me hungry everytime.&lt;br /&gt;see that? i am sleepy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodalooo suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*UPDATED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually school is boring and not interesting at all.&lt;br /&gt;since it's only the first week, i'd be hoping the school to become more interesting time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two of my bestfriends will transfer to another school&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of course it is very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt; and sad and such things like that because we used to hang out and laugh together but soon&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, we wont be able to do that anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every single person &lt;/span&gt;in my life right now will disappear from my sight one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none of them will stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am ready to face the reality &lt;/span&gt;that one day, my bestfriends are going to walk in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their own path&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to be ready for things like these to happen so that you wont have to be emo anymore.&lt;br /&gt;if i were still thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;narrow-mindedly&lt;/span&gt;, of course i will cry and beg in their knees to not leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks to this brain, im not that narrow-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like we're going to lose contact, right?&lt;br /&gt;we're going to still be in contact and meet up and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i really hope is for them to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have new good friends and not forgetting us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course we will still be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the bestest friends&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;nobody shall take our and their place.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YT5kwfSVT8/TwanMrXPTVI/AAAAAAAAEVk/63eIkkPbIrI/s1600/Hehehe%2B%252818%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6YT5kwfSVT8/TwanMrXPTVI/AAAAAAAAEVk/63eIkkPbIrI/s400/Hehehe%2B%252818%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694422615097036114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Peggy&lt;/span&gt;! im so sorry for treating you so badly before.&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dont&lt;/span&gt; dislike you anymore :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqDit3n0Ix8/TwanMctVJuI/AAAAAAAAEVY/GHF-wggil9Q/s1600/CampRock%2B%252827%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqDit3n0Ix8/TwanMctVJuI/AAAAAAAAEVY/GHF-wggil9Q/s400/CampRock%2B%252827%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694422611163162338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one &lt;/span&gt;shall be your new bestest friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biar kita tetap 8 orang saja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anne, Dora, Anis, Vian, Lanie, Peggy, Goput &amp;amp; Sia!]&lt;br /&gt;jangan lagi tambah-tambah. :'P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IuufJpGU6o/TwapIjEKxuI/AAAAAAAAEV0/tQL39ioscaM/s1600/SpecialMoments%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IuufJpGU6o/TwapIjEKxuI/AAAAAAAAEV0/tQL39ioscaM/s400/SpecialMoments%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694424743173342946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lanie&lt;/span&gt;! the fact is, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dont want&lt;/span&gt; other people to laugh at your mistakes like we always do!&lt;br /&gt;if they laughed at you for spelling things wrong, im gonna stone them to death.&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;gt;:8(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know when we told you that yesterday, your eyes were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;teary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you dont need to hide it! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're gonna miss you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-3300563511077029193?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3300563511077029193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3300563511077029193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3300563511077029193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3300563511077029193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-boring-students-life.html' title='*UPDATED* another boring student&apos;s life.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QdloRJ5uBQ/TwaTa2TfdnI/AAAAAAAAEUI/HiL4UDwQF8s/s72-c/P1032946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5107805550408865247</id><published>2012-01-04T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:13:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page 4 of 366.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;my baju kurung is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt; as heck that i dont even wanna wear them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i looked very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'nerenget'&lt;/span&gt; and there's a little dirt on my shoes already.&lt;br /&gt;even though they're just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; little smudges&lt;/span&gt;, i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like i dont wanna wear new shoes anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the first day of school and there were&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some students &lt;/span&gt;who dont even bother going to school.&lt;br /&gt;the heck?&lt;br /&gt;if i knew, i wouldn't go to school because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i wasn't ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i didnt, then i wont get the textbooks and i would go through a lot more troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lately i've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rereading&lt;/span&gt; the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"It's called breakup because it's broken"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i've read it before and blogged about it before. &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/05/actions-still-speak-louder-than-words.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[here's the post]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've captured a good picture of it but i cant find the card reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i wont hate my own sister anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;of course especially the one that i've called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Bitch"&lt;/span&gt; for countless of times already.&lt;br /&gt;look,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; im sorry&lt;/span&gt; for being that bad and evil okay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i feel guilty too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grown up&lt;/span&gt; and i dont think it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; relevant &lt;/span&gt;to hate your own siblings.&lt;br /&gt;am i right?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i know i am.&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2012 resolutions&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WON'T&lt;/span&gt; hate but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'll love instead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;spreading love is always better than spreading hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, if a person hates you and then you hate him/her back.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, what will you get?&lt;br /&gt;yes. you'll get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATRED&lt;/span&gt; in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if a person hates you and then you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOVE &lt;/span&gt;them instead?&lt;br /&gt;yes, my dear. they will feel very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guilty &lt;/span&gt;because they know that they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, what will you get?&lt;br /&gt;yes again, my dear. you'll gain lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;, you'll lead a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACEFUL&lt;/span&gt; life&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; filled with love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you had to make a choice between loving your worst enemy or eliminate your worst enemy in this world, which one would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5107805550408865247?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5107805550408865247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5107805550408865247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5107805550408865247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5107805550408865247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/page-4-of-366.html' title='Page 4 of 366.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-4923121072873673200</id><published>2012-01-03T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T20:53:26.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my holiday is OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school is starting tomorrow and this is the&lt;b&gt; 940th post&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;actually i am&lt;b&gt; not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; damn &lt;/i&gt;ready yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't washed my uniform&lt;i&gt; [did you just wear a new uniform without washing it first?]&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baju kurung is&lt;b&gt; SO DAMN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; freaking&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; that it makes me look even more fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's&lt;b&gt; 7.25PM&lt;/b&gt; already and i have no time to send it to the tailor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i blame myself for having a&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; two hours nap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, FEO?! there's no time to waste anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you sleep tonight, you wake up tomorrow and you go to school early in the freaking morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*stabs myself*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's time to say&lt;b&gt; hello &lt;/b&gt;to the books and study them like every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*cries a river of tears*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the&lt;b&gt; first weirdest thing&lt;/b&gt; that happened to me this year is last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was like&lt;i&gt; "WHOAH THERE BABY"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i never ever expect it to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after that things were awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[for me, it is awkward and weird at the same freaking time]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's weird that i dont have feelings. i mean,&lt;b&gt; i should &lt;/b&gt;have feelings, y'know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's awkward how i didnt know what should i say so i asked questions instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean, of course i like like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not&lt;b&gt; ARGHTTTTTTT!!!&lt;/b&gt; fasdmnaskldjwiojfmajknfasjkdnasjkdsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;\adjkasndoskanmdkaslcmasklcmsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cmaskicmasklcmakslcmaskcmasuiwabguychbd acnjsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just want to get my shit straight first before i let anyone else in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;for now, i think &lt;i&gt;"bestfriends" &lt;/i&gt;is the best option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;of course it makes&lt;b&gt; no difference&lt;/b&gt; at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;maybe i should take a little time&lt;b&gt; to think&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;let me just think about it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-4923121072873673200?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/4923121072873673200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=4923121072873673200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/4923121072873673200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/4923121072873673200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-holiday-is-over.html' title='my holiday is OVER!'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-733804692928904692</id><published>2012-01-02T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:02:26.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's life without some pranks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logged In &lt;/span&gt;my lil bro's Facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what made me do that. in any other words&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, i forgot&lt;/span&gt; what i was about to do with his Facebook when i suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUM0Sc_nwYc/TwFCrSYiG9I/AAAAAAAAETo/bhVOclejGng/s1600/heheeh3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUM0Sc_nwYc/TwFCrSYiG9I/AAAAAAAAETo/bhVOclejGng/s400/heheeh3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692904715409562578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[le lil bro's Facebook account]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBFPiayHLAQ/TwFCrOxZwPI/AAAAAAAAETY/OLruYeP4qBY/s1600/heheeh2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBFPiayHLAQ/TwFCrOxZwPI/AAAAAAAAETY/OLruYeP4qBY/s400/heheeh2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692904714440130802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[le his profile picture]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x03sVtYlU6g/TwFCsHt1a3I/AAAAAAAAET4/gSp0gi_CAtA/s1600/MeGuzta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x03sVtYlU6g/TwFCsHt1a3I/AAAAAAAAET4/gSp0gi_CAtA/s400/MeGuzta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692904729725987698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2mhI8fOS_c/TwFCrxBZlRI/AAAAAAAAETw/F4D8-km93yk/s1600/heheeh4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2mhI8fOS_c/TwFCrxBZlRI/AAAAAAAAETw/F4D8-km93yk/s400/heheeh4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692904723634033938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now this just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally laughing my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he's gonna love it when he sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolololololol.&lt;br /&gt;seriously i've got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; infuence&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.9gag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9Gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;everyday im &lt;a href="http://www.9gag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9gagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[if you dont know what 9Gag is, you should bend down and cry and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;go and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; get a life&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried for not having a life. but then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i took an arrow in the knee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mSDfxde8fSg" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="208"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wont understand what does it means if you're not a &lt;a href="http://www.9gag.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9gagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d37nnnqwv9amwr.cloudfront.net/photos/images/newsfeed/000/209/629/Arrow+in+the+knee+Skyrim_d0720d_2943409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d37nnnqwv9amwr.cloudfront.net/photos/images/newsfeed/000/210/528/Arrows+I+made+some+funny+OC+once+then+I+took_baa555_2957222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d37nnnqwv9amwr.cloudfront.net/photos/images/newsfeed/000/210/564/tumblr_lvizyjL2Dn1r4ttu3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughing to release all depression*... *but then i took an arrow in the knee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just admit it. im hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to explain you the joke but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RULE #1 : DO NOT EVER EXPLAIN ANY JOKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might help you anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vncIBREXCwU" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="208"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-733804692928904692?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/733804692928904692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=733804692928904692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/733804692928904692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/733804692928904692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-life-without-some-pranks.html' title='what&apos;s life without some pranks?'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUM0Sc_nwYc/TwFCrSYiG9I/AAAAAAAAETo/bhVOclejGng/s72-c/heheeh3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3941565952581888076</id><published>2012-01-01T00:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:32:02.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the 1/1/12! :) my boring resolutions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12.30AM &lt;/span&gt;right now. in other words, it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1/1/2012 &lt;/span&gt;already!&lt;br /&gt;the neighbours were screaming happily when the fireworks and the biggest fireworks burst to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;while im just doing my same old&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gosh-damn-boring&lt;/span&gt; routine - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;playing the CS and the Sims&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, it really sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this brings back the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i was in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Year 5&lt;/span&gt;, i was stuck at home too. at that time i think i have a blog but i deleted it. hmph too bad.&lt;br /&gt;during that time, i spent my new year texting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this one particular person&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just like what im doing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hahaha too nostalgic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Year 6&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [2008]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2008/12/dramatically.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what i wrote during New Year for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that new year was the best new year with my cousins ever. of course there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some unwanted incidents&lt;/span&gt; but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what are my resolutions for that year. im sure i've blogged about it but i cant seem to find the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Form 1&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [2009]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i didnt write anything during the New Year for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? because at that time i was busy enjoying myself with my families.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how i miss playing with those kids, eating and lighting up the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wrote &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-time-time-time-time.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a day before the new year and &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-years-memories-are-going-to-be.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are my resolutions for the year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Form 2&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [2010]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-new-resolutionsazam-baru-for-2011.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are my resolutions for the year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2011&lt;/span&gt; [i only managed to accomplish the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Less games more study"&lt;/span&gt; though] and &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2010/12/01012011.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is during the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been blogging officially for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FOUR YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY~ clap clap for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*clap clap clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh how i feel so forever alone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i will blog for my whole entire&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking&lt;/span&gt; life &lt;/span&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;and i am going to fulfill the promise :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. im going to finish&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DAY 10&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 10 : New year resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I knew that I'll forgot about my resolutions for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2012&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and probably I won't even give a damn to accomplish all of them&lt;/span&gt;, I will only make&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THREE&lt;/span&gt; resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first one is,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; be a good and nice person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Actually there are times that I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EVIL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad &lt;/span&gt;and such things like that [no, not naughty! i hate the word "naughty"].&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the good person who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; talk nicely&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do not yell or scold&lt;/span&gt;. I want to stop yelling.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the nice person who do good deeds without asking for anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;I want to help my parents in everything that I could without being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rebellious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to love my enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to have any fights anymore because I want to be a good and a nice person [refer to the first resolution].&lt;br /&gt;I want peace. By fighting with your enemy for peace is just the same with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; f*cking for virginity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Move on to the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be religious [not too fanatic] just like I was before.&lt;/span&gt; I know that I've been carried away by the world for a while now but now I am coming back to serve our only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God&lt;/span&gt;. Last year&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; [2011]&lt;/span&gt;, I admit it that I've been skipping&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; assembly &lt;/span&gt;for many times already. So as for this new year, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll try to attend every assembly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I will not postpone any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible Study&lt;/span&gt; [unless I have no other choice] and if I have lots of spare time, I will read the Bible stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; extra resolution&lt;/span&gt;. I will not let myself get attached to any&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "special person"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I get that feeling, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will run away&lt;/span&gt; because just like what I've said before,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Between two person, one is meant to be hurt"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And, haha I'm gonna tell you this for the second time, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; suitable guy for me in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awkward when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Year 6 boy&lt;/span&gt; confessed to you, right?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a Year 6&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a Year 3&lt;/span&gt; boy confessed to me just now.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing out loud because they're still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIDS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;man, you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; haven't&lt;/span&gt; even reached your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puberty &lt;/span&gt;yet. im just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it was such an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; awkward &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tough moment&lt;/span&gt; explaining them why i rejected them.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell them that one of the reasons is they haven't reached their puberty yet.&lt;br /&gt;but that answer is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; irrelevant&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two mere kiddos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said that they were still kids that should still play toy cars!&lt;br /&gt;they said that age doesn't matter, and i said it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i won the debate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it is still awkward though and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it makes me feel like im a pedophile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a pedophile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh why i've been receiving lots of confessions from kids lately?!&lt;br /&gt;before this, there was this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Form 2 boy&lt;/span&gt; confessed and cannot accept the reason of why i rejected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even understand why am i telling you guys this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to my future daughters, please fix your eyes first before you accept somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[pilih yang hensem2 saja. HAHA just kidding]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1.31AM. should i sleep?&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/649921120532884200-3941565952581888076?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3941565952581888076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3941565952581888076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3941565952581888076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3941565952581888076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-1112-my-boring-resolutions.html' title='it&apos;s the 1/1/12! :) my boring resolutions.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-346049564739190530</id><published>2011-12-31T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:51:29.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy New Year" MY ASS. I AM NOT HAPPY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;not in any mood for the freaking new year right now.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why? it's because my surroundings are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;new-year-ish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to go to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ranau&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; right now but my parents decided not to!&lt;br /&gt;basically, if my mom wants to go, my dad will.&lt;br /&gt;since she don't want to go, then i am staying in this freaking house for the whole freaking&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "NEW YEAR"&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in a good mood to blog either.&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do?! i am so damn bored and aodmnaspidnsmaipfdkwdwqapoaiomasod!woplaksdmnsaiosijadoiasdokmdsakl&lt;br /&gt;\dasijsoiadjasdpsamjidoasdjisajdas&lt;br /&gt;dasiojdaoisdjasiodjdmjka dfiuewajh disaknksandjasdsa&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend invited me to go to her house at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.30PM&lt;/span&gt; and i would like to but i've no friends to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;assist&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;ohh i am so dying.&lt;br /&gt;Lowong is going to sleep over her friend's house and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am so jealous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's busy talking about the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking new year&lt;/span&gt; while im just sitting here, eating, getting fat and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;curse my life. my life is so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dull &lt;/span&gt;right now. it should be exciting but it is not.&lt;br /&gt;stop talking about the freaking new year because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i might explode&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Day 10 a.k.a my 2012 resolutions &lt;/span&gt;at the early of the year 2012 [in other words, 12AM].&lt;br /&gt;there will be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; countdowns &lt;/span&gt;everywhere and i'll just count my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;there'll be lots of fireworks and enthusiasm can be heard from the neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh i am so jealous of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv_ra842efI/Tv7aTxSrPHI/AAAAAAAAETM/n0RADfPN2gg/s1600/hjb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv_ra842efI/Tv7aTxSrPHI/AAAAAAAAETM/n0RADfPN2gg/s400/hjb.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692227012226923634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[now Google is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;torturing&lt;/span&gt; me too! i thought you were my friend!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were times when i just&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well, one of that time is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-346049564739190530?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/346049564739190530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=346049564739190530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/346049564739190530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/346049564739190530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/eat-your-freaking-new-year.html' title='&quot;Happy New Year&quot; MY ASS. I AM NOT HAPPY.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tv_ra842efI/Tv7aTxSrPHI/AAAAAAAAETM/n0RADfPN2gg/s72-c/hjb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-379414746321932927</id><published>2011-12-30T11:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:07:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people change &amp; Day 9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times do i need to convince myself that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; things have changed&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seasons change and so do people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the fact of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; life&lt;/span&gt;. sometimes you wish they never changed but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they did&lt;/span&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why do we need to be friends even though one day friends will walk out from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've finally learned that fact,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's time to leave all of those behind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to start being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; independent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, i've lost the moon while counting the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" border="0" width="441" height="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Day 9 : The end of last school year/the beginning of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean the end of last year's school and the beginning of this year's school?&lt;br /&gt;Okay again, my own definition.&lt;br /&gt;[this topic is no fun at all]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-totally-have-no-freaking-life-right.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[click here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what I did during the end of last year's school.&lt;br /&gt;At that time I demanded for school to come because holiday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seemed&lt;/span&gt; long at that time. This year, I want MOREEEEEEEEEEE holiday! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am lazy too blog about this boring thing so I'll just give you the links of my old posts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-will-open-tomorrow.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the beginning of this year's school.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me that back then I was still a stupid naive girl fhjasudnasokldmasudnasij words cannot describe. I'm just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" border="0" width="441" height="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am still asking myself, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started to like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; colour.&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/649921120532884200-379414746321932927?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/379414746321932927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=379414746321932927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/379414746321932927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/379414746321932927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/people-change-day-9.html' title='people change &amp; Day 9.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-6332034203079798650</id><published>2011-12-29T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:04:35.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy makes me laughing my ass off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NGHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;BAHABHABAHBAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH YES I AM LAUGHING AT YOU FEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am laughing very hard at you for being such &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an asshole little biatch&lt;/span&gt; who gets jealous everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i am jealous, i refuse to talk.&lt;br /&gt;so please shut up and both of you just go and be in a relationship faster please.&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;im lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-6332034203079798650?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/6332034203079798650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=6332034203079798650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/6332034203079798650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/6332034203079798650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/jealousy-makes-me-laughing-my-ass-off.html' title='jealousy makes me laughing my ass off.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-314608752596078604</id><published>2011-12-29T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:53:00.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 : The funniest getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 8 : The funniest getaway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By get away do you mean&lt;i&gt; "the act or instance of escaping"&lt;/i&gt; ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont really get the title so let me just talk things based from my own definition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year I've got to admit that there were times&lt;b&gt; I skipped school &lt;/b&gt;just to sleepover at my &lt;i&gt;bestfriends' house&lt;/i&gt;. HAHA only my bestfriends will get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was funny since before the&lt;b&gt; PMR&lt;/b&gt;, I skipped school once but I still managed to get flying colours [don't misunderstand.&lt;b&gt; i am really really grateful&lt;/b&gt; with my results].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that means it doesn't matter if you study hard or not as long as you study&lt;b&gt; SMART&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Study hard means&lt;i&gt; being hard&lt;/i&gt; on the subjects that you're studying but study smart means &lt;b&gt;understanding &lt;/b&gt;on the subjects. Of course study smart is always &lt;b&gt;the best choice&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooops, out of topic. My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry because there's no photo so this is just another boring post. The pictures are in my other lappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However,&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif-part-1.html"&gt; click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for an example of our sleepover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-314608752596078604?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/314608752596078604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=314608752596078604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/314608752596078604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/314608752596078604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-8-funniest-getaway.html' title='Day 8 : The funniest getaway.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-6068826958281717541</id><published>2011-12-28T12:50:00.056+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:24:57.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like talking a lot today. Farewell 2011 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've got to admit that everytime i come across a blog who play this thing, i'll click&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "X"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;because i think it was boring and i dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c25LiTHkKzc/Tvqgw-teu3I/AAAAAAAAETA/wqg3v9CMoGI/s1600/nnn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c25LiTHkKzc/Tvqgw-teu3I/AAAAAAAAETA/wqg3v9CMoGI/s400/nnn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691037842463964018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i came across this one on &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it's a good one to flashback the memories of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;since 2011 is ending and 2012 is starting, hence i'll need to talk about 2011&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for the last time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already calculated the days so i'll need to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 until Day 7 &lt;/span&gt;because there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; days left before New Year.&lt;br /&gt;[why am i even explaining these things to you guys?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make sure that i wont make this post a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[if it is boring, then you should click the "X" button and get a life]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like talking today but there's no one to talk to so im talking to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 1 : A few things you'll never forget in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the early 2011,&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/02/reason-why-i-cannot-blog-often.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I moved from my house temporarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I was forced to use the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Celcom Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It sucks a lot that I missed every interesting conversations with my bestfriends on&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt; Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the moment where me and my bestfriends we shooting short movie at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Taman Mahathir&lt;/span&gt;. There were lots of laughter and joy and fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[all are just the same thing]&lt;/span&gt;. We finished shooting&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/03/filming-day-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/03/filming-day-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but never finished shooting Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 282px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/196724_1794794664268_1071723767_1977456_2618278_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dicky, Marling, Manisah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving Marling's car and was waving at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Manisah &lt;/span&gt;as I passed her by until I almost drove out from the road. Funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the moments during &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/04/issue-about-our-scouts-camping.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our Scout Camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Almost all of the participants were screaming&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; hysterically&lt;/span&gt; because they saw a ghost&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [there were some issues about that case but since this is gonna be a happy post, i refuse to talk about it]&lt;/span&gt;. People were praying at that time while me and my bestfriends were laughing. In the end, the four of us formed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a circle&lt;/span&gt; and we prayed together.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having guy friends is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 377px;" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/222131_204503322917480_100000734414314_629075_7009061_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[our Scout Camping]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/377493_309224322431816_157993970888186_1106977_679737187_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anne and Me. yeah im so abui]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable thing is, our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleepover&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/10/tgif-part-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our night party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The party went well and awesome [at least we think it is]. HAHA I still remember that we met one of the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KL Gangster's actor&lt;/span&gt; named something like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ajip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[i didn't even bother to know what's his name]&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dicky &lt;/span&gt;accidentally called him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Ajiz" &lt;/span&gt;which we thought was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Najis"&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;[you dont laugh because you dont understand]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 491px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxQsYe34Ozs/TqQ59QEhj2I/AAAAAAAADOQ/vcQfS5kyL9s/s1600/IMG_1592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that's the "Ajiz" with the black shirt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 486px; height: 729px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RL41XAKnamU/TqQ37D6ngAI/AAAAAAAADNw/00au_Ewpe0E/s1600/IMG_1385.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[our night party]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 333px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/393524_307054449315470_157993970888186_1100156_1725587738_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[laughed hard on this picture everytime i see it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of my time with my bestfriends. I didn't spend lots of time with my family so there's really nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 : Relationship(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just skip this one? No? Okay, okay. Let's just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; make this simple &lt;/span&gt;and be honest here.&lt;br /&gt;If it gets corny, make sure you don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puke off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; [i guess], I broke up with the guy that I've been in relationship with for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two years and half&lt;/span&gt;. I'm the one who dumped him okay. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; guy has ever dumped me before.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;, I broke up with another guy. Again,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm the one&lt;/span&gt; who suggested to break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I broke up two times in one year&lt;/span&gt;. One at the early of the year and one at the end of the year. ROFLMAO [Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off]. So now I'm ending this year &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me thinking that maybe there's really&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no suitable guy&lt;/span&gt; for me out there because I'm meant to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forever alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwqx8ovJlz1qiaqpmo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I don't need to rush. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't&lt;/span&gt; mind being single anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 : The best day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best day absolutely goes to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th February&lt;/span&gt;! Wanna know why? I'm sure if you've been reading my blog for awhile now, you'll know why because I've talked about this thing for like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;countless of times &lt;/span&gt;already.&lt;br /&gt;Oooooops, I'll tell you this on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7&lt;/span&gt; [spoiler brat].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of best day this year but I'm gonna tell you one of them.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; second best day&lt;/span&gt; goes to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 22nd November &lt;/span&gt;which was the date where I got my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR results&lt;/span&gt; and I got something beyond my expectations! I go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t a freaking flying colours&lt;/span&gt; and I'm still happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 : The worst day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhh I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOTS OF WORST DAY &lt;/span&gt;this year! How I wish I could tell you every single day of them.&lt;br /&gt;However, this one is absolutely the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST DAY&lt;/span&gt; ever. It was the day when I went to Anne's sister's birthday party at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;HoneySweet Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; and I lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/07/last-saturday-night-new-song.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here for the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh how I feel like cursing myself a lot right now for being such an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asshole&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Why I was so stupid and shit back then? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feodora Grace&lt;/span&gt;, you're such a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bitch&lt;/span&gt; and I dont even know why am I living in this body of yours. I should've lived inside&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Selena Gomez's&lt;/span&gt; body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just not talk about this thing further because this may cause a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; brain damage &lt;/span&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 : The most memorable moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the moment where me and all of my bestfriends were hanging out. Even before PMR, we were still hanging out. After PMR, we were hanging out even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is when we went to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Stella Grill Island&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 367px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/381674_309222989098616_157993970888186_1106975_265773006_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[at Stella Grill Island]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, Manisah and Annah&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;di hujung-hujung sungai&lt;/span&gt; and we were having so much fun hiding&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'things'&lt;/span&gt; beneath the stones and rocks. NGAHAHAHA. Only the three of us will understand what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6 : Your bestfriend(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year after I've finally broke up with that guy, I started to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more closer&lt;/span&gt; with my bestfriends. I started making new close friends and become&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more&lt;/span&gt; friendly with my guy friends because there's no one who'll cry if I get close to guys anymore. Oh thank heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don't be narrow-minded.&lt;/span&gt; By having lots of guy friends doesn't mean that I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;. Actually guy friends are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a lot more better &lt;/span&gt;than girl friends because they don't judge like most girls do and they don't do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;comparisons.&lt;/span&gt; Plus, I can play &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rough games&lt;/span&gt; with them, for instance, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Counter Strike&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost one of my bestfriends this year because finally I know that we're nobody for her. I mean, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; to her. Just a friend that you can reach for whenever you're in need. However, this year I've learned lots of things about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned on how to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; differentiate&lt;/span&gt; between a friend and a bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking! I'm gonna show you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my bestfriends&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my close friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[In my definition, close friends are the ones who always hang out with us]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 490px; height: 367px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/249720_104671386291917_100002471682121_39672_6315498_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[us B-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 498px; height: 373px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/247276_104671816291874_100002471682121_39694_2247761_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the gangsta bags]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; height: 369px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/321128_162335897192132_100002471682121_299820_2001168528_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Manisah, Annah, Dora, Me, Bembiyani, Goput]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 507px; height: 378px;" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/293431_162335990525456_100002471682121_299821_1013288358_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 378px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/316519_162336037192118_100002471682121_299822_261118082_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the amount of our heads were decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;From that many [pictures above] to this many [pictures below].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 384px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/300099_171841152908273_100002471682121_334561_1441523432_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Manisah, Me, Annah, Bembiyani]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 388px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/384957_171841379574917_100002471682121_334569_1465445398_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 398px;" src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378057_171841419574913_100002471682121_334570_1502543311_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ajaran Abang Feo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 692px;" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/293914_165069456918776_100002471682121_311388_713361594_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 399px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/378592_166681166757605_100002471682121_316617_1421018914_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[detect my head. these are my friends except tuuna daling Manisah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 518px; height: 690px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/316154_164116647014057_100002471682121_307461_26682094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/320103_161600877265634_100002471682121_296430_256707354_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my only guy bestfriend]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk more about them but I've got lots of things to do so let's move on faster.&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends, I love you guys :) MUAH MUAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Day 7 : Your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of you knew the story that I'm gonna tell right now.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you dont, read my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/02/superblast-d-101-happy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/02/reblog-about-last-night.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;click this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;expect for any surprises or any interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriends knew well that my religion &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;celebrate birthdays. I never thought that they would throw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a big birthday surprise&lt;/span&gt; for me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [i consider it as a big birthday surprise because they made it at a hotel]&lt;/span&gt; ! There were even two cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383197_307040545983527_157993970888186_1100105_129791444_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/387733_309215662432682_157993970888186_1106954_1805074256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i admit it that i cried a little]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the most awesome present ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I would&lt;br /&gt;never be able to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;[I would never forget the first time Goput danced on the chair. HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;I love my bestfriends. They brighten up my gloomy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the birthday party was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We danced like there's no tomorrow and sang like it's our house. Even there's this one group dancing. So supporting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 383px;" src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/392065_309219909098924_157993970888186_1106958_1707446186_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i never thought you guys do love me :P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. My birthday this year is the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Flying kisses for my bestfriends and my close friends. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MUAH MUAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/368/368595ulfumkvf8n.jpg" width="441" border="0" height="72" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-6068826958281717541?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/6068826958281717541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=6068826958281717541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/6068826958281717541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/6068826958281717541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-like-talking-lot-today-farewell.html' title='I feel like talking a lot today. Farewell 2011 :)'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c25LiTHkKzc/Tvqgw-teu3I/AAAAAAAAETA/wqg3v9CMoGI/s72-c/nnn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-600260152471831834</id><published>2011-12-28T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:31:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna scream. so jelly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i was like&lt;i&gt; oh my gosh why am i so jealous?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not like i've got anything to do with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont even have&lt;b&gt; any rights&lt;/b&gt; to get mad &lt;i&gt;or get jealous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but all i wanna do right now is just &lt;b&gt;scream&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to tell the whole freaking world that i am jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this feeling is a bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN'T YOUR SEE IT?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;relax, Feo. relax. &lt;i&gt;*inhale, exhale*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think of something that you can do to release these feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i can think to say right now are, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"BIKIN PANAS!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt; "SA BENCI KAU!" &lt;/b&gt;and&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt; "WHATEVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sa mau kasitau kau betapa bikin panas nya kau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aiyaaa!! sa jeles!! sa pun mau!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[annoying thoughts]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, i can't do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't &lt;i&gt;stop &lt;/i&gt;from being jealous and i&lt;b&gt; can't&lt;/b&gt; get mad either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only thing i can do is&lt;b&gt; scream&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-600260152471831834?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/600260152471831834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=600260152471831834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/600260152471831834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/600260152471831834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-just-wanna-scream-so-jelly.html' title='i just wanna scream. so jelly.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-2270088945643761319</id><published>2011-12-26T14:19:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:58:20.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for girls who are heartbroken, this is an advice for you :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why do i feel like being honest today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGHTT! right. that one post that i published on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; October&lt;/span&gt; is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; drafted&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LESS THAN ONE WEEK left and then it's SCHOOL TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh gosh im NOT ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why i feel like my holiday is so short?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED MORE HOLIDAY PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do much for this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;nothing inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not really shocking news&lt;/span&gt; that i decided to tell you guys today is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPCorZYX9o/TvgUE7Z1_nI/AAAAAAAAES0/yU8F0HlOXc8/s1600/lagoi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPCorZYX9o/TvgUE7Z1_nI/AAAAAAAAES0/yU8F0HlOXc8/s400/lagoi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690320204080742002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that shocking, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw lots of people trying to tell the whole world that they're&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the main point for them doing that is : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so that there are guys/girls who will flirt them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those single people tend to say things like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh Im lonely, Im single" &lt;/span&gt;and i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;what the heck, bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot deny &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[you also need to admit it] &lt;/span&gt;that those kind of human beings are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRRITATING &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they'll post it on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and makes me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()ahjdbjahsR^*U(*(@&amp;amp;&amp;amp;$^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh gosh how i wanna throw grenades on them so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;back to the topic, you guys might be wondering&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; why&lt;/span&gt; because my previous post on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; October&lt;/span&gt; was all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; loveydovey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot explain it in words but luckily i found the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; EXACT&lt;/span&gt; explainations on &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[say thanks to Tumblr. in fact, im very grateful that Tumblr exists]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwgkqup7fX1qktppqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Tumblr : picture explains everything]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for girls out there who're going through a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heartbreak&lt;/span&gt; right now, this is an awesome advice for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwibybBrCY1qe52v7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember that you can NEVER find the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; right one&lt;/span&gt; if you're still holding on to the WRONG one.&lt;br /&gt;remember that we're still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUNG&lt;/span&gt; and we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wont&lt;/span&gt; be any younger every day.&lt;br /&gt;hence, we need to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;while we're still teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;we need to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; create &lt;/span&gt;something that we can laugh at when we're old.&lt;br /&gt;not something bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lesson to learn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;on every aspect of my life, i'll take it as a lesson to learn.&lt;br /&gt;if i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; something up, i'll take it as a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;like i've already said before,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we need to make different mistakes everyday so that we can learn a lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you think that you just made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a big mistake&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont ever regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it as a lesson to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never do the same again&lt;/span&gt; because you already knew how it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umh, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvgj1nQx881qhdh30o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day is a good day because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're still breathing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and as long as we're still breathing, we can create something even more better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for boys, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're just a boy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you dont and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wont&lt;/span&gt; understand so please back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-2270088945643761319?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/2270088945643761319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=2270088945643761319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2270088945643761319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2270088945643761319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-girls-who-are-heartbroken-this-is.html' title='for girls who are heartbroken, this is an advice for you :)'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjPCorZYX9o/TvgUE7Z1_nI/AAAAAAAAES0/yU8F0HlOXc8/s72-c/lagoi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7000186061441791300</id><published>2011-12-25T19:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:05:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! MY NEW LAYOUT :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been working from &lt;b&gt;6PM&lt;/b&gt; until &lt;b&gt;7.40PM&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;[which is right now]&lt;/i&gt; and finally &lt;b&gt;my new layout &lt;/b&gt;has finished by the time that i promised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i made the background and the banner by &lt;b&gt;myself&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no help from anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Photoshopping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;part wasn't hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hardest part was the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;photoshoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cant find a good place with a good lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the end, i decided to capture pictures infront of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6ZsMzfSWRA/TvcM6mQtw8I/AAAAAAAAESo/0eHCCitcHoc/s1600/PC252912.JPG" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6ZsMzfSWRA/TvcM6mQtw8I/AAAAAAAAESo/0eHCCitcHoc/s400/PC252912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690030855048512450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[i was supposed to look down at my blog's posts]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that shirt is big so it makes my arms look&lt;b&gt; short&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was getting dark, i didn't have much time to capture brilliant pictures so i captured simple pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im not a big fan of the colour &lt;b&gt;PINK&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;instead, i &lt;i&gt;quite &lt;/i&gt;dislike it actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but since it goes on with the vintage &lt;i&gt;blablabla &lt;/i&gt;thing, i have no other choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to make &lt;i&gt;a flowery background&lt;/i&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;overall, everything is nice [for me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks for the good job, &lt;b&gt;Feo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[praising myself]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cold sweats &lt;i&gt;prickling &lt;/i&gt;down from my face &lt;b&gt;worth &lt;/b&gt;it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've also decided to reveal my full name and use it as my main name in blog things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feodora Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i am hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gonna update soon about our &lt;b&gt;Family Gathering &lt;/b&gt;yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7000186061441791300?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7000186061441791300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7000186061441791300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7000186061441791300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7000186061441791300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally-my-new-layout-d.html' title='FINALLY! MY NEW LAYOUT :D'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6ZsMzfSWRA/TvcM6mQtw8I/AAAAAAAAESo/0eHCCitcHoc/s72-c/PC252912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-5627735746396124517</id><published>2011-12-24T13:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:33:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is just another beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday i went to&lt;b&gt; somewhere peaceful&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after i've confessed everything, i want to go somewhere&lt;b&gt; far away&lt;/b&gt; from this town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont even know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i know is, i want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my parents were convincing me to go to &lt;b&gt;MRSM&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im giving it the&lt;b&gt; second thought&lt;/b&gt; right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to travel far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-1Uan0FNxw/TvVpacRyCWI/AAAAAAAAERU/qF494FuR_oI/s1600/PC232781.JPG" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-1Uan0FNxw/TvVpacRyCWI/AAAAAAAAERU/qF494FuR_oI/s400/PC232781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689569607240780130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont be afraid to be different from the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it makes you special.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g22tp7uEEyU/TvVpakvUdfI/AAAAAAAAERc/H0YE8aZcMMs/s1600/PC232782.JPG" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g22tp7uEEyU/TvVpakvUdfI/AAAAAAAAERc/H0YE8aZcMMs/s400/PC232782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689569609512154610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG-038Bs4DY/TvVpax1HXfI/AAAAAAAAERs/P3m9-9rCXC0/s1600/PC232796.JPG" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mG-038Bs4DY/TvVpax1HXfI/AAAAAAAAERs/P3m9-9rCXC0/s400/PC232796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689569613026123250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this scenery makes me want to live in it forever]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all of those, i need some laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;even if it's a fake one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnfmEM3jjLo/TvVpbFPaA7I/AAAAAAAAER4/KtEbzxHpdiU/s1600/PC232819.JPG" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnfmEM3jjLo/TvVpbFPaA7I/AAAAAAAAER4/KtEbzxHpdiU/s400/PC232819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689569618236670898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEX10sTnaUw/TvVpbVAzwLI/AAAAAAAAESA/pNLwG_3DpIk/s1600/PC232835.JPG" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fEX10sTnaUw/TvVpbVAzwLI/AAAAAAAAESA/pNLwG_3DpIk/s400/PC232835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689569622470410418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[his long eyelashes]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlJMEcW4Ti4/TvVqNdsmICI/AAAAAAAAESQ/x_AQNOD_26s/s1600/PC232839.JPG" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tlJMEcW4Ti4/TvVqNdsmICI/AAAAAAAAESQ/x_AQNOD_26s/s400/PC232839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689570483795009570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[there were lots of&lt;b&gt; dairy cattles&lt;/b&gt; here]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as soon as i was trying to capture their picture, the camera's battery went &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right. a perfect timing for a camera to be a complete jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rochedalss.eq.edu.au/cow2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[just so you know, this is a dairy cattle]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a lot of things have changed :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to let go of what i want to get what i&lt;i&gt; deserve&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wouldn't be able to find the right one if im still holding onto &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the wrong one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to &lt;b&gt;apologize &lt;/b&gt;to my bestfriends for being such a &lt;i&gt;disappointment&lt;/i&gt; to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though they've told me to &lt;b&gt;hold on&lt;/b&gt;, they need to&lt;b&gt; respect&lt;/b&gt; my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i cant have anything that i want in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;people will always come and go and new people come into your life and go after a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this circle will go on as long as im still breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want a new world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a new beginning&lt;/span&gt; for my life.&lt;br /&gt;people change and we move on.&lt;br /&gt;that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BQaM5KhndhI" allowfullscreen="" width="350" frameborder="0" height="208"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;I've been working hard so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Seems like pain has been my only friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;My fragile heart's been done so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;I wondered if I'd ever heal again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; display: inline ! important; float: none;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;All around me I can feel a chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me, leave the past behind me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY MY LIFE BEGINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot deny that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hardest part&lt;/span&gt; is to delete those memories from my brain.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cant&lt;/span&gt; delete those memories.&lt;br /&gt;i cant delete those pictures either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think that i need to delete them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would never regret something that once made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im learning now to leave it in the past and try forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-5627735746396124517?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/5627735746396124517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=5627735746396124517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5627735746396124517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/5627735746396124517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-is-just-another-beginning.html' title='today is just another beginning.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-1Uan0FNxw/TvVpacRyCWI/AAAAAAAAERU/qF494FuR_oI/s72-c/PC232781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-192463577046597448</id><published>2011-12-23T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:32:25.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've tried.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've already tried.&lt;br /&gt;nothing can fix it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chances are given and wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;regretting is always better than constantly being hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gonna be away for awhile from this house today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i will change my relationship status later after everything's official.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tried ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im the only one who's trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girl who never stopped trying finally &lt;b&gt;GIVE UP&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-192463577046597448?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/192463577046597448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=192463577046597448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/192463577046597448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/192463577046597448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/ive-tried.html' title='i&apos;ve tried.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7720989094531445941</id><published>2011-12-22T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:11:32.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im having the best day ever in this year! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i feel like i want to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOVE &lt;/span&gt;everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;with their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-stop&lt;/span&gt; congratulations and im on the fame today. lol&lt;br /&gt;most of all, i wanna love myself and if i could, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;hug myself but if i do, i'll look stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;because today i went to take my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PMR results&lt;/span&gt; and i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER DUPER &lt;/span&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i want to bang my head on the wall because im too happy and i need to bang my head to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;it's becauseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4r7IynNqY/TvL-9_Qm1lI/AAAAAAAAERI/tLyWSOWgEg0/s1600/PC222757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4r7IynNqY/TvL-9_Qm1lI/AAAAAAAAERI/tLyWSOWgEg0/s400/PC222757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688889620228920914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was given my results, i was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MY GOSH! MY FREAKING GOSH! IS THIS REAL?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like i want to laugh hysterically so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOOK AT THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that i've been through, those hard nights, those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24 Days of Torturement&lt;/span&gt;, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be real honest here, i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REALLY&lt;/span&gt; dont expect that i'll get straight As!&lt;br /&gt;i never did hope because i thought it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; impossible&lt;/span&gt; for me since during the last day before PMR, i was still playing around with my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to pray to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; God &lt;/span&gt;right now and say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; irritated&lt;/span&gt; with those who posted their beautiful results on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[no offence]&lt;br /&gt;at least i didnt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; show off &lt;/span&gt;my results on Facebook, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it when people started to adress me as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Budak pandai"&lt;/span&gt; or such similar things like that.&lt;br /&gt;the point is, if i got straight As for my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SPM&lt;/span&gt;, only then you can call me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most awesome girl ever in this freaking world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i went to take my results, i was hanging out with my bestfriends and today is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one of the best days &lt;/span&gt;in this year!&lt;br /&gt;soon i went back home and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNFORTUNATELY&lt;/span&gt; i faced with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; face of a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really bitch? really?&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriends' mothers&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; praised me&lt;/span&gt; for having such a good results.&lt;br /&gt;while you're just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SLEEPING&lt;/span&gt; over there, not wanting to know anything, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not even a single compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered that i was studying before and you said that i'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; pass.&lt;br /&gt;look at me now! i even&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PASSED &lt;/span&gt;with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; flying colours&lt;/span&gt; and yet you're just taking it as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a normal thing&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;what kind of mother are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of people out there who gets&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; excited &lt;/span&gt;about my results, who wanted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; my results while you're just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pleasing &lt;/span&gt;your other daughter&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; which turned out to be a complete bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7720989094531445941?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7720989094531445941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7720989094531445941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7720989094531445941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7720989094531445941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-having-best-day-ever-in-this-year-d.html' title='Im having the best day ever in this year! :D'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8c4r7IynNqY/TvL-9_Qm1lI/AAAAAAAAERI/tLyWSOWgEg0/s72-c/PC222757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3865051109358114513</id><published>2011-12-21T16:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:04:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a merry day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;my uncles, my aunt and my little cousins went to my house today.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i've already took a bath and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shokobutsu's&lt;/span&gt; shower cream smells super good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was in my bedroom, this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; silent house &lt;/span&gt;suddenly turned into a noisy house full with kids' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hyperactive &lt;/span&gt;voices.&lt;br /&gt;i went downstairs and found out that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[plus, there were lots of foods]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;she was here too with her lil bro, her sister and her big bro.&lt;br /&gt;i told them to play computer games in that little shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlbL_3k7cWE/TvGdBU6QupI/AAAAAAAAEP0/YUVUk6vfxgw/s1600/PC212747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlbL_3k7cWE/TvGdBU6QupI/AAAAAAAAEP0/YUVUk6vfxgw/s400/PC212747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688500450464152210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ashley]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5ldpgkiH6Y/TvGdCAdgL2I/AAAAAAAAEQM/y-JD3rsIDhE/s1600/PC212749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5ldpgkiH6Y/TvGdCAdgL2I/AAAAAAAAEQM/y-JD3rsIDhE/s400/PC212749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688500462154690402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's still as cute as ever with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high-waisted short pants&lt;/span&gt; and her little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wedges&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, she's fashionable.&lt;br /&gt;[her mom should take the credits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaRLHacHIIo/TvGdBlWK_QI/AAAAAAAAEQE/rDfEnfUfdjE/s1600/PC212748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xaRLHacHIIo/TvGdBlWK_QI/AAAAAAAAEQE/rDfEnfUfdjE/s400/PC212748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688500454876183810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[her sister, Erika]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that her sister inherited our family's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;none of my family are not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; crazy-minded&lt;/span&gt; [in a good way].&lt;br /&gt;all of us are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmYSZpJHbyI/TvGdCZQkcuI/AAAAAAAAEQY/x7PpaYa_Dlc/s1600/PC212750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QmYSZpJHbyI/TvGdCZQkcuI/AAAAAAAAEQY/x7PpaYa_Dlc/s400/PC212750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688500468811330274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[her big brother, Allen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i forgot to take a picture of her lil bro,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Darrel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4aW07Vj6WU/TvGdCtUaQyI/AAAAAAAAEQk/I9lvQsGuidc/s1600/PC212752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4aW07Vj6WU/TvGdCtUaQyI/AAAAAAAAEQk/I9lvQsGuidc/s400/PC212752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688500474196149026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this is Al, my lil bro]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate lunch together and it was very merry.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to go back to my village because it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more merry&lt;/span&gt; over there.&lt;br /&gt;[more little children of course]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i found a new&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; territory&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bz2xfmFv3oI/TvGdpHPu7dI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/-DuBxODgNno/s1600/PC212755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bz2xfmFv3oI/TvGdpHPu7dI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/-DuBxODgNno/s400/PC212755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688501133990882770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a big cushion behind me so i can lay down while &lt;a href="http://tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblrin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been&lt;a href="http://tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tumblrin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;blame it for making this post&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; more boring than ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afSHKHk2Ku8/TvGdo2hzoBI/AAAAAAAAEQw/14Ke0wyUeng/s1600/PC212753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afSHKHk2Ku8/TvGdo2hzoBI/AAAAAAAAEQw/14Ke0wyUeng/s400/PC212753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688501129503285266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; eating pea&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't love it, then you must be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[whoah it rhymes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am still denying the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR result &lt;/span&gt;will come out tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. im&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; hoping for straight&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; As &lt;/span&gt;but at least please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no C&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are talking about it and they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well im not really that nervous because the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FACT &lt;/span&gt;is already there and we cant change the reality by being nervous &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or cry or being sad or cant sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you can change your reality by smoking weed.&lt;br /&gt;just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irritates&lt;/span&gt; me when people are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;over-reacting&lt;/span&gt; over this matter.&lt;br /&gt;i know how do you feel, in fact i am feeling the same too right now.&lt;br /&gt;it's just that we need to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTROL&lt;/span&gt; the feelings so that it wont&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; overwhelm&lt;/span&gt; ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know by saying this, i wont be able to change my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im saying things like this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just so that i wont expect more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-3865051109358114513?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3865051109358114513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3865051109358114513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3865051109358114513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3865051109358114513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-merry-day.html' title='what a merry day.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlbL_3k7cWE/TvGdBU6QupI/AAAAAAAAEP0/YUVUk6vfxgw/s72-c/PC212747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-1659067942861391485</id><published>2011-12-20T22:07:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:12:33.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly boring and PMR results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you might get offended with this post, STOP reading.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I blog is HONEST and I'm NOT complaining, I'm just telling honest things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, i went to the prom night at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dewan Masyarakat Keningau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im being real honest here.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to talk more about their&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; time arrangements&lt;/span&gt; and their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, that prom was supposed to start at&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6.30PM or 7PM &lt;/span&gt;but apparently it started at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8PM++&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the host convinced us that they have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "lots of activities"&lt;/span&gt; to do that night.&lt;br /&gt;he kept on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; repeating&lt;/span&gt; the same damn thing about that.&lt;br /&gt;so i was looking foward to that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lots of activities"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and i am quite disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the activities were not satisfying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; [no offence]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we listened to the host's speech, we walked to a table to take our foods&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we ate, we sat, we watched the Prom Queen election, we watched the live band, cabutan tiket bertuah, live band, dance battle&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [which consisted of 4 groups with 7 people in one group and i was like, what about us? how the hell are we supposed to dance?]&lt;/span&gt;, cabutan tiket bertuah, live band, announcement of Prom King and Prom Queen,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, the only part that i love was the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; live band&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but they played&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; too much songs that im not interested in&lt;/span&gt; and made me feel sleepy that i wanted to go home as fast as i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;when we hosted a party for the first time before, we totally screwed up too.&lt;br /&gt;[even though our tickets were cheaper]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, that Prom Night was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[we didnt get to dance on the floor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with those honest things, im gonna tell you my journey that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSnh4P0Dkh8/TvCa_thsZNI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5F37fm6I8Hs/s1600/PC172645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSnh4P0Dkh8/TvCa_thsZNI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5F37fm6I8Hs/s400/PC172645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688216748712289490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Michelle Phan as my makeups Guru]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in every&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Prom Night&lt;/span&gt;, there must be at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one &lt;/span&gt;female who will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over-do&lt;/span&gt; her makeups.&lt;br /&gt;considering that, i'll need to do some makeups too so that i wont look&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pale and fat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hKJJyoXK-Q/TvCa_-c7zSI/AAAAAAAAEMY/etppqaQv0mQ/s1600/PC172665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hKJJyoXK-Q/TvCa_-c7zSI/AAAAAAAAEMY/etppqaQv0mQ/s400/PC172665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688216753255730466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Anne and Marling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as we arrived, we took a seat and too bad there were only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FIVE &lt;/span&gt;of us including me :'(&lt;br /&gt;how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEWEeFFHl_E/TvCa_2ZXrYI/AAAAAAAAEMo/xqbmdIGjgLo/s1600/PC172670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEWEeFFHl_E/TvCa_2ZXrYI/AAAAAAAAEMo/xqbmdIGjgLo/s400/PC172670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688216751093296514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marling, Kevin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Jl-b777KY/TvCcVMH6tgI/AAAAAAAAEOI/isE48cp2LlU/s1600/PC172716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8Jl-b777KY/TvCcVMH6tgI/AAAAAAAAEOI/isE48cp2LlU/s400/PC172716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688218217214555650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Junior]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7CFtlslaPk/TvCbBBvbDnI/AAAAAAAAENA/nf59aWYabwM/s1600/PC172676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7CFtlslaPk/TvCbBBvbDnI/AAAAAAAAENA/nf59aWYabwM/s400/PC172676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688216771318451826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[this was the male host]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4qJ6T2qDqw/TvCbbpk7hII/AAAAAAAAENM/-QmnsHCPYEc/s1600/PC172682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4qJ6T2qDqw/TvCbbpk7hII/AAAAAAAAENM/-QmnsHCPYEc/s400/PC172682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688217228688458882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[every female who attended that prom will be given this little flower]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohqTnCUd-Os/TvCcVT3FzvI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Vsa4NynLHCQ/s1600/PC172705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ohqTnCUd-Os/TvCcVT3FzvI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/Vsa4NynLHCQ/s400/PC172705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688218219291463410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Prom Queen election]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnNt50ijmrs/TvCeJqhz8hI/AAAAAAAAEO4/dn_KaqRhAuo/s1600/PC172677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnNt50ijmrs/TvCeJqhz8hI/AAAAAAAAEO4/dn_KaqRhAuo/s400/PC172677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220218241053202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the live band]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didn't get to capture a full picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;i only get to record a video of them playing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQVy07zDco/TvCeJSBnVWI/AAAAAAAAEOs/CqmGtPLH7hE/s1600/PC172707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfQVy07zDco/TvCeJSBnVWI/AAAAAAAAEOs/CqmGtPLH7hE/s400/PC172707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220211663557986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[which finally became a dance battle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cm9nRrHUR2w/TvCeyPyEUjI/AAAAAAAAEPE/o7QqO3atXqU/s1600/PC172702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cm9nRrHUR2w/TvCeyPyEUjI/AAAAAAAAEPE/o7QqO3atXqU/s400/PC172702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220915436114482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[guess what's that yellowish bottle over there?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8qKaX5kYnI/TvCeyVaGKHI/AAAAAAAAEPc/PcklNMx8KpY/s1600/PC172703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8qKaX5kYnI/TvCeyVaGKHI/AAAAAAAAEPc/PcklNMx8KpY/s400/PC172703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220916946184306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[recognize it?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZAypSQQnxk/TvCeyTd7x9I/AAAAAAAAEPM/X9KbrvkoQjA/s1600/PC172701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZAypSQQnxk/TvCeyTd7x9I/AAAAAAAAEPM/X9KbrvkoQjA/s400/PC172701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220916425410514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hell yeah it's a freaking tequila!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt drink too much of it though.&lt;br /&gt;i only drank like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half a glass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after that, a cute incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WNqgRts34g/TvCbbpnuosI/AAAAAAAAENc/PzBYlq0SxbE/s1600/PC172698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9WNqgRts34g/TvCbbpnuosI/AAAAAAAAENc/PzBYlq0SxbE/s400/PC172698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688217228700197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[first attempt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin was forcing Marling to make&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a cute pose&lt;/span&gt; with him.&lt;br /&gt;at first, Marling refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oNt8h-1O2Y/TvCbcRVC0uI/AAAAAAAAENk/SnmIlnPSEYo/s1600/PC172697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oNt8h-1O2Y/TvCbcRVC0uI/AAAAAAAAENk/SnmIlnPSEYo/s400/PC172697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688217239359247074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[second attempt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kefR6WnF0FE/TvCbceAAW1I/AAAAAAAAENw/-Wl6ekGzTwY/s1600/PC172696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kefR6WnF0FE/TvCbceAAW1I/AAAAAAAAENw/-Wl6ekGzTwY/s400/PC172696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688217242760665938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[third attempt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally several attempts....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ir6uNVmLmok/TvCbc5OooaI/AAAAAAAAEN8/mxN-hAUkLVU/s1600/PC172717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ir6uNVmLmok/TvCbc5OooaI/AAAAAAAAEN8/mxN-hAUkLVU/s400/PC172717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688217250069782946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eppppp.&lt;br /&gt;totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROFLMAO-ed&lt;/span&gt; but im not gonna laugh here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[if they knew that i uploaded that picture here, im gonna be a dead meat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_TUxE8W8qw/TvCezNAbhoI/AAAAAAAAEPo/HR5EACdSboE/s1600/PC172704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_TUxE8W8qw/TvCezNAbhoI/AAAAAAAAEPo/HR5EACdSboE/s400/PC172704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688220931870918274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marling and Junior]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiDHpaG8PYE/TvCcVjc9DhI/AAAAAAAAEOc/xbLrScCVXxQ/s1600/PC1726882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiDHpaG8PYE/TvCcVjc9DhI/AAAAAAAAEOc/xbLrScCVXxQ/s400/PC1726882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688218223476805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Me and Anne]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said it's confirmed that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR results&lt;/span&gt; will be out on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;22nd December&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH SOMEBODY PLEASE KILL ME SO THAT I WONT HAVE TO FACE THIS HARSH REALITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, at least let it be either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;dont let me get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking &lt;/span&gt;ugly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3As 4Bs&lt;/span&gt; is okay.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i didnt fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-1659067942861391485?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/1659067942861391485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=1659067942861391485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1659067942861391485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1659067942861391485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/honestly-boring-and-pmr-results.html' title='honestly boring and PMR results.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSnh4P0Dkh8/TvCa_thsZNI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/5F37fm6I8Hs/s72-c/PC172645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3986852990372195378</id><published>2011-12-17T10:55:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:56:12.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at least let me blog about this for once :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i've already put up a maintenance blog&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [which only took me less than an hour to make it]&lt;/span&gt;, i think i could at least publish this one post.&lt;br /&gt;maybe,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just maybe&lt;/span&gt;, you've been wondering that i have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; plenty of time &lt;/span&gt;today so i could make the new layout today.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have plenty of time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bible Study &lt;/span&gt;at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11AM &lt;/span&gt;and im going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne's &lt;/span&gt;house around 3 or 4PM.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the time i will do some preparations because, im going to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SFX Form 5's prom night&lt;/span&gt; tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 387px;" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/376381_286902251349122_100000880483978_815063_1493857764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uhm, not trying to be a grammar nazi here but isn't that supposed to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Venue" &lt;/span&gt;? just asking :) dont worry. people make mistakes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been keeping this thing up until now because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; expectation leads to disappointment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, if i keep talking about that thing,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; suddenly&lt;/span&gt; i might not be able to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or such similar things like that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this is actually the first time for me going to a prom night that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; hosted by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering that im gonna put on the makeups for hours today, i made my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "No Makeup Day"&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;[your eyes will get exhausted if you put on makeups everyday. skin needs oxygen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to shop some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt; with Lowong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without any makeups on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; unusual of me because usually i'll put at least a little eyeshadow before going out.&lt;br /&gt;and that is because i'll feel very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSECURE&lt;/span&gt; walking to the town without any makeups on.&lt;br /&gt;basically it's because i think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am ugly &lt;/span&gt;without any makeups on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the weirdest thing that happened yesterday was, i treated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lowong&lt;/span&gt; for a lunch at this one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;particular restaurant &lt;/span&gt;and there's this one waiter [a teenager, 16 maybe] was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; at me which i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;[actually i was chatting with Lowong with lots of facial expressions -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i realised that i talked like a guy&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that waiter's friend&lt;/span&gt; [which turned out to be a girl] came to our table and asked for my name.&lt;br /&gt;she said that her friend [that waiter] asked her to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ask for my name&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, at first i thought she was asking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowong &lt;/span&gt;since Lowong looked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; way better&lt;/span&gt; than my messy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i was wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt; asked for my name - i mean, that waiter boy was asking for my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SERIOUSLY?! Why would a good looking waiter asked for MY name in my UGLY condition?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i told her my name.&lt;br /&gt;and im guessing that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; maybe&lt;/span&gt; he knew me or he's gonna search me on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think that he knew me. that's why he asked my name for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; confirmation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for girls who use makeups out there, remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;to put thick makeups.&lt;br /&gt;you dont want people to think that you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jail-break&lt;/span&gt; from a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; clown's gallery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you want people to notice your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACE&lt;/span&gt;, not your makeups :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic about tonight, i've been through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a tough moment&lt;/span&gt; choosing my dressing [including making a tidy and neat wardrobe into a messy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; juvenile's-wardrobe-looked-alike&lt;/span&gt;] and a tough moment searching for accessories.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't over-do myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MORE SIMPLE IS THE MORE BETTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that my dressing looks like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prostitute's dress&lt;/span&gt; even though Lowong has convinced me countless of times already.&lt;br /&gt;i still need a second person's opinion which is gonna be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anis &lt;/span&gt;and third person's opinion which is gonna be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if it really looked like a prostitute's, i will just wear a plain T-Shirt with jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh im not expecting but i dont want to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, lately i've been doing house chores like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;there were times when i was the one who did everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i woke up at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8AM&lt;/span&gt;, i took a bath, cleaned up the living room, prepared a breakfast for them, cleaned up this little shop and most of the time,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nagging&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;people who make this house a mess should be nagged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;including my parents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagged my mom for being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; and rough, nagged my lil bro for not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turning off &lt;/span&gt;the computer while not using it and put his dishes into the sink.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't nagged my dad today because he spend most of the time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making music&lt;/span&gt; and haven't nagged &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowong &lt;/span&gt;because she's still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;it's good that she's still sleeping at this hour because&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it enables me to nag her more &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all, i love nagging.&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/649921120532884200-3986852990372195378?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3986852990372195378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3986852990372195378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3986852990372195378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3986852990372195378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/since-ive-already-put-up-maintenance.html' title='at least let me blog about this for once :D'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-8011631541100041617</id><published>2011-12-15T09:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:38:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintenance for blog's layout changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as expected, problem solved but things are still&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; awkward&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it wasnt &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;awkward before but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the new year, i think im gonna change this blog's layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so im not gonna post anything until i've finished with my new layou&lt;i&gt;t [to remind my lazy ass that i really need to change this old boring layout of mine]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im still thinking whether i should go or not this&lt;b&gt; Saturday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not gonna tell you what because im not gonna expect anything good :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see you later after my new blog layout &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;muah muah. &lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-8011631541100041617?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/8011631541100041617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=8011631541100041617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8011631541100041617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/8011631541100041617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/maintenance-for-blogs-layout-changing.html' title='Maintenance for blog&apos;s layout changing.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3738772575613115993</id><published>2011-12-13T23:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:38:39.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you think that an apologize is enough, SCREW YOUR BRAIN. fix it and never come back again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello there. yeah, it's me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the previous post is a short post but i changed my mind and decided to do&lt;b&gt; a longer post&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are&lt;b&gt; lots of thoughts&lt;/b&gt; that i need to release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first of all, it's about &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that's living in my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;d'you still remember that last year she&lt;b&gt; uninstalled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The Sims 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that she installed because she saw me playing that game and she dont want me to play&lt;b&gt; 'HER' &lt;/b&gt;game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now she's playing all of the games that i installed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a bitch, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to say that to her face but if i do, a big war will start and my parents will&lt;b&gt; back her up&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[dont deny it. they ALWAYS do]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate it that every single morning or afternoon or everytime she's not sleeping, she'll play some &lt;b&gt;ugly&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b&gt; disturbing songs&lt;/b&gt; with a high volume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was like,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Shut up bitch. All of your songs are ugly. Shuffle songs? Puh-lease. So out of trend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she gets&lt;b&gt; excited&lt;/b&gt; everytime the guys who went to the little shop was trying to&lt;b&gt; hook up&lt;/b&gt; on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she'll make an&lt;b&gt; utterly fake voice&lt;/b&gt; that she thought was cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bitch, again,&lt;i&gt; puh-lease&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you know&lt;b&gt; the sound of&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;a car screeching&lt;/b&gt;? that's how your fake voice is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so she went &lt;i&gt;HEHEHE &lt;/i&gt;with those guys and yucks! how gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to get attention by faking your personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;puh-lease! you're not that soft, bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those guys also have been trying to hook up on me but i completely &lt;b&gt;IGNORED&lt;/b&gt; them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what? that's&lt;b&gt; the first time&lt;/b&gt; for guys to flirt with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pfffttt. pardon me, that's &lt;b&gt;my lovely ass&lt;/b&gt; trying to kiss your lovely mouth so you'll &lt;b&gt;shut up&lt;/b&gt; and stop that annoying voice of yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;second of all,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i am ANGRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are lots of things to be angry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you've read my previous previous post, they were all about &lt;i&gt;sad, emo, depressed things&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i&lt;b&gt; WAS&lt;/b&gt; sad about it and now im &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in fact, i am mad, angry and in fury.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean like, who are you to freely come into my life and go away after a short time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; you're NOBODY to do that.&lt;br /&gt;nobody are allowed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this time, there's &lt;b&gt;no way &lt;/b&gt;im gonna forgive you and let you back in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay i know, i know,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; we must forgive people so that we'll be forgiven too&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just need TIME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need time to forget all of those things and create a &lt;b&gt;positive t&lt;/b&gt;hinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but keep in mind that time heals but&lt;b&gt; the scars are still there&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you're so CONFUSING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;dont &lt;/b&gt;even know what you're thinking or what you're doing and what are the &lt;b&gt;reasons&lt;/b&gt; behind all of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont apologize to me like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i dont like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you're INSINCERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you think that just by apologizing is enough, &lt;b&gt;SCREW YOUR BRAIN&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's NOT enough and NEVER enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you're just apologizing out of pity, i &lt;b&gt;DONT&lt;/b&gt; need your pity at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am still fine, still leading an awesome life as ever&lt;i&gt; [as if]&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're really sorry, then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SHOW&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PROVE it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want the truth and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why would you do that and then come back again apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i dont know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;change this subject!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lunar Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;10th December&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost everyone was talking about it and was damn excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was excited only because i thought when the eclipse occurs, we can only see the circle around the moon -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Lunar Eclipse was...... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;normal &lt;/span&gt;and the only exciting thing was, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;reddish orange &lt;/span&gt;in colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was the time when&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jacob&lt;/span&gt; cant help himself and turned into a werewolf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he came into my bedroom asking for shelter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes it was very romantic, that's very nice of you, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i browsed what&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lunar Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; looked like in some other countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here it goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 699px;" src="http://www.cloudbait.com/gallery/planets/15877_1320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[beautiful scenery with the frozen lake]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 473px; height: 710px;" src="http://asterisk.apod.com/download/file.php?id=5540&amp;amp;mode=view" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i love this scenery the most]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 465px; height: 695px;" src="http://www.emilivanov.com/Other_Images/2011_12_10_Eclipse_1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[imagine you were on the Titanic while watching this beautiful moon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you realise that they get to see a better view of Lunar Eclipse than in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;in Malaysia, we can only see the Lunar Eclipse from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a far distance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;umhh, talking about this thing is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during that Lunar Eclipse occured, me and Lowong climbed our front porch's roof.&lt;br /&gt;it was a dumb thing to do but it was fun being outside.&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid of the height so i just sat and Lowong was being stupid by standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLr63nLoKRY/TugYaRSwYCI/AAAAAAAAEME/BoYxiwJDHPY/s1600/PC102592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLr63nLoKRY/TugYaRSwYCI/AAAAAAAAEME/BoYxiwJDHPY/s400/PC102592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685821369152987170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yes, my arms are getting bigger and my hair is getting longer and yes that's the birds' shits]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cov0S4eb6Rc/TugYaJgzYQI/AAAAAAAAEL0/E4ZclosCoQ0/s1600/PC102601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cov0S4eb6Rc/TugYaJgzYQI/AAAAAAAAEL0/E4ZclosCoQ0/s400/PC102601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685821367064420610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lowong who stand with the mightiness. lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdeMTNGvlrY/TugYZZzEqII/AAAAAAAAELU/b6GMZAQKMr4/s1600/PC102572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XdeMTNGvlrY/TugYZZzEqII/AAAAAAAAELU/b6GMZAQKMr4/s400/PC102572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685821354256148610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[it was reddish orange as you can see. and bright as hell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgXgAETvJk/TugYZfn0gtI/AAAAAAAAELg/EUj_8PKraXk/s1600/PC102580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wcgXgAETvJk/TugYZfn0gtI/AAAAAAAAELg/EUj_8PKraXk/s400/PC102580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685821355819565778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u54G04Eud9E/TugYZ57zO9I/AAAAAAAAELs/05qmYlr9Jxk/s1600/PC102586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u54G04Eud9E/TugYZ57zO9I/AAAAAAAAELs/05qmYlr9Jxk/s400/PC102586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685821362882690002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[should've bought a DSLR :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-3738772575613115993?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3738772575613115993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3738772575613115993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3738772575613115993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3738772575613115993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-you-think-that-apologize-is-enough.html' title='if you think that an apologize is enough, SCREW YOUR BRAIN. fix it and never come back again!'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vLr63nLoKRY/TugYaRSwYCI/AAAAAAAAEME/BoYxiwJDHPY/s72-c/PC102592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-6196623283150424400</id><published>2011-12-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T23:18:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short blog update - i wont let you anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eat all of those shits that you've shitted on my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[even though i do a little&lt;/i&gt; - but that's not the point!&lt;i&gt;]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wont let anyone else get back in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WONT AND I DONT WANT TO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this will be the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wont let you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-6196623283150424400?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/6196623283150424400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=6196623283150424400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/6196623283150424400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/6196623283150424400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/short-blog-update-i-wont-let-you.html' title='short blog update - i wont let you anymore.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-2753906444456543909</id><published>2011-12-12T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:07:02.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something very heart-breaking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was about to blog about the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lunar Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; but i found out something very very....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said that the previous post is gonna be the last time i will talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i keep on thinking about this matter like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought everything was only my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; imagination&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that everything was gonna get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; and eventually everything will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i figured out something&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; very heart-breaking&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself that it's okay, nevermind, i'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;that i believe everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is saddening please dont read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling all of those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motivational things&lt;/span&gt; to myself.&lt;br /&gt;things that i would give as an advice for the people who needs it.&lt;br /&gt;i cant deny the fact that me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; myself,&lt;/span&gt; cant eat my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep telling myself that i am stronger than this.&lt;br /&gt;i can be strong even if i am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humans are fragile. vulnerable. easy to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the only solution to release all of these heart-breaking thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart-breaking facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still put up a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL YEAH I AM BETTER THAN THIS! HA-HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be able to torn me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'll never be able to......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-2753906444456543909?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/2753906444456543909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=2753906444456543909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2753906444456543909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2753906444456543909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-very-heart-breaking.html' title='something very heart-breaking.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7576937724156406096</id><published>2011-12-06T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T23:16:14.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fur elise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1gLWGKrh8/Tt4u9UMh4zI/AAAAAAAAEKk/x4Tu9bCNM_w/s1600/PC062514.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1gLWGKrh8/Tt4u9UMh4zI/AAAAAAAAEKk/x4Tu9bCNM_w/s400/PC062514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683031410716304178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the scenery in my bedroom was so damn nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the piano songs&lt;b&gt; inspired&lt;/b&gt; me to draw &lt;i&gt;something inspirational&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i decided to draw &lt;b&gt;roses&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-zPn7SUyQ0/Tt4u9yfljLI/AAAAAAAAEK8/1TgVz2wzwOs/s1600/PC062526.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-zPn7SUyQ0/Tt4u9yfljLI/AAAAAAAAEK8/1TgVz2wzwOs/s400/PC062526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683031418849299634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this angle of camera makes my drawing looked compressed]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, i drew all of them by myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lowong can't believe that i drew them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll take that as a compliment though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEE8ILMRhtg/Tt4u-L9D6xI/AAAAAAAAELI/-PW6-uaAORs/s1600/PC062527.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEE8ILMRhtg/Tt4u-L9D6xI/AAAAAAAAELI/-PW6-uaAORs/s400/PC062527.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683031425683811090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i named this drawing as &lt;b&gt;Fur Elise&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do you know what does it means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it means, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For Elisa"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, im not giving this drawing for any&lt;b&gt; Elisa &lt;/b&gt;but it's just as an&lt;b&gt; indicatio&lt;/b&gt;n that im drawing this for somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;You cant see me.....&lt;br /&gt;But I'm watching you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKCLuBjAk6s/Tt4u9qNWtKI/AAAAAAAAEKs/L8W8ppRgJlE/s1600/PC062520.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKCLuBjAk6s/Tt4u9qNWtKI/AAAAAAAAEKs/L8W8ppRgJlE/s400/PC062520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683031416625345698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[copyrighted by me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was thinking about giving this drawing to&lt;i&gt; a particular person&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i changed my mind anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7576937724156406096?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7576937724156406096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7576937724156406096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7576937724156406096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7576937724156406096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/roses-piano-songs.html' title='fur elise.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Au1gLWGKrh8/Tt4u9UMh4zI/AAAAAAAAEKk/x4Tu9bCNM_w/s72-c/PC062514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-4994021670454110297</id><published>2011-12-05T19:06:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:18:56.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decorating my bedroom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;[i drafted this last night and posted it today]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday&lt;b&gt; Lowong &lt;/b&gt;didn't come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today, she didn't come back home too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which means, tonight is the &lt;b&gt;FOURTH&lt;/b&gt; night im gonna sleep alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another sleepless night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been watching&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; suspense horror movies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plus, last night &lt;b&gt;Billy&lt;/b&gt; was trying to scare the hell out of me by saying &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Hey when I came over to your house just now, I heard some weird voices outside your house near the chicken's coop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that really&lt;b&gt; CREEPED the hell out of me &lt;/b&gt;since i was in my bedroom [Lowong's bedroom actually] and i was in the dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a really&lt;b&gt; tough time &lt;/b&gt;trying to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh and now look who just came back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the Lowong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i ain't gonna open the door for her so she'll need to go through this little shop first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;serves her right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MUAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;look's like it's not gonna be another sleepless night and i am surely gonna watch lots of horror movies tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been witnessing lots of wonderful things lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the camera is nowhere to be found&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so i couldn't take any pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need to tell you that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowong's bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;which are for their experiments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are still alive&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, the rest of them are dead but there's this&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one bug&lt;/span&gt; who miraculously survived and ate the head of the other bugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8aWEag61A/Tt291xDcQmI/AAAAAAAAEFI/gnYKHywba2U/s1600/PC052453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8aWEag61A/Tt291xDcQmI/AAAAAAAAEFI/gnYKHywba2U/s400/PC052453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682907036209922658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[found the camera and took this picture this morning]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFw7LpuDGlM/Tt292GBvQ9I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/RXR9pHnSbDY/s1600/PC052455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFw7LpuDGlM/Tt292GBvQ9I/AAAAAAAAEFQ/RXR9pHnSbDY/s400/PC052455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682907041839924178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mind you, they're a REAL one]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BO4Jb85FfE/Tt292Wd3dMI/AAAAAAAAEFg/hi04EESSpfo/s1600/PC052456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--BO4Jb85FfE/Tt292Wd3dMI/AAAAAAAAEFg/hi04EESSpfo/s400/PC052456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682907046252868802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the only bug who miraculously survived and ate its comrade's head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to talk about these bugs anymore so let's talk about what i've been up to lately.&lt;br /&gt;if you follow me on my&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/FeodoraGrace"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you'll know that recently &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've been decorating my room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i finally have the motivation to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i decorated my door.&lt;br /&gt;that's the first step in decorating a bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbh1b3dUus/Tt2_t45vGvI/AAAAAAAAEHA/i4GQY_MnqXU/s1600/PC062490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfbh1b3dUus/Tt2_t45vGvI/AAAAAAAAEHA/i4GQY_MnqXU/s400/PC062490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909099901000434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[recognize the ribbons? im creative admit it haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9oWqvK1ic4/Tt2_t7cu7jI/AAAAAAAAEHM/CmIwZHEgohg/s1600/PC062491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9oWqvK1ic4/Tt2_t7cu7jI/AAAAAAAAEHM/CmIwZHEgohg/s400/PC062491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909100584660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i hope my mom will understand this since she always burst into my bedroom]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, my table and the bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtO1xQhZkhk/Tt3G4gYvS3I/AAAAAAAAEKM/oMBRpcTkeAs/s1600/PC062475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wtO1xQhZkhk/Tt3G4gYvS3I/AAAAAAAAEKM/oMBRpcTkeAs/s400/PC062475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682916978880105330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlC7KaVaZac/Tt2--uzKRZI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/CyxNGF_zbQc/s1600/PC062476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlC7KaVaZac/Tt2--uzKRZI/AAAAAAAAEGQ/CyxNGF_zbQc/s400/PC062476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682908289735214482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgCT6qowDNk/Tt2_AGm3XFI/AAAAAAAAEGc/PCT-L_W5M6c/s1600/PC062480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dgCT6qowDNk/Tt2_AGm3XFI/AAAAAAAAEGc/PCT-L_W5M6c/s400/PC062480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682908313305963602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[simple yet comfortable]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've also been trying to fill in my wardrobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want it to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 100% full &lt;/span&gt;but it's only like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt; full since i could still move the hangers around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need to buy some things to fill the empty spaces on the wall though.&lt;br /&gt;i need more pillows.&lt;br /&gt;four pillows and three blankets are still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuiuvvR_sz0/Tt2_AdjXICI/AAAAAAAAEGo/Ja6DGWAwfuY/s1600/PC062483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zuiuvvR_sz0/Tt2_AdjXICI/AAAAAAAAEGo/Ja6DGWAwfuY/s400/PC062483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682908319465283618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i put away the makeups that i rarely use]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i make the bed, sweep the floor, and such things like that.&lt;br /&gt;finally, i took random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i love taking pictures but i dont own a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt; so i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really like to take photos infront of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cKTFayfc9I/Tt2_A9_EvzI/AAAAAAAAEGw/VGaBUOYuIOs/s1600/PC062489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cKTFayfc9I/Tt2_A9_EvzI/AAAAAAAAEGw/VGaBUOYuIOs/s400/PC062489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682908328171454258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my bedroom is the first one to witness the sunset]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4F6CvCMpT4/Tt2_ulbqDsI/AAAAAAAAEHY/twzFhY0riPA/s1600/PC062493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4F6CvCMpT4/Tt2_ulbqDsI/AAAAAAAAEHY/twzFhY0riPA/s400/PC062493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909111854436034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[outside my window. rambutans yumyum :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmabiPpOTwQ/Tt2_vFd_0WI/AAAAAAAAEHk/X3EmpMfx9Eo/s1600/PC062494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmabiPpOTwQ/Tt2_vFd_0WI/AAAAAAAAEHk/X3EmpMfx9Eo/s400/PC062494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909120454185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[mangoes yumyum]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to climb the tree and pick those mangoes but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; im still a girl &lt;/span&gt;and if people or cars pass me by, surely they'll&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be like&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; what the hell is that girl doing above there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAv3qlXAMLs/Tt2_vafGbeI/AAAAAAAAEH0/QYG6NLgixR8/s1600/PC062495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAv3qlXAMLs/Tt2_vafGbeI/AAAAAAAAEH0/QYG6NLgixR8/s400/PC062495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909126095957474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i really looked like a stalker by taking pictures over a distance like this.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my room, i went to look over my old things.&lt;br /&gt;they gave me this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nostalgia feeling&lt;/span&gt; and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i love browsing through my old pictures and old things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nvHLDWwy8c/Tt293G58tOI/AAAAAAAAEF0/8wb7E4H_vGs/s1600/PC062471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_nvHLDWwy8c/Tt293G58tOI/AAAAAAAAEF0/8wb7E4H_vGs/s400/PC062471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682907059255555298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MOST beloved&lt;/span&gt; guitar picks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; both of these guitar picks are missing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will surely be sad all the time and will not live a life anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you might say that im stupid because i could still buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;but you're totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt; because both of these guitar picks are given by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so they're very very very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's the very first time&lt;/span&gt; a person gave me guitar picks as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;even though they're just picks, but.......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bah! enough with my stupid ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is, i would never ever lend these guitar picks to anyone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. MUAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i browsed through my bookshelves and i found some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMR paper&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;there were some doodles that i drew as i waited for the time to pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tbxDfm_yXY/Tt3BPqSi9tI/AAAAAAAAEJs/KmUGZFc1uzw/s1600/PC062509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tbxDfm_yXY/Tt3BPqSi9tI/AAAAAAAAEJs/KmUGZFc1uzw/s400/PC062509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682910779605710546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzt1EO0wPI/Tt3BPThOdgI/AAAAAAAAEJc/fpqSvGHc3vY/s1600/PC062508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lQzt1EO0wPI/Tt3BPThOdgI/AAAAAAAAEJc/fpqSvGHc3vY/s400/PC062508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682910773493265922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uZ8eH4nmIM/Tt3BO3I3aeI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/21k7LcpQc0M/s1600/PC062507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7uZ8eH4nmIM/Tt3BO3I3aeI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/21k7LcpQc0M/s400/PC062507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682910765874899426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyDTxhAMVnE/Tt3BOuN7VaI/AAAAAAAAEJA/849JMGbw_10/s1600/PC062506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyDTxhAMVnE/Tt3BOuN7VaI/AAAAAAAAEJA/849JMGbw_10/s400/PC062506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682910763480208802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1h7pPzXKu8/Tt3BObwGQ_I/AAAAAAAAEI4/WqOM7OUdSOo/s1600/PC062505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w1h7pPzXKu8/Tt3BObwGQ_I/AAAAAAAAEI4/WqOM7OUdSOo/s400/PC062505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682910758523257842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I26ZcxRBLjs/Tt3AiUrdIeI/AAAAAAAAEIs/6dUyebN822w/s1600/PC062503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I26ZcxRBLjs/Tt3AiUrdIeI/AAAAAAAAEIs/6dUyebN822w/s400/PC062503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682910000710492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember my magic book which is the Science reference book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVYldI9R2vA/Tt3AhfHb72I/AAAAAAAAEH8/Kfa8ebvqrpY/s1600/PC062498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVYldI9R2vA/Tt3AhfHb72I/AAAAAAAAEH8/Kfa8ebvqrpY/s400/PC062498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909986332340066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[these are the motivational quotes that i made by myself]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwD0BNTEAn8/Tt3AhgqMuQI/AAAAAAAAEIE/DZwxh1_3-7c/s1600/PC062499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwD0BNTEAn8/Tt3AhgqMuQI/AAAAAAAAEIE/DZwxh1_3-7c/s400/PC062499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909986746579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[these are actually bookmarks for every Science topic that i've studied]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PhOQltbats/Tt3AiJ7bw_I/AAAAAAAAEIg/tT1RcKbE5oU/s1600/PC062500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0PhOQltbats/Tt3AiJ7bw_I/AAAAAAAAEIg/tT1RcKbE5oU/s400/PC062500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909997824721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i studied every topics of Form 1, Form 2, and Form 3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0pzjb6Qzy0/Tt3AhthCUjI/AAAAAAAAEIY/8CinUq_YSiw/s1600/PC062501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g0pzjb6Qzy0/Tt3AhthCUjI/AAAAAAAAEIY/8CinUq_YSiw/s400/PC062501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682909990197809714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i worked hard for a better result okay. i really do]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfuxwDlxeYE/Tt292g9WxuI/AAAAAAAAEFs/5RjrmR4y7xs/s1600/PC062468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jfuxwDlxeYE/Tt292g9WxuI/AAAAAAAAEFs/5RjrmR4y7xs/s400/PC062468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682907049069299426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my phone's screensaver. if you get what this picture means]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQxiLeHBzUA/Tt3EQ7ZXcAI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/hSaDtobUEE0/s1600/PC062510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQxiLeHBzUA/Tt3EQ7ZXcAI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/hSaDtobUEE0/s400/PC062510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682914099912470530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i still have plenty of those tickets. only 70 people came but i made more than 80]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7NrEl0PrKk/Tt3EREEIdGI/AAAAAAAAEKA/3a5m_eGzWGo/s1600/PC062511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7NrEl0PrKk/Tt3EREEIdGI/AAAAAAAAEKA/3a5m_eGzWGo/s400/PC062511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682914102239327330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i need to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday of yesterday of yesterday's night, i went to&lt;a href="http://www.omegle.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Omegle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;because i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;soon, i was chatting with an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; American guy&lt;/span&gt; named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chatted for like hours and finally i decided to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;he quickly asked me to show him a picture of me and he'll show me a picture of his.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i thought his face was ugly but actually......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-br_l9emPrvs/Tt3G43Zvo1I/AAAAAAAAEKY/7J1FJHJ2efo/s1600/sUQLYK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-br_l9emPrvs/Tt3G43Zvo1I/AAAAAAAAEKY/7J1FJHJ2efo/s400/sUQLYK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682916985058337618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE'S CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*nosebleed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged our emails and i found his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;[im not being a creepy stalker or anything]&lt;br /&gt;on his Facebook, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's even much more handsome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said i should download &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YM&lt;/span&gt; and we should chat.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna download it and chat with him like everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-4994021670454110297?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/4994021670454110297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=4994021670454110297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/4994021670454110297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/4994021670454110297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/decorating-my-bedroom.html' title='decorating my bedroom.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tR8aWEag61A/Tt291xDcQmI/AAAAAAAAEFI/gnYKHywba2U/s72-c/PC052453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-1292322591049176198</id><published>2011-12-04T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:16:51.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's too silent for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's the&lt;b&gt; third night&lt;/b&gt; im spending my time alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no intention of sleeping tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's too silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've always loved this peacefulness but something's just not right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is it loneliness?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if yes, then when will this feeling stop?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been enduring this for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i've got used to it that i've&lt;b&gt; forgotten&lt;/b&gt; about it up until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i just realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b&gt; how&lt;/b&gt; are the main questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though nobody could ever answer it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-1292322591049176198?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/1292322591049176198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=1292322591049176198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1292322591049176198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/1292322591049176198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-too-silent-for-me.html' title='it&apos;s too silent for me.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3488443883584006642</id><published>2011-12-04T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:24:04.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today is my lazy day and there's nothing you can do about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be honest, i dont even know what is the date today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i know is, today's&lt;b&gt; Sunday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's not because i looked at the calendar but it's because i just cancelled the&lt;b&gt; Bible Study&lt;/b&gt; yesterday regarding that &lt;b&gt;Lowong&lt;/b&gt;'s gonna sleep over her friend's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which left me&lt;b&gt; TWO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;freaking &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NIGHTS &lt;/b&gt;sleeping alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tried hard to sleep though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the end, i decided to sleep&lt;b&gt; earlier&lt;/b&gt; than my parents so that if &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ever try to pull me out from the bed, they'll hear my scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;survived&lt;/b&gt; the other night by texting with &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Marling&lt;/b&gt; until i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i owe him a big one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ONE MONTH LEFT BEFORE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last year, holiday seemed so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year, holiday is terribly &lt;b&gt;SHORT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; afternoon~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's cloudy as if it's going to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont feel like i want to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just want to stay on this&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; comfy couch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and sleep in the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a perfect weather to be emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[HAHAHA]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finally managed to borrow books from the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tried to finish my&lt;i&gt; old unfinished vampiric novel&lt;/i&gt; at the library but i failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because there were people who kept on&lt;b&gt; bothering&lt;/b&gt; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for example, there was this &lt;b&gt;man &lt;/b&gt;suddenly sat&lt;b&gt; at my table&lt;/b&gt;, infront of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know, i was like &lt;i&gt;what the heck is wrong with you? this is my territory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but im not that cruel to&lt;b&gt; shoo&lt;/b&gt; him since he's not rude with me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i let him be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[i changed my table after his friend came along to sit at my table too]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, my dad made me sang a song and he &lt;b&gt;recorded &lt;/b&gt;it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now he's playing it over and over and over again to adjust the equilizer&lt;i&gt; such things like that&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my voice still sucks just like usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i dont feel like going to bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's &lt;b&gt;too cold&lt;/b&gt; even though it's afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;im not meant to be a girl, trust me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont worry, i am still hygenic as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just that&lt;b&gt; today is my lazy day&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah let's just hope that my butt wont get bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dreams are super weird lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last night i dreamed about&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hibari Kyouya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i have a big crush over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*denying the fact that he's just an anime guy*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the other hand, i just wanna tell my blog that whenever i saw his name, i'll get &lt;b&gt;goosebumps&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i dont even know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the only thing that i'll keep in my mind is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everytime you search for me, i WON'T be there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wont even bother to search for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been through&lt;b&gt; rough times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; alone&lt;/i&gt; and ... whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-3488443883584006642?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/3488443883584006642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=3488443883584006642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3488443883584006642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/3488443883584006642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-is-my-lazy-day-and-theres-nothing.html' title='today is my lazy day and there&apos;s nothing you can do about it.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-716115431916689611</id><published>2011-12-02T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:26:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rude old librarian man - pissed the hell out of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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WiFi counter&lt;/span&gt; with an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; abnormal snort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being rude but I wonder do you have any disease that’ll make you snort everytime you talk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This library told us to register at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WiFi counter &lt;/span&gt;before we could use the WiFi.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the WiFi was closed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;temporarily&lt;/span&gt; but I wanted to register right now so that I don’t need to go through&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; any trouble &lt;/span&gt;with registration later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;the only thing that I want to say is, that old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; man is really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;he tried to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humiliate &lt;/span&gt;me and ARGHTTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;  I want to complain about you, little old snorty man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; line-height: normal;" align="center"&gt;Here’s the story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Boleh kaitu kalau sa register WiFi awal-awal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Him : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snort* &lt;/span&gt;Hah? Register WiFi awal-awal?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *snort*&lt;/span&gt; Apa maksud ko tu register WiFi awal-awal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saya mau register WiFi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Him :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sarcastic smile*&lt;/span&gt; Register….. WiFi….. Awal….. Awal…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bukan kalau sebelum guna WiFi mesti register ka? Sa mau register awal-awal la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Him :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*points to the sign saying “WiFi Closed” * *snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yala, tapi sa mau register awal-awal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Him :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snort* *points to the sign again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE WAY HE TALKED WAS VERY RUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PLUS, THERE’S A GUY AT THE COUNTER LISTENING TO OUR CONVERSATION WHILE SMILING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; AND HE LOOKED AT ME AS IF HE PITY ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BITCH, THERE’S NOTHING FOR YOU TO PITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;by the time that old man want to say something again, I gave him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an evil stare&lt;/span&gt; and while he was talking,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I walked away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he didn’t get to finish his sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serves you right, bastard.&lt;br /&gt;that’s what you get from being rude to me.&lt;br /&gt;be rude and I’ll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a bitch that you wish you would never meet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;saya masih geram dan ingin melepaskan segala rasa malu tadi.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;so im wearing a big headphone right now and am listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hardcore songs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;whenever im angry but I cant do anything, I’ll listen to hardcore and metal songs and it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; helps me&lt;/span&gt; to release my anger a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;tidak beradab betul oh.&lt;br /&gt;suda la ada abnormal non-stop snort snort.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why cant I register the WiFi if the WiFi is closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have the library card that you wanted afterall.&lt;br /&gt;so you could just write&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my name and the number of my IC&lt;/span&gt; and register it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how can an old man like you be this !@#$%^&amp;amp;*() ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snort snort*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat your snort snort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet your children are tired of your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarcastic snort snort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day they’ll run away from home because they cant stand with your snort snort.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jadi kau pikir kau librarian, kau bole jadi kurang adab dan tidak sopan la?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH and EXPLAIN me why in the hell I cant register earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT WITH POINTING YOUR FINGER TO THE UGLY SIGN AND SMILE HIDEOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;don’t you know that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; your salary &lt;/span&gt;is our money?&lt;br /&gt;we pay for the librarian card so you should at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respect &lt;/span&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;talk with us nicely and not smile sarcastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you think your act is professional enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re an old man, for heaven’s sake.&lt;br /&gt;if your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; snort snort&lt;/span&gt; is preventing you from talking, then there’s no need to repeat my words sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid, biatch.&lt;br /&gt;you’re the one who’s in a problem here for not working&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; professionally &lt;/span&gt;and for not using your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brain&lt;/span&gt; to register your customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; that doesn’t mean that I hate this beloved library&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;instead, I love this library.&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my whole day in it because there were lots of dead woods, which are books.&lt;br /&gt;inspiring books and currently I am immersed in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vampiric books&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;last but not the least,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YOU ARE RUDE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you should do your job properly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-716115431916689611?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/716115431916689611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=716115431916689611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/716115431916689611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/716115431916689611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/12/rude-old-librarian-man-pissed-hell-out.html' title='rude old librarian man - pissed the hell out of me.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-7595628797219375629</id><published>2011-11-29T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:57:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my left eye is red and now im a vampire - Feorin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been infront of the screen &lt;b&gt;24/7&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the result is, my left eye becomes &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now im feeling super&lt;b&gt; dizzy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the air is&lt;b&gt; hot&lt;/b&gt; and it feels like there's no space for me to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im tired and i need to sleep but there's&lt;b&gt; no&lt;/b&gt; place for me to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think im going to&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; fall sick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hate this holiday the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've got completely&lt;b&gt; nothing &lt;/b&gt;to do except being infront of the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels like im in a &lt;b&gt;cage&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is&lt;b&gt; not&lt;/b&gt; the freedom that i've always wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VtFgs42s6A/TtSPhufZdmI/AAAAAAAAEE8/b9xuZJNwRyo/s1600/sasasa.png" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VtFgs42s6A/TtSPhufZdmI/AAAAAAAAEE8/b9xuZJNwRyo/s400/sasasa.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680322839599216226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this is my main family's Facebook]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the thing is, how in the hell did they find my page?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;are they reading my blog?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if yes, then i think i'll be&lt;b&gt; judged &lt;/b&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;humans have no rights to judge humans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since im getting like really dizzy right now, i'll stop my rantings here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-7595628797219375629?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/7595628797219375629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=7595628797219375629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7595628797219375629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/7595628797219375629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-left-eye-is-red-and-now-im-vampire.html' title='my left eye is red and now im a vampire - Feorin'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_VtFgs42s6A/TtSPhufZdmI/AAAAAAAAEE8/b9xuZJNwRyo/s72-c/sasasa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-2954692392342119700</id><published>2011-11-28T16:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:42:03.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am one of the Vongola Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finished watching&lt;b&gt; Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn&lt;/b&gt; in less than one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with that, i am super sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everytime i finished watching an anime, i'll feel&lt;i&gt; empty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's like i dont want it to finish but i want to see the happy ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i am all &lt;b&gt;sad&lt;/b&gt; right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my holiday is completely&lt;b&gt; meaningless&lt;/b&gt; because im too addicted with that anime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i even considered myself as one of the&lt;b&gt; Vongola Family&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[if you haven't watch the anime yet, you wouldn't know what im talking about]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKuCN255U2k/TtNgjApS6KI/AAAAAAAAED8/pgmzsa7Hyzk/s1600/Aye%2B%25284%2529.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKuCN255U2k/TtNgjApS6KI/AAAAAAAAED8/pgmzsa7Hyzk/s400/Aye%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679989709629221026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this is my new territory. beautiful scenery]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yc3fbYbWjVA/TtNgjerRsAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/gicC7ebDiw0/s1600/Aye%2B%25286%2529.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yc3fbYbWjVA/TtNgjerRsAI/AAAAAAAAEEE/gicC7ebDiw0/s400/Aye%2B%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679989717690593282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[i am officially one of the Vongola Family]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another wasted day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all i remember about today is i woke up and im gonna go to sleep later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, i made a cosplay yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i saw&lt;b&gt; Lowong's&lt;/b&gt; "experiment coat".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i tried it on and i looked like a freaking &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;scientist/doctor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kZrK1E57M/TtNhkDJFhnI/AAAAAAAAEEY/OEiGNM2ifhg/s1600/PB272320.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1kZrK1E57M/TtNhkDJFhnI/AAAAAAAAEEY/OEiGNM2ifhg/s400/PB272320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679990826990929522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i looked more &lt;b&gt;mature&lt;/b&gt; like that but there's one thing that i forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[i realised that i forgot about it just now]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIspko6siq4/TtNjp-apFOI/AAAAAAAAEEw/uoG8EWWmzU0/s1600/Snapshot_20111128_5.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIspko6siq4/TtNjp-apFOI/AAAAAAAAEEw/uoG8EWWmzU0/s400/Snapshot_20111128_5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679993127824856290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[if you happen to see the bottles behind me, i didnt drink them ok]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mind you, this one is a&lt;b&gt; real thing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's my aunt's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah, she's a doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Luo1THJGoW8/TtNjphtD8hI/AAAAAAAAEEk/5l1PE59FMGc/s1600/Snapshot_20111128_3.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Luo1THJGoW8/TtNjphtD8hI/AAAAAAAAEEk/5l1PE59FMGc/s400/Snapshot_20111128_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679993120117486098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really could hear my&lt;b&gt; heartbeats&lt;/b&gt; but that thing [i dont know its name] is&lt;b&gt; very&lt;/b&gt; tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you wear it, your ears will be somewhat&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; gripped tightly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know that i could easily replace you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but you should really be grateful because the fact is, i didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/649921120532884200-2954692392342119700?l=weirdgirl96.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/feeds/2954692392342119700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=649921120532884200&amp;postID=2954692392342119700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2954692392342119700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/649921120532884200/posts/default/2954692392342119700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weirdgirl96.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-one-of-vongola-family.html' title='i am one of the Vongola Family.'/><author><name>Feodora Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02399718317752927790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvJdshke-Sk/TeW3I9mRdKI/AAAAAAAACOU/_DF_z8T7hhg/s220/P5208127.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xKuCN255U2k/TtNgjApS6KI/AAAAAAAAED8/pgmzsa7Hyzk/s72-c/Aye%2B%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-649921120532884200.post-3142656425453282898</id><published>2011-11-27T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:15:41.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another complain for a hideous SECURITY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my blog has turned into somewhat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a ranting and complaining blog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it should be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; an inspiring blog&lt;/span&gt; too all of the teenagers out there but....&lt;br /&gt;anyway! im gonna tell you how depressing my morning for today is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i went to sleep at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12AM&lt;/span&gt; and woke up at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10AM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;overall, i slept for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10 hours&lt;/span&gt; and my head is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; dizzy&lt;/span&gt; as hell.&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason of why im in such a bad mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to take a bath and asked my mom to send me to the library.&lt;br /&gt;she did. but with some conditions that i wont bother telling you.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i arrived at there, hoping that i'll found my peace there, as i tried to open the door,&lt;br /&gt;there was a hideous sign &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"CLOSED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, bitch? really?&lt;br /&gt;why the library is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOSED&lt;/span&gt; when today's not a holiday for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly called my mom and she told me to walk to her place, which was near the main road.&lt;br /&gt;i was sweating, the Sun was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blazing&lt;/span&gt; through my skin and now im a happy black girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was walking, there's this one&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hideous security&lt;/span&gt; was trying to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; harass me sexually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he's getting on my nerves, plus i was in a very bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;so i scold him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; "Pengawal pun mau mengurat ka?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his face has turned somewhat&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sour&lt;/span&gt; but he forced a smile.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't satisfied yet so i said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Buat kerja tu bagus-bagus. Kau fikir ko kena bagi gaji untuk 
