<?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-7335075925336221874</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:51:58.237-07:00</updated><category term='I can fix it'/><category term='When reality crash into the floor'/><title type='text'>Queen J</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6090565775454157523</id><published>2009-11-12T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:14:17.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is really awesome after Os is over. Practically a whole new beginning. &lt;strong&gt;One short summary of the past&lt;/strong&gt;: It indeed changed my perspective towards life, and most importantly, world. Theres up and downs throughout these 5 years, it ain't easy to pass each day without having to worry abt my uniform. Fights and quarrels are the basic necessity of our lives, but one disadvantaged to that is, some never learn. At the end of the day, we didnt really leave with smiles on each other faces, some just leave with &lt;em&gt;'Well never see each other again, Goodbye, but thank you for the mmrs'&lt;/em&gt; at least, I felt that way. Put things in a softer way, well, I really apreciate L,E,R,N,J,K for appearing in my life, but turns got a huge turn, I love your company because laughters and joy are always there. However, Im pretty sure we all want out own way nobody wish to look back or reclaim anything, Im gonna miss you guys. But.. things are better, the way they are now. One thing sure pricks is when we walked pass each other, despite knowing for so long, thin line between strangers and friends dont even exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella, Jo and Dora hope you guys are having fun now. I really wish F drama will be suspended because we all want our lives to be like birds. Haha anyw, You guys are really awesome. Ive never been to a group whereby there is no bitching or unhappiness against each other, these few months, we never bicker at all or have any grudges against each other. I really enjoyed our own world of gossips and everything, people think we're loser but at least one thing is, we have each other on our backs. One thing is, me and bells wont gang up against jo and dora, vice versa. Its hard to come to a clique with such peaceful atmosphere. Thanks bells and Jo for waking me up when theres exams, its really a great help otherwise Ill be snoring away when people are having exams. :) At least, we are happy together. :) Love you guys long long time. I got a lot of things to write but then my eyes gonna one line alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tmrw Genting with family and J. I cant wait, its gonna be fun. These few months Ive been pretty much neglecting J, but Im still very thankful to have him in my life because whenever Im kek with geog or any subject, he never failed to be there to listen to my radio and also never fail to send me home after my study sessions. :) Its really sweet to have someone like that in your life, loving you no matter what despite of yr nasty temper or your shortcomings. But of cos I dont get petty over every little things right. I really love You J. You changed me, because I wanna be a better person because of You. Thank you for being such a patient and tolerant bf, theres more than numbers can count the number of reasons why I treasure you. Maybe this kind of small msg is what many girls will write for Idontknowwhat reasons, show off or whatsoever but my main point is to let you know that some times its more sincere if you write it worldwide. These 5 months is considered smooth sailing for us, I know at times you wish to throw me off the building, I know at times my words really crossed your line, but You didnt tell me off or scold me, you really amaze me and at the same time make me feel extremely guilty. I need to stop praising you. I am a wonderful girlfriend as well, but words cannot finish explaining all, another time, Ill use a 3 hrs long time to blog abt me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting in 7 more hours time! But Ill be up there earlier, you know how earlier is earlier? Like 7 hrs earlier than him? I can count clouds up there waiting for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6090565775454157523?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6090565775454157523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6090565775454157523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-really-awesome-after-os-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1399836931233214974</id><published>2009-09-14T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:50:21.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I stayed till that day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Sq5w-46JCwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/M6YKWY6nL_I/s1600-h/002fa5db7f1fe7e8f61cc2d6ce457849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381362830484769538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Sq5w-46JCwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/M6YKWY6nL_I/s320/002fa5db7f1fe7e8f61cc2d6ce457849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Won't Make It On My Own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Surprise lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Songwriters: Daughtry, Chris; Dill, Eric; Kroeger, Chad; Westberg, Rune;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've practiced this for hours, gone round and round&lt;br /&gt;And now I think that I've got it all down&lt;br /&gt;And as I say it louder I love how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not taking the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out like a river once I let it out&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I wouldn't know how&lt;br /&gt;Held onto it forever just pushing it down&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good to let go of it now&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this soul left to say&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;God know we tried to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite place we used to go&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;The loving look that's left your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That's why this comes as no, as no surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see the future and how this plays out&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's better than where we are now&lt;br /&gt;But after going through this, it's easier to see the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss goodnight, it comes with me&lt;br /&gt;Both wrong and right, our memories&lt;br /&gt;The whispering before we sleep, just one more thing that you can't keep&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite place we used to go&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;The loving look that's left your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will be back after O's&lt;/span&gt;. :) All the best for all the prisoners of Os out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:&lt;em&gt; Do you know her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1399836931233214974?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1399836931233214974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1399836931233214974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-believe-i-stayed-till-that-day.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I stayed till that day'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Sq5w-46JCwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/M6YKWY6nL_I/s72-c/002fa5db7f1fe7e8f61cc2d6ce457849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6425152968422551477</id><published>2009-09-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:51:14.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I hit 'Snooze'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SqlIqbHaLUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gVudQXzkVwU/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379911123541306690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SqlIqbHaLUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gVudQXzkVwU/s320/hahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss those Maths Lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2:36am and Im STILL awake, sometimes I wonder if Im an owl my past life I cant seem to knock off at 10pm like all the other kids do and actually I secretly think that people who knocks off at that timing which is my dinner timing is insane, they have no life. Waste their time sleeping and snoozing away. But then again, Its Normal. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Randomly,&lt;/span&gt; I thought about our day in ikea and it led me to something that happened today... I met Jo @ kovz and we went to rent some VCDs. Haha after that we head off to Bells nest, and I was so confidence, AGAIN, that I was right about 80. I was wrong, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. So we dropped off two stops after kovan and we walked to the next bus stop which I &lt;em&gt;ASSUMED&lt;/em&gt; that there was 315 and bingo, I was wrong, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So we&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to interchange to take 315. Hahaha I think people will never ask me for directions. I think Im under some cursed pls, when I went out with J, I assured him that 133 will &lt;strong&gt;defnitely&lt;/strong&gt; bring us to east coast and I was&lt;em&gt; wrong&lt;/em&gt; so we stopped and took another bus which I assured him it was right &lt;em&gt;again,&lt;/em&gt; AND IT WAS WRONG &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; See, I can never get things right I really wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a disaster for public transport, I should tell this to my mom and hint her to get me a personal driver. Which shell never. She always told me that she had instincts of me &lt;em&gt;hit-and-run&lt;/em&gt;. Wtbloodyhell. I won't. Ill hit, stop, check, and zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6425152968422551477?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6425152968422551477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6425152968422551477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/before-i-hit-snooze.html' title='Before I hit &apos;Snooze&apos;'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SqlIqbHaLUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/gVudQXzkVwU/s72-c/hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6795750697736297244</id><published>2009-09-09T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:17:55.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SqfhD7DaD8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bV_m0L_ZIxw/s1600-h/final_destination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379515737425186754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SqfhD7DaD8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bV_m0L_ZIxw/s320/final_destination.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;And UH HUH, I caught it! ITS &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; TTM. But its worth 6 bucks. So go sneak in too ^^ If you want advices come to me. Experienced kid alr. HAHAHAH omg even tho me and J were quite scared but we did it! Hahaha omg its awesomeeeee, awesome because of the thrill of getting into it. I dont know why all the wrong things in the world are either illegal or against the religion, or against something. So in another words, its just the way it is, we all just have to break rules. Like the wolves will always hunt for meat, they wont eat vegetables. The day I &lt;strong&gt;wear pinafore to my knee length,&lt;/strong&gt; the day I &lt;strong&gt;greet tchers&lt;/strong&gt; @ 90 degree bow, the day I apologised to a prefect when they catch me for anything, the day I &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;flare when people piss me off, the day I not poke fun of&lt;em&gt; XiiaoCandyworX&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is the day Lions become&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; vegetarians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day and after tmrw, hardcore study alr la, play what. Os next year meh. After Os well all burn books together and party and shop. Cant wait. So till that day comes... &lt;em&gt;hair up, specs on, books &lt;strong&gt;open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye my life. :( FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6795750697736297244?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6795750697736297244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6795750697736297244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-destination.html' title='Final destination'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SqfhD7DaD8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/bV_m0L_ZIxw/s72-c/final_destination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-2269565823259957144</id><published>2009-09-08T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:39:46.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we all want to be a rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE BEST BIRTHDAY TEXT EVER TO YOUR SIBLING EVERYONE!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I received a text message from my favorite sister saying "&lt;em&gt;Great news! The technology in condoms has improved so much that they ensure that accidents like you won't ever happen again&lt;/em&gt;!" Today's my birthday. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!! Omg hilarious can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-2269565823259957144?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2269565823259957144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2269565823259957144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-we-all-want-to-be-rockstar.html' title='Now we all want to be a rockstar'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-5245690566804934350</id><published>2009-09-07T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:57:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls like that</title><content type='html'>Hi, I need to pack everything properly, my maths and geography are mixed together, have no idea why too. Pathetic, my room is so messy I can sleep on top of the piles of mess. Go picture it. K la Im exaggerating it. Im quite a neat girl. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I chance upon a stranger's blog, not really stranger but not a friend to me either. Just a junior. I was thinking to myself &lt;em&gt;'what a retarded kid'&lt;/em&gt; whats the point of slashing yourself, emogirl123, crying a river, making yourself seem so pathetic.. when you're the one who started everything and you ended with &lt;em&gt;'you asked me to treasure and Im doing it now'&lt;/em&gt; you might as well treasure when he die. Its like turning around in a one way street so even if youre stuck you went there yourself. I know how screwed Teenagers are these days Im one too but one thing is, being screwed in a situation and how you handle it is two&lt;em&gt; different&lt;/em&gt; matter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;If I were you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Id fuck off and &lt;u&gt;reflect&lt;/u&gt; and prolly leave things as it is and stop cheapening myself, FURTHER. You amazed me in the negative way. It always reminded me of how people &lt;14 can behave like a 12. Grats for ranking 1st in my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random. I cant wait for Ikea with bells tmrw. Really the chicken is bloody hell calling my name. Swear. My stomach is growling now. I miss chomp chomp's food and the last time I stepped into that smokey area was so long ago, but I can still remember vaguely the look on everyone's face. Filled with no worries and anticipation for the future. I will skip the Now part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, AGAIN. On wednesday itll be a 3rd month. So fast right, time zoom zoommm~. Bye! Im still hungry :( THURSDAY IS AN EXCITING DAY FOR THY WOLF PACK! Haha! Yay~ its gonna be SUPER fun I tell you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Youll always be the sun in my sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-5245690566804934350?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5245690566804934350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5245690566804934350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/girls-like-that.html' title='Girls like that'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8185700240487303651</id><published>2009-09-05T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:26:16.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Appetite Spells Three Wolves Doom In Switzerland&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090828/tts-switzerland-environment-animals-hunt-c1b2fc3.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090828/tts-switzerland-environment-animals-hunt-c1b2fc3.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090828/tts-switzerland-environment-animals-hunt-c1b2fc3.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha this is damn funny!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;News of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3 wolves are being hunt down by the govt. for exceeding the &lt;em&gt;'sheep quota'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meaning&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; theres this quota, of sheeps they can kill thus, if they exceed the limit, they are violating the Law. Woo~ like the wolves have sense of right and wrong? they only know when they're hungry or not. LOL!!! Joke leh seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway later, &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8185700240487303651?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8185700240487303651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8185700240487303651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/joke-of-day.html' title='JOKE OF THE DAY'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-2546335207494386555</id><published>2009-09-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:01:51.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jessie James - Wanted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lie in my bed&lt;br /&gt;And do nothing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what anyone says&lt;br /&gt;I got you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about one thing&lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you how I do it best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put my lips on your mouth&lt;br /&gt;Keep you comin around&lt;br /&gt;Cus I like it&lt;br /&gt;Put your hands on my hips&lt;br /&gt;Take me down&lt;br /&gt;Sink this ship&lt;br /&gt;Boy I can’t resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Cut off jeans, &lt;em&gt;can you get with that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Give you something like you’ve never had&lt;br /&gt;Cus I only &lt;strong&gt;wanna be wanted by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna tease you till you’re begging me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And its hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And every other time is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Cus I only wanna be wanted by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those other guys when they call&lt;br /&gt;I might answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you’re the one I’m thinking bout&lt;br /&gt;So baby don’t disappoint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just move faster&lt;br /&gt;And show me what you’re feeling now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your lips on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Keep it comin around&lt;br /&gt;Cus I like it&lt;br /&gt;Nothings wrong&lt;br /&gt;It’s so right&lt;br /&gt;Got permission from me tonight&lt;br /&gt;So turn off the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Cut off jeans, can you get with that?&lt;br /&gt;Give you something like you’ve never had&lt;br /&gt;Cus I only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna be wanted by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna tease you till you’re begging me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And it’s hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And every other time is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Cus I only wanna be wanted by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;My lips are on fire&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing my patience&lt;br /&gt;For the time that you’ve wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your lips on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Put your lips on my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Put your lips on my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess&lt;br /&gt;Cut off jeans, can you get with that?&lt;br /&gt;Give you something like you’ve never had&lt;br /&gt;Cus I only wanna be wanted by you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tease you till you’re begging me&lt;br /&gt;And you’re on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And it’s hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And every other time is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cus I only wanna be wanted by you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking on the bright side.. I had a good laugh in the cinema. Ok so readers, if theres any, if you wanna catch a movie, feel like wasting 6 bucks or more, I have an awesome deal for you guys out there and thats DANCE FLICK. I tell you it is hilariously retarded. Swear. So if youre those sort that read HOT/Teenage/Teen any gossip magazines, Youd prolly wanna catch that. Cos youll get all the hidden meanings.. &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Zac efron&lt;/strong&gt; being gay&lt;strong&gt;, Akon&lt;/strong&gt; being a loser, &lt;strong&gt;Mary kate &amp;amp; Ashley &lt;/strong&gt;being aneroxia,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; SCENES,&lt;em&gt; CLASSIC.&lt;/em&gt; Its totally hilarious. Like Scary Movie 4, imitating Saw, the guy that saw off the wrong leg. You should watch Dance flick, they insulted Jessica Simpson too. Damn funny, its really sacarstic and sick. I dont think it worth my 9.50 solely on the movie but + &lt;em&gt;the company I had&lt;/em&gt;, its worth it. We laughed really loud. I think people should invent popcorn sensor, burn away those unsweet ones so I dont have to use my phone to shine on the popcorn to find sweet ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a tour did I mention, like we took 80 having the thought that itll go downtown east but we ended up in &lt;strong&gt;Vivo,&lt;/strong&gt; 5 stops before vivo then we decided to change bus. When we sitting near the window eyeing buses we can take... we saw many containers then ... &lt;em&gt;"I think we reaching vivo"&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA WHATS THE POINT. Damn funny la. I hope Jo enjoyed her day! Cos it was her bday on 4th sep ^^ We all got her smtg! So sweet right cos shes impt to the wolfpack. We need acid if not how to neutralise? Hahaha bells you know the hidden meaning right. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it was damn funny becos in the MRT we kept on playing and laughing. I damn lazy to write in details but its really funny. I think bella got &lt;strong&gt;eyesight disorder&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we ask her to watch&lt;/span&gt; TV&lt;/span&gt;, she look at the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;poster&lt;/u&gt; paste outside the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok damn tired, bye. More pictures sometime this week cos we're gg ikea ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its either its used to be an Obsession now Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or I used to be insane and now obsession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt consider anything else. If you get what I mean. &lt;em&gt;Which I dont think anyone would.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Or maybe walls are stacked way too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-2546335207494386555?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2546335207494386555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2546335207494386555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/somethings-missing.html' title='Somethings missing'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-5842134604342091917</id><published>2009-08-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:45:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nong tym no zee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFji_8FkTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZILWIoDmp94/s1600-h/IMG_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373185283359871282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFji_8FkTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZILWIoDmp94/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFjiSInW5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/JSPnNGH_h60/s1600-h/IMG_3595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373185271064386450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFjiSInW5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/JSPnNGH_h60/s320/IMG_3595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFjhhf1u2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/hbMHrCDMbiY/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373185258008460130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFjhhf1u2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/hbMHrCDMbiY/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/SpFjhMay-cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q_-b4p8Ph6I/s1600-h/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373185252350163394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFjhMay-cI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q_-b4p8Ph6I/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My blog got pictures ok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest @ Facebook! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world! Its been like centuries since Ive updated I know. Life is pretty fine. Just came home from movies at Bellas house. It was damn fun! Even tho bella screams shocked me, a little. But heart still can take it. Haha I felt guilty for neglecting my blog so therefore~ here I am! Our prelims are damn long can, they drag until so long, might as well prelims and Os take together right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, I think I have something against guys that carries handbag, becos I think its equivalent to them wearing high heels. Every thing carries a limit line. Style is a bit bullshit. &lt;em&gt;I want to be ah gua, style what. cannot meh?&lt;/em&gt; THAT ONE NOT CALL STYLE ITS CALL FASHION DISASTER. People wont go &lt;em&gt;'Wow check out those furry boots and leather hangbag that dude is carrying, its awesome...'&lt;/em&gt; to cao ah guas can. Theyll prolly go &lt;strong&gt;'Wtf is his prob&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;PROB LEH BELLA&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;can someone inform the Fashion police'&lt;/strong&gt;. Talking about furry boots and exaggerating outfits, it reminded me of this certain group of people which I am not going to specify incase I get sued for slandering or what. Whatever, people just tend to forget singapore's weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that time when I was in MRT with J, got this father and son was talking. It was damn funny. The father was wearing sunglasses IN THE MRT so the 5 year old son started asking him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The son:&lt;/strong&gt; Papa, zhe li dou mei you tai yang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father:&lt;/strong&gt; Zhe li hen liang mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH WTH LA! Damnnnnn funny ttm! Lol! The guy was wearing shades in the mrt then the son embarrassed him. LOL! Marina Barrage with wolf packs last weekend and it was really awesome. Just love them ttm :) Pics @ FB! Cant wait for Os to end like srsly. );&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-5842134604342091917?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5842134604342091917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5842134604342091917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/nong-tym-no-zee.html' title='Nong tym no zee'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SpFji_8FkTI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ZILWIoDmp94/s72-c/IMG_3395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-101093348695514139</id><published>2009-08-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:44:15.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All speech in one post</title><content type='html'>You are a friend that is not worth it anymore. Not at all. Now Id wish you fuck off we'll both head over with our own ways. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joyce Ler likes this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims tomorrow all the best everyone. Ill be back at sep 04  :D&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, hardcore alr. Haha gonna be seeing dora everday :D&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes well becos I gonna ownself in my world alr haha.&lt;br /&gt;Woah school tomorrow. Sian, I gonna be early, for bells to meet her not&lt;br /&gt;for assembly. I foresee one face I gonna see and ill go 'eyes so big no prize one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranny. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world, bye freedom, bye&lt;strong&gt; Life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Im gonna miss you like how Im gonna miss my Life. Ok mainly because, &lt;em&gt;You Are My Life. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-101093348695514139?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/101093348695514139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/101093348695514139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-speech-in-one-post.html' title='All speech in one post'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4796142273236418041</id><published>2009-08-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:51:03.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS LIKE OH EM GEE</title><content type='html'>Today, I was at kovan macs. I was studying with a clear mind... until something, or should I say, someone appeared. It was a very disturbing moment. As I tried to totally focus on what I should be focusing on.. her freaking voice &lt;em&gt;pierced&lt;/em&gt; thru my peaceful atmosphere and kick off the spark in me. I look up frowning, I saw it. I totally saw it. That irritating face!! I tried to focus again, this time I know I am trying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to ignore. My anger is taking is toll on me. I wanted to throw a chair, and everything. But I calmed myself down, I &lt;strong&gt;tried &lt;/strong&gt;to talk sense to myself. It didnt work. I could sense stares I DEFINITELY DO NOT like. She went to the toilet a few times trying to trigger my temper or maybe annoy me. The last time she went, going back gave me stares again. Mumbling something &lt;em&gt;offensive&lt;/em&gt;. Not whispering but &lt;em&gt;mumbling.&lt;/em&gt; My ears could catch all the mumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats it.. it totally got me. I couldnt tolerate anymore, I GRAB A CHAIR THROW IT AT HER DIRECTION, whether it hit her or not,&lt;strong&gt; I DONT GIVE A DAMN AS LONG AS I KNOW I MADE AN IMPACT, AND ITS GONNA SHOCK HER. &lt;/strong&gt;While that chair is flying of cos im not gonna watch it land then do something next I grabbed the coke beside me and angled at her bloody face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a shocked and I could see it from her &lt;em&gt;eyes&lt;/em&gt;, she &lt;strong&gt;totally regretted her actions&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She wanted to apologise, she wanted this to stop&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;But it was too late.&lt;/strong&gt; I was hopping mad so I gave all my strength and got her to the ground... before I knew it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its time to go and study and stop day dreaming. Haha sorry if you thought that was real. IT IS NOT. I was just bored and I was imagining the scenes like that I would be a heroine for the mere 10 minutes and prolly a loser for life? Im not a fool, Im wise enough to select the right choice. (: Ok my fever is gone. Im happy, bye Im going to sleep. Hee hee. Byeeee! All the best for prelims every one!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4796142273236418041?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4796142273236418041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4796142273236418041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-news-like-oh-em-gee.html' title='BIG NEWS LIKE OH EM GEE'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-500166352867257645</id><published>2009-08-05T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T08:35:01.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;{EDITED}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its two days since Ive been sick. Like really sick, I have tempeatrues like 38.89 and 39.7 and 40.2. You know what I feel like doing? Feel like visiting my beloved 'home' and let out a few coughs in the eating area. But I rather not and the next place I thought of was where the &lt;em&gt;people-who-are-supposed-to-build up-our-intelligence&lt;/em&gt; place. I smiled to myself. Ok so I came across this blog and again, I smiled to myself. Its quite soothing to the heart to know that You're still the same (In the good way). Always so righteous with your own point of view. Some memories are meant to be deleted but the trouble is, I couldnt find the guidebook to that. I hope I get well soon, I wonder why the sudden fever. ): Now I miss bellziedan zolynyup and adoorladeedeeyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get well, youll see a NEW me. Wtf I feel like crying, throwing tables, breaking glass and kicking someone. My voice is soooo sexy it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why am I so ______ when Im not supposed to be. I wonder why are you so ________ about your ______. Your ____ totally contradicts with your ______. _____ you. Ah ______ I WONDER WHY I CANT TYPE OUT MY THOUGHTS. I just did. I am so _______. ____ you, again. You're sucha ____, _______. Maybe Ill take that back after a few days. For now, we'll keep it that way. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't Guess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacarsm comes to good use at times. We all should face it and know how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INSECURITIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-500166352867257645?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/500166352867257645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/500166352867257645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4410562620928058994</id><published>2009-08-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:35:43.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink More Water Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who say my blog got no photos one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SCROLL DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Im glad that I proved people wrong. Ok lifes fine. Actually not really, my sore throat is killing me and I just ate Kinder Breuno. I dont usually consume water before my sore throat happened and I meant it when I say &lt;em&gt;'Dont usually'&lt;/em&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can dont drink PLAIN water for days&lt;/span&gt;. I mean I drink soft drinks la but not PLAIN water. Today I am going to advertise on &lt;strong&gt;Ice Mountain Mineral Water&lt;/strong&gt;. Because of it,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I went to the toilet &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, to pee, and ITS &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEALTHY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + The fact that I can dont shit for&lt;em&gt; days&lt;/em&gt; or maybe&lt;em&gt; weeks&lt;/em&gt; but after I start drinking water I &lt;em&gt;clear my bowel&lt;/em&gt; regularly, this is a short nutritive analysis for people who&lt;em&gt; dont clear their bowels&lt;/em&gt; regularly. Be like me, Healthygirl123. Ok I figured out that using the term 'Shit' is actually quite gross and a little uncivilised. In case my blog is read by great people like those "educators" and maybe presidents or smtg. Youll never know, when they're bored and &lt;strong&gt;they're not/haven't been drinking water&lt;/strong&gt; they might google things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;'Does Ice Mountain Mineral Water helps? Or is it just some longkang water purified using chemicals'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or maybe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;'What must we do to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;clear our bowels&lt;/span&gt; regularly?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're too busy to even drink water?? Youll never know. Ok thanks for spending 5 mins ( OR MORE ) reading my theory, you're really a very patient reader,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;please come back more often&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SO ANYWAY,&lt;/strong&gt; now is hardcore studying for prelims. Oh yes, I bet you're asking &lt;em&gt;'Then what you doing here?!&lt;/em&gt;', my answer to your reply is, doesnt mean a road sweeper sweeps the road every second and hour. You get it? ok since you're patient enough to read my theories just now Ill be patient back, OF COS WE ALL NEED A BREAK RIGHT A NOT? My break is here, blogging. Hope everyone is having a &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; time with their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, will be back when prelims is over &lt;strong&gt;WITH MORE PICTURES&lt;/strong&gt; until you come my website your computer hang, lag, lag until you REFRESH &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its not loading&lt;/span&gt;, you go for dinner come back, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its not loading&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;em&gt;clear your bowels&lt;/em&gt; and come back, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its still not loading&lt;/span&gt;, and after you intend to move your arrow to the top right hand corner it shows '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;to over publishing of photos, please come back again later'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im kidding. Nightz~ Drink more water people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way your kiss always blows me off my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4410562620928058994?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4410562620928058994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4410562620928058994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/drink-more-water-campaign.html' title='Drink More Water Campaign'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6137474144587723901</id><published>2009-08-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:14:20.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXNvnPnNZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8nvlonV3Fsg/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365420748953826706" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMREXGKHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iMLe-q9Ja7o/s320/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMQ39AMUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h11jCdYoVmk/s1600-h/IMG_2465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365419121351602498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMQ39AMUI/AAAAAAAAAVA/h11jCdYoVmk/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMQTCV4GI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2n4SzrJZ8Cs/s1600-h/IMG_2464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365419111441883234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMQTCV4GI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2n4SzrJZ8Cs/s320/IMG_2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMQO0SzeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AvBJ2Z3WcEI/s1600-h/IMG_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365419110309219810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXMQO0SzeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/AvBJ2Z3WcEI/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Actually got bella in this photo one but then since she camera shy then ok lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLm5upF3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/dRpHdtR9kCg/s1600-h/IMG_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418400273733490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLm5upF3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/dRpHdtR9kCg/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLmrLBwiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pZEtKEljGX4/s1600-h/IMG_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418396366258722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLmrLBwiI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pZEtKEljGX4/s320/IMG_2448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLmQOWHII/AAAAAAAAAUY/4kijbVIwRas/s1600-h/IMG_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418389132418178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLmQOWHII/AAAAAAAAAUY/4kijbVIwRas/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLljaRGmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3QDpEy9nWuM/s1600-h/IMG_2445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418377102826082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLljaRGmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3QDpEy9nWuM/s320/IMG_2445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLlewX93I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Jev5ahK52UY/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365418375853373298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXLlewX93I/AAAAAAAAAUI/Jev5ahK52UY/s320/IMG_2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXKo6Ph55I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KwaznsWSrCs/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365417335259785106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXKo6Ph55I/AAAAAAAAAUA/KwaznsWSrCs/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXKonuKo1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/3HVg-tA_phc/s1600-h/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365417330288010066" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXGreNelEI/AAAAAAAAASA/TOgrKeCDoQ0/s320/IMG_2393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXGrNt7B6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/qt86P9-Sm3Q/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365412976800761762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXGrNt7B6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/qt86P9-Sm3Q/s320/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;em&gt;You see... we got a little bit drunk...&lt;/em&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;You're seriously a moron if you really believed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXGqbRhDuI/AAAAAAAAARo/yVUFGzgKJw4/s1600-h/IMG_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365412963259846370" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXEkUZl_II/AAAAAAAAAQg/80tWebU4How/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXEkDt1-vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kbaS1ihHaQk/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365410654833736434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXEkDt1-vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/kbaS1ihHaQk/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6137474144587723901?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6137474144587723901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6137474144587723901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SnXNvnPnNZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8nvlonV3Fsg/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-2953619633816842938</id><published>2009-08-01T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T07:10:39.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You get suspended. Why did you get suspended for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not smiling, I got to a happy school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello www. I went out with J today, its a happy day. He got an awesome and handsome shoe. (Y) Cant wait to see him in it. Caught The Hangout. Omigod, it is hilarious.com.sg. Really damn funny ttm. You guys should catch it too. (: Ok la now study period alr. Sianzation101. ): Bf, Im gonna miss you like the child misses the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buai. Cant wait to see bells tmrw. Bitchgossipgirls session 123456789. ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill be there for You through it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-2953619633816842938?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2953619633816842938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2953619633816842938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy day'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8709060473557680465</id><published>2009-07-31T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:26:57.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE THE ONE WHO STARTED IT. &lt;em&gt;CREATE LESS PROBLEM?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU CREATED ONE WHEN YOU CURSED ME ON YOUR STUPID POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You dont know how to read english or what, if you never blogged about me did what you did to bella, will I give a fuck about youuuuuu. I rather call J and talk to him. -_____________- FUCK OFF LA BLOODY FAT ASS, SUPER IRRITATING FAT FUCK FACE. And yes I got a fucked face, SO? Yours is nothing better. (: I will never delete this off, wont even consider, fuck you, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and bells is having a great time now. On the phone chatting and bitching and being excited. HAHAHAHAHA OMG WHEN I TALK ABT IT I DAMN EXCITED! Cutestuff123 (: Tmrw is day out with J awesome! (: Cannot go out for awhile mehhhhhh. Bye all the best for prelims! I know these few days posts are a bit angsty but somethings if you dont let it out, itll affect you.. somehow. HAHA anyw I suddenly miss you jo even tho youre mean hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8709060473557680465?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8709060473557680465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8709060473557680465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8226057263110713097</id><published>2009-07-29T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:09:02.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts</title><content type='html'>Dont throw me questions like &lt;em&gt;'Why must you say until like that...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my anger in me wasn't triggered so badly, I wouldnt feel and reacted this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must that girl, (&lt;em&gt;the girl that Im referring to on my previous post)&lt;/em&gt; attempted to break me and bella's friendship? She questioned bella why must she be close to me. And spend time convincing her that Im a stealer after school. So that Bella will believe her and cut off ties with me, cos apparently to her, Im a bad influence. I mean like, what did I ever do to her. Tell you what, NOTHING at all. She is just a passer by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but beause she STRONGLY believed in her views, she is trying to make everyone think so.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;This is what pisses me off. Dont tell me about change. This is what I call, &lt;strong&gt;HABIT&lt;/strong&gt;, breaking up peoples friendship cos she wants a friend all to herself. It started from sec 1 isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to be hopping mad at me, now you know how I felt when I read your post that you insulted me. Cursing my future and my relationship. But Im so sorry to tell you, despite the nasty temper of mine, me and J have never fought, up till now. You told me about karma, now you have the taste of it. I won't be nasty to people that didnt offend me, not this badly. You bitched about me, Im fine with it. Everyone does so. But you know it yourself that you went overboard. After this Im letting the entire matter rest, an eye for an eye. You blogged something nasty about me and I did that back to you. But one thing is, Ill never attempt to destroy any of yr friendship with anyone because I wont wanna stoop to that level of bitchiness.&lt;strong&gt; I just want to make this clear that if you didnt start this whole thing. I wont be like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hows everyone. Haha prelims less than 2 weeks alr. Eh bella now I wake up alr hor. I hate the feeling of being in the hall with so many people. I dont even dare to cough or sneeze cannnnn dont say FART la. I cannot imagine myself farting can walau then Ill be the topic for the recess. &lt;em&gt;'EH YOU KNOW THAT GIRL, the short short one, WALAU she fart like she didnt fart for 10 years can and I dont know wtf she ate la. But thank God for that, I was awake throughout the entire paper...' &lt;/em&gt;My life would suck if that really happened. ): Ok Im going to like do geog for awhile, cos like, I see cobwebs and everything alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8226057263110713097?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8226057263110713097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8226057263110713097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/doubts.html' title='Doubts'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-9159910709985865011</id><published>2009-07-28T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:55:08.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Major slut of the century</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Beware: Extremely Long Post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You read this big and clear.&lt;/span&gt; Whatever that happened is already the &lt;strong&gt;past.&lt;/strong&gt; I wanna highlight this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT HAS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether its true a not it has totally got nothing to do with you. Even if you know the truth you wont pass Os with flying colors or get negative points for O's. You dont have the fucking rights to decide whether my friends should believe me. Let me tell you this straight to your fucking fat irritating face, &lt;strong&gt;YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT IS YOUR OWN MOTHERFUCKING PROBLEM&lt;/strong&gt;. Leave my friends alone. You so fucking free why dont you go fucking lose some bloody weight!??! AND DO SOMETHING TO YR FACE? LIKE BUY A MASK OR SMTG?! I tolerated you for goddamnit long alr, dont push me to my limits. Can you dont be sucha busy body? Ever since sec 1 you have been like that, trying to interfere problems and make the decisions. Are you Joyce ler? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;then&lt;strong&gt; shut the fuck up&lt;/strong&gt;. If you believe what you believe then its your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people believe God is not real. How about you, if you believe so too are you going to spread the word that God is not real so they can follow your perspective views? IS YOU THIS KIND OF PEOPLE EXIST THAT IS WHY THE WORLD HAVE NO PEACE. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS MAN. The topic about me wont come out for English O levels 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING ASK YOURSELF, EACH CLIQUE YOU GO TO DEFNITELY HAS A PROBLEM. You always make up explainations to cover up your evil motives. N said you change, but did you really? If you did change for the better you wouldnt sow discord between me and bella. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IF I AM A FUCKING BAD COMPANY I WOULDNT BE STUDYING EVERYDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU EVEN GET YR FACTS RIGHT BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING. &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOPS YOU DIDNT KNOW, WHY? COS YOU &lt;strong&gt;ASSUME&lt;/strong&gt; I DIDNT.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE YOU &lt;strong&gt;ASSUMED&lt;/strong&gt; AND TRIED TO CONVINCE BELLA IM A FUCKING STEALER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU TO YOUR FUCKING FACE. I dont owe you an explaination for fucking sake, Knowing I have my temper, going to school to face YOU this kind of fuck faces do you think Ill sit at the class pay attention do my work calmly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO I WONT.&lt;/strong&gt; I WILL FUCKING THROW A CHAIR AT HER FUCKING FACE AND PROLLY SMASH HER UGLY FACE AGAINST THE BEAUTIFUL WALL AND PROLLY TEAR HER XXXXXXXXXL UNIFORM AND WIPE THE WALL. AFTER THAT I WILL KICK HER IN THE STOMACH ALTHOUGH I WILL BOUNCE OFF ABIT BUT NEVERMIND I WILL STILL RUN BACK TAKE THE TABLE AND WHACK HER ALREADY DISFIGURED FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks I have been trying to cut off from the world to concentrate on my studies. You blogged about me on your LJ, I KNOW OF COS I DO. I AM PISSED but I tell myself studies comes first so I let the matter off. If YOU can piss me off THIS much and I didnt spam your blog or anything. Do you think I will do such things to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANNA KNOW WHATS GOING ON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl blogged about me, cursing me that Ill get ditched by my boyfriend during my Os so I cant concentrate cos Ill be busy crying maybe cutting myself emogirl123XYZ and I will flunk my Os so I will have no where to go. She added &lt;em&gt;'Enjoy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your life while you can cause its ending soon' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just a passerby of the entire matter and she fucking scolded me on her blog. If she just blog about her feelings I dont give a damn but she dont have to curse me when I didnt do anything to her. If you know me well enough, Id definitely go to school and showdown with her the next day. But I didnt. You wanna know why, its because of my studies. I tried to tolerate everything because I just want to concentrate. I dont want to cause any more trouble cos anyw this is my last year and what the fuck is she doing. What. she told my friend not to believe me cos I am a bad company......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF &lt;/strong&gt;studying with a friend everyday is considered a bad company then you should go and fuck yourself because nobody will do so. You drove me up the wall. Let me tell you, you dont believe me then &lt;strong&gt;DONT. I dont give a fuck&lt;/strong&gt;, because this shows that you dont know me well enough. If I am that sort of person WHY DID I START ON SEC 5. You think Im acting cute? fuck you. I had enough like seriously. Can you just stay out of peoples affairs for one moment? You think you're a judge or what. You people keep saying move on move on, your dear classmate here is making things difficult for me, you tell me to move on? MOVE ON WHAT SHIT. Im not the one bringing everything up again. Instead of always blaming me why dont you take a look at the bigger picture. Bigger her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, if &lt;strong&gt;THIS FUCKING FAT ASS&lt;/strong&gt; here can pissed me off so much and I can let the matter off even tho Im hopping mad, why would I insult someone that didnt do anything to me? This message is clearly for You. Stop assuming and put the blame on me when I didnt do it. I tell this to you all, including KH, JB, T, JY, RL, whoever else,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I only care about my studies I &lt;u&gt;dont have the time&lt;/u&gt; to do these kind of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, if you stand on her side and believe her like she created bibles. Go ahead I dont give a fucking damn. &lt;strong&gt;If you,&lt;/strong&gt; natalie + all her other followers &lt;em&gt;(esp my close friends back then), &lt;/em&gt;think I am a bad company then Im sorry to tell you after all this years that you've know me, Im so fucking sad to say that if our friendship were to be a subject for Os, Mrs Lee will personally send you a letter asking you to drop that subject. If Im a bad company my 6 points for Ns must be because I bribe the examiner right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU AGAIN IF YOU THINK THATS TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp those friends that were close to me during my lower sec life. Im just a mischievious girl. LY, H both of you were close to me. You shouldve know that better. Dont tell me people change, somethings can never change. Like habit. If my habit didnt start when Im younger and &lt;em&gt;BOOM&lt;/em&gt; suddenly im like that. Do you think thats possible? And to the girl that said, &lt;em&gt;PEOPLE CHANGE WHAT&lt;/em&gt;, same thing, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if things dont start from young/earlier and now I do it, do you think thats possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AND ITS MY O LVLS PERIOD. If you know me even better, I studied hard for Ns to take Os. If that fat ass got nothing to do and she wants to sow discord between friendships why are you listening to her crap. Shes not a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you _____ I really cannot find any disgusting vocabulary words to describe you. This makes me feel bad because now, I realised my english is not good. I am going to study, study harder so I can find more words to describe a disgusting freak like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, FUCK YOU. You keep talking about friendship. DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF ONE? DO YOU EVEN TREASURE?!!??!?! NO!!! Can you stop being a emotional freak as if you really care or you just want your boyfriend to think you're sucha awesome girl filled with emotions and you care about yr friends alot but they just dont reciprocate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;): sad face....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LA. YOU BECAUSE OF ONE &lt;strong&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3&lt;/strong&gt; destroyed a friendship. How lame can you get. Im not surprised that you treated me this way. You can treat me this way despite the fact that I did not do anything to you. It shows a lot about you. But nevermind.... God will forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVEN IF YOU DONT REPENT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WILL. This theory is extracted from someone's blog. And it is &lt;em&gt;absulotely "true"&lt;/em&gt;. COS I "BELIEVE" IT. So tomorow I am going to make all my friends think that its true. BECOS &lt;strong&gt;I THINK SO! ^^V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how she think so and she wants all her friends to think the same way as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ONCE AND FOR ALL EVERYTHING OUT. I dont start fights. If she didnt continued to piss me off I wouldnt insult her so badly. I know Im not skinny either but I dont give a damn.&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;P.S I know how bitchy I sounded. But when someone drives you up to yr limit. Youd explode like I did. Not just once, but more than once. Esp when you didnt do anything to her. And ESP you helped and stood up for her before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-9159910709985865011?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9159910709985865011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9159910709985865011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/major-slut-of-century.html' title='Major slut of the century'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-207653106786943862</id><published>2009-07-25T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:06:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma be</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Type down your reactions when someone says these phrases to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;because we dont see sun in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I JUST REALIZED NOW THAT I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;then you're stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) LEAVE HER/HIM ALREADY! YOU'LL BE MUCH MORE HAPPY WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;prove to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) COME ON. SMILE. YOU'RE CUTE WHEN YOU DO!&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PLEASE DO MY MATH HOMEWORK TOO!&lt;br /&gt;tsk the most stand outside the class only what right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) WTF YOU THINK I'M SO FREE IS IT?!&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) WHY DOES MONDAY COME BEFORE TUESDAY?&lt;br /&gt;why dont you wear yr shirt first then wear your bra??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I HAVE TWO TICKETS TO THE LINKIN PARK CONCERT. WANNA COME WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST SPECIAL PEOPLE IN MY LIFE. DID YOU KNOW THAT?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I THINK I'M FALLING FOR YOU..&lt;br /&gt;you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I CAN'T SMILE WITHOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;trying to flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, BUT YOU JUST AREN'T HIM/HER&lt;br /&gt;make sure your balls roll infront of yr eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) WHAT'S YOUR MOBILE NUMBER?&lt;br /&gt;62353535&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) CAN I HAVE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) MAY I ESCORT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;if youre king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) DO YOU STILL LOVE HIM TILL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) YOU'RE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING ALL I WANT&lt;br /&gt;yr english sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DAMN BORED. another half an hour moreee ill leave to study island. ^^V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-207653106786943862?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/207653106786943862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/207653106786943862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/imma-be.html' title='Imma be'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1774010440807129346</id><published>2009-07-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:44:51.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say You're a risk.&lt;br /&gt;But life is all about taking risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to blog 5 times. All the 5 times, once I finished typing I decided not to post again. I need the great inspiration to blog. My blog is like dying and I feel guilty. I will have no life until the end of Os anyway. I reallyyyy cant wait for the end of Os. How bout you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for all the O lvls takers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, 4 years gone. Never expected me to be here, studying for Os. Really. Never. Now that its the final exams, I, like everyone else is gonna give my best. &lt;strong&gt;So my main point is&lt;/strong&gt;: Im usually one of the last 5 in class so I not like you so smart got time to insult and accused people. I need to educate and feed my brain cells. Hope you get my drift. No matter how much I detest one, I dont go to the level of THAT. I finished my say. And I still want chocolate waffles lehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1774010440807129346?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1774010440807129346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1774010440807129346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-say-youre-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-258430337803830399</id><published>2009-07-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:13:37.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificial for perfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wonder which I will choose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacrifices is needed at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di you're an ass. For making my stomach growl at this timing. _l_ So talking about that Im gonna list down my craves. Which often came into my mind when I was about to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sakae sushi's soft shell crab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ajisen ramen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Far east's chicken rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Superdog's bacon cheeseburger w egg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fried Mars Bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kovan's hokkien mee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chomp chomp's stingray/lala&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BK's doublecheese burger with bacon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prima deli's chocolate waffles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pizza hut's hawaiian pizza and spicy drumlets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swenson's fish n chips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice cube's waffles w banana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yami yogurt with fruity pebbles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mc cafe's double chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gloria Jean's Iced chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Subway melt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old chang kee's currypuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donut Factory's donut &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I type until here my drool can just drown Asia. Theres still more. Today was Chinese LC and it was nottt badddd but I bet my oral will defnitely pull my overall down. I know. I really do. ): Ok Handsome is dying at home. Its time I bring it out for a walk. Soon, Soon. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-258430337803830399?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/258430337803830399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/258430337803830399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/sacrificial-for-perfections.html' title='Sacrificial for perfections'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1852313969142882799</id><published>2009-07-22T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:21:36.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Listening compre today and I think its nightmare having to hear stupid classical music for 20 mins. I was bored until I drew on my leg. If I could tattoo that drawing.. (Y) Usually Im not bella. I dont draw here and there one. NOT ANYMORE haha but I was really dying, pianos... guitars... violins are killing me then. 20 mins somemore. Ok I suddenly crave for chicken rice cannnn. Walau. I gonna watch tv alr. Feeling guilty but whatever, will study later. &lt;em&gt;Later~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You very irritating can, can you stop popping up at the bottom right hand corner of my computer screen!!!!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1852313969142882799?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1852313969142882799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1852313969142882799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/shut-up.html' title='Shut up'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8772653987117431701</id><published>2009-07-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:39:29.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SmM95vN2iTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yeLzeDUPINU/s1600-h/Peace_by_buraycule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360196043637426482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SmM95vN2iTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yeLzeDUPINU/s320/Peace_by_buraycule.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; said, and like &lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what&lt;strong&gt; we&lt;/strong&gt; said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;None of them were real now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello&lt;/strong&gt; Gym-ed with bella. It was gooood! You know we missed our stop cos we were happily talking away. Haha and today my ipod dropped on the threadmill!!!!! I couldnt pick it up cos its going at a fast speed. Shit embarrassing ttm man! Some kind soul picked it up for me. FOR ME and not went off after that. Lol. Sooooo like I said, SUBWAY after that! :D:D:D:D:D it was really delicious!&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You guys should go try subway melt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sooo we went for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yami&lt;/span&gt; yogurt&lt;/strong&gt;. NO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;UI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TY&lt;/span&gt; PEBBLES CAN!!! But I still bought it. Haha we wander around after that. When I think back now I think we actually look quite retarded at the gym. Wah damn it somemore &lt;strong&gt;the stupid girl that were using the threadmill&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;never press 'Stop' for me&lt;/strong&gt; then I keep pressing 'Start' &lt;em&gt;like a moron&lt;/em&gt; until after 10 seconds I figure out that I need to press 'Stop' first. Embarrassed me only stupid girl. Haha and she ran as if shes in a marathon, really. She gave a final&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt; headshake&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; +&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hands swinging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Joke, really. You should see how she shake her head and swing her hands. &lt;em&gt;Classic &lt;/em&gt;man. K la thats mean. What I did could easily defeat that anyway, dropping ipod on threadmill -.- so MOVING ON.... haha when I was going home my brother wanted &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cans of tuna that bitch, so I have to go NTUC and buy. Worst is, the specified tuna he wanted was RIGHT AT THE TOP and apparently, Im not very tall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;em&gt; looked around for a little help&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; when I look around all the people I see height like almost the same as me. If ask then they cannot reach then very paiseh also right. I paiseh alone can alr still wanna drag a 2nd victim meh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;I decided to be a hero&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Tip toe&lt;/strong&gt;, LITERALLY &lt;strong&gt;T-I-P.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes tip toe and get 3 cans. Cos its stacked up.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know what it means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IT MEANS, I have to tip toe like an idiot &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TWICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thank God I learnt ballet when I was in P4 and they taught me how to tip toe and stuff. Guess they counted that in the future Ill need it. So I carried home the&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cans of stupid tunas. Heavy can! Walau. So actually, today is not a very good day + pad day is today. Today sucks cept for the subway and yami yogurt part :(&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with you bells!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because I don't want to owe You anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8772653987117431701?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8772653987117431701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8772653987117431701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-christmas.html' title='Last christmas'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SmM95vN2iTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yeLzeDUPINU/s72-c/Peace_by_buraycule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6396188075886721771</id><published>2009-07-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:17:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos if You don't dream big whats the use of dreaming</title><content type='html'>Maybe its the thrill you're seeking for but look at the bigger picture, look at your vulnerable fading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; (YOU DAMN JOKE LEH SRSLY, I will be damn embarrassed its like wearing other peoples underwear. -_- and you can still &lt;strong&gt;WWW&lt;/strong&gt; it. My idol leh you, really really. Its like I take other people O lvl cert claiming its mine on my blog. Like HUH?! Not even yours?! Like HUH?! we all know your limited level on certain..... &lt;em&gt;things??&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have no idea too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think Im addicted to waffles. I really think its damn good. Just imgaine the hot waffles melting the chocolate. Ok stop. My drool can drown the earth. Life is good, obviously. HAHAHA I mean if I were to state why Ill be recieving comments like 'can you stfu and pity us' HAHAHA. Anyway, I smirk to myself whenever I came across whines and complaints about ______. Seriously. I can't help it. Gym with bells tmrw (Y) Subway after that. SUBWAY MELT, omg. I literally paused for 5 mins and think of subway pls. I can't wait for tomorrow. D is going to enjoy family day maybe while I proceed with my healthy lifestyle~ HAHA. O's listening compre on 22nd btw, Im writing this to remind myself. I can totally imagine myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WTF IS TODAY MEH!??!!!! OH MY GOD I AM SCREWED"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is NOT going to happen, wipe off that smile off your face. Im going to watch movies online now. I think Avril lavigne is a Jealous bitch. Her songs are mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shes so whatever~~~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever. Actually subway is quite ex leh to think about it...... hahaha wth! I am having second thoughts to have subway anot now. Life sucks when you need to think twice when you WANT something. Like how much I &lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to kick You in the face &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need to think twice cos its already like that and I made it worst. I BELIEVE in Karma. Talking about that Two person came into my mind and I swear I could roll my eyes so hard itll get stuck in my brain. Ew quite gross. I mean the thought of my eyes getting stuck in my brains and of cos of cos, you two. I very lazy to type already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this bottle. I bought it at a fucking high cost. Its called&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tolerance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; once its filled up, itll show a miracle. The person assured me 100% gurrantee for satisfiying results. And I totally believed it. You guys should buy it too, but the thing is not all can afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6396188075886721771?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6396188075886721771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6396188075886721771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/cos-if-you-dont-dream-big-whats-use-of.html' title='Cos if You don&apos;t dream big whats the use of dreaming'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-5241619200312696715</id><published>2009-07-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:48:31.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnnnnn</title><content type='html'>Wow ... I'm impressed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had your own stand. But its not your fault because you dont take control you're never a leader. You need someone to rule your opinions.. and thats plain Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything except for my own stuffs. I rather watch you sink. So today was study alone day. It was quite awesome cos I did what Im supposed to do :D Haha walau my life is damn boring can. Until the end of O's I have no life ): Ok I cant wait for major shopping day after Os like seriously. So me and bells gonna save up like really save and then spend like water after Os :D:D:D the thought of it makes me smile. Shopping with girlfriends are always the best. Haha ok bye, I dont know what to blog alr. SIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-5241619200312696715?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5241619200312696715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5241619200312696715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/damnnnnn.html' title='Damnnnnn'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-9049462310482583702</id><published>2009-07-15T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:20:51.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Know What To Tell You Now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Always Harder The Second Time Around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi world. I am happy today haha basically cos of the chocolate waffle. I used to thought it was disgusting cos I heard Ryn saying that it sucks but todayyyyy I tried and it was damnit heavenly nice. (Y) Prima deli go try. Hahaha :D I went to school for FNN wah bloody hell the chicken was damn disgusting to the power of infinity but I ate it cos I was really hungry. I tell you the recipe of the chicken ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Oil&lt;br /&gt;Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullstop. Then 3 cooking methods, baking, pan frying and steaming. At that moment, I thought I was a born chef cos it tasted awesome until I figure it out that it was just because I was starving. So anyway the later part of the day is lame to the max, don't wanna describe it. Cos I did to Di and co alr. Thennnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s. I thought my post was quite long until I scroll up and realised that it was damn short.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im gonna continue. Anyway I was just thinking that is fame that important, oh well maybe cos Im not *you so I dont really know. Everyone is different anyway. They have different perspective towards life? Some "&lt;em&gt;My life sucks, Im sad, I hate my life.....&lt;/em&gt;" and some "&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be a better day :D, Whatever Im still gonna smile&lt;/em&gt;," And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont give two hoots about your opinion or comments because they dont mean a thing. Whether you say Im ugly, pretty, fat, thin, tall, short. Im still me, and there's nothing I can do and there will be nothing, I wont change just cos Im not up to your perfection. Im not certain people, born to please people. Its just the way you think, if you think these kinda friends are worth it then go ahead. I will never, ever stop you because I know you well enough to know that you'd rather sacrifice someone else just to hold on to your position. Good for you, as long as you're happy. Its like a knife that cuts right thru me to give you up but I know no matter how bad it hurts I still have to do it. Youll never know cos Youll never care. Moving on, next thought,&lt;strong&gt; Trust&lt;/strong&gt;. How am I gonna trust people from now on. Each step I take, I think twice. Id rather you know the outwardly apparent of me or rather hardly anything about me than everything about me inside out. In short, I wont let you in to let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one nearest to you will be the one that hits you the hardest at the end of the day. Believe it or not. So moral of the story: &lt;strong&gt;Trust only yourself&lt;/strong&gt;. Youd rather know who yourself is than to be what everyone wants you to be. The worst temptation is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;social ladder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which is whats happening now. Everyone step on each other just to climb a little more higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The greed for fame &amp;amp; popularity.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, thats what hurts you the most. I know how many is reading this. So anyway, &lt;strong&gt;I fuck what others think and I do my own thing&lt;/strong&gt;. If you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WALAU yah shes that kind can..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me better than I know myself. You come be Joyce Ler instead then. Howd you know Im like that, you're not me. The worst is, You don't even know me. We study lit, we know some things are more than what it seems to be. If you dont know, be worried for your N/O's stop reading my blog and go study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-9049462310482583702?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9049462310482583702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9049462310482583702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-time-around.html' title='Second Time Around'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-279589877149243406</id><published>2009-07-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:50:00.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't figure it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tell me why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Orals today, I totally screwed it up man. Seriously. Enough said, whats over is already over whats the point of dwelling over it. Im not some pessimistic kid, cry because I did badly kind of person. I mean, why so serious? This is life and thats whats lacking in you. YOU HAVE NO LIFE. I wanted to hold that back but Im sorry I just can't, every time I see your fucked up face, Ill get reminded of your fucked up life. Wait what life again. Whatever that is decided for you, whatever path you're walking on, happy or sad you're still walking and moving on. You know how to say but you don't know how to apply that in life. I despise you the most, you totally have no stand in your life, you love following the flow. Go ahead, Ill stand by and watch your car crash because despite all those helping hands you are choosing the dead end. All your emotional hurt are self inflicted. Stop telling the world what should they do and what they shouldnt, you can't even bother about your little screwed up life why bother others? Tell you what, I totally dont give a damn about how you look at me, I just cant be bothered with you cos I think youre just being childish. If it was me last time Id bloody hell stare back and prolly go up to you and demand an answer for the problem. But Im different now, Id rather not care. I went to school and came out with a heavy heart. I was feeling a little angry? But I know this is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to beeeeshan with D and J, haha it was fun and I bought a newwwwww watch its gorgeous!!!!!! 10 bucks only ok. Good deal? :D Btw I know how bloody high my school uniform is today, I guess its gonna be my uniform from nw. Laugh lor, I dont care, high belt is the new kool. (Y) Actually becos I couldnt find my other uniforms ): I dont know where the hell is it, lost somewhere in school damnit. Anyw macdonalds fries like suddenly damn nice ah I dont know why haha and their cheeseburger is like aweesome also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can never see it thru my eyes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-279589877149243406?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/279589877149243406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/279589877149243406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-cant-figure-it-out.html' title='I just can&apos;t figure it out'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7125022823455983754</id><published>2009-07-10T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:52:45.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello today is Brother ler's birthday so happy 19!&lt;br /&gt;(Even tho you betrayed me! bitch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha hope you had fun with so many friends around you. Popular alr ah someone. Ok so today was the bbq of Mr. Ler. We had hellotz of fun man, seeing people doing retarded stuffs. Like cos these guy which is quite big size and james the fatty got the double dare so I dared them to shake and brush their tummy together. You should seeeee the scene it was so hilarious please. Got alittle drunk with so many bottles of Vodddzzie. Not drunk la just red. Hahaha anyw its just damn funny when dora announced her 'home' to everyone. Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dare was to walk to a green dustbin and point and shout 'This is my house' and you know what the way she say fucking funny man. 'OI, &lt;em&gt;*points to the green dustbin*&lt;/em&gt;" MY HOUSE.' hahahahahahaha!!! Ok fun fun fun tomorrow still got, its a two day bbq! Its sooo fun ok! Edna cant wait to see Mr. Green anyway! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not that kind of girl. You either know it or you don't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7125022823455983754?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7125022823455983754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7125022823455983754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-today-is-brother-lers-birthday-so.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-9198151123691695759</id><published>2009-07-07T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:58:16.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay lor</title><content type='html'>Ok my blood vessels nearly got blocked and exploded, but I got myself calmed down man. I don't see a point arguing or correcting anyone's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed I made myself quite clear to those people I wanted to long ago. Today that post triggered everything that is kept inside me. I was pissed, damnnnn pissed and later on, damnnnn sad. I mean, seriously dude, do you have to curse me till that extend? Whoever told you I didnt learn from my mistakes? What does it gotta do with my bf? This you gotta know, he knows about the whole matter. So yes, to your face. Im not surprised by that post anyway, you are this bitchy and mean to anyone and everyone anyway except for your beloved bf la. You dont have to decide my fate for me, I think you should just move on, you dont have to feel the kick about it anwy. You heard from others not from me, how sure are you that thats the truth? Im the one who is involved not them. Dont assume that Im referring to them just becos you think you got some brains there then Im sorry to shoot this arrow at you, IM NOT. Actually glad you know its none of your damn business. But ok lor, you're always so 'concerned' anyway. I will do my best for my O's, dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing you is already my retribution&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Good news for you, cos you saw it already. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-9198151123691695759?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9198151123691695759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9198151123691695759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-lor.html' title='Okay lor'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6248418044394771985</id><published>2009-07-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:45:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SlBKnSBnPRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8B0HBdKrL4o/s1600-h/No_time_for_me_by_Lexxen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354861995657477394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SlBKnSBnPRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8B0HBdKrL4o/s320/No_time_for_me_by_Lexxen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanted anything the way I want You;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello diary, today is gym day with bells. :) Happygirl123. Well, Ill update again later in the night. I think you guys should go take a break from all the geography,bio,maths,chem shit and take a look at KK and Paul videos, it is hilarious to the max. KK is damn hot. Well that explains why she won S Factor. Haha! Sometimes I wonder is it a good thing or bad thing that some things happen. To me now currently, its a good thing. Haha ok now Im going to just you know, catchup on studies a little bit? Discipline needs to be installed in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Yes to Subway :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6248418044394771985?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6248418044394771985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6248418044394771985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SlBKnSBnPRI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8B0HBdKrL4o/s72-c/No_time_for_me_by_Lexxen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8773816084597910478</id><published>2009-07-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:53:00.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your words soft and sweet because you might have to eat them one day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkzUHik43dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/J4Mu-UIHL3w/s1600-h/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353887283042377170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkzUHik43dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/J4Mu-UIHL3w/s320/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I honestly hope that incident really enlightened you like you said it did. I was angry, was pissed, wish I could just stabbed you in the heart but so what, it wouldn't change you. All these years don't you feel any pinch of guilt? Of what you did to all your friends? You count, count those that you've betrayed, count those that when they fall you joined the larger gang to go against them. You were never there for anyone. All these years in PL primary and PL secondary, did you really make any true friends? Yes? No? Im sure some of yr friends, like me, have been there for you. I know you dont treasure friends, I know you inside out, we've known each other for 3 fucking years. I spent almost every day with you. But still, I used to wanna be the one you'll treasure becos I do, as a friend. But instead, you betrayed me, stepped me down when Im already down. People tell me, this kind of friend throw away also cannot recycle. Even though I really detest you after what you did to me but how long can I keep up with this hatred? At the end of the day I know Ill only be disappointed and sad because we used to be such great friends. My whole secondary school life, all are almost spent with you and Im sure you can still remember the fun we used to have. How you pulled me back when I was doing naughty stuffs. How we used to hang out at kovan macs everyday. I mean, do you have feelings at all? You are totally like a cold blooded person, you can betray anyone you know, you can bitch about anyone. You can just throw a friendship away just like that. Does friends really have such little significant to you? I can forget about what you did to me but I can never, never Forgive you. Likewise, I will never wish to continue our friendship either becos &lt;strong&gt;You don't deserve any friends&lt;/strong&gt;. You jolly well know it that you treat people like tools. Please dont continue scaring people by saying you go to church every sunday. Because despite God's words, you are still a horrible person. You are so damnit bitchy in school. I really hope you can get enlightened man, be a less bitchy girl and I hope to see your halo instead of your horns. &lt;strong&gt;AMEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know your definition of 'I Love You' but take all these words back because you never meant it at all. Dont just say it and throw them to my face. If this thing never happened, Id never see this side of you. You want the truth, is the truth so fucking important? Is it the truth you wanna know? I won't deny the impact you had on my life but I will move on because I know what you did behind my back and I wont bear any grudges against you because I have better things to remember. I know you're emotionally challenged, whenever I see your stress I want to be there but I know how my limited my effort could be. When things have came to this stage, One thing we can never deny is the impossibility of us become the same again. Not just you, it isnt just you, I don't wish to either. I miss you but I gotta be realistic. I know how contradicting and how hypocritical you can get. I can never trust you the same again, same to goes to most out there. You are sensible but at the same time you get influenced too easily. You dont have your own stand, so all the best to you. Up till now, I wanna say this to your face, I never regret a single thing that happened, not a single one. Cos I finally see who are the true ones and of cos the superficial ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like a eraser, Ill erase both of you out of my life. I dont see how much both of you worth, cos at the end of the day, its like a worthless investment. I dont wanna burn my fingers again. But anyway I still wish to see you succeed, see you go where you wanna go. See your dreams come true cos you deserve it, you worked hard for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so much better, everything I wanna say, is out.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sure the latest incident hit most quite badly and now we all know how friendship problems can really make sucha great impact on someone. Life and Death matter. So, its not too late to come to your senses now if you havent been treating your friends well. Today, I woke up feeling weird... prolly cos of the visit of Mr. 37.4 degree celcius. Headed off to meet bells and Jo at 2 plus and damnit it was raining! I had to run like a moron. Okay our topics are quite random today~ I can only recall us talking about some, &lt;em&gt;"girlstuff"&lt;/em&gt; HAHA WHICH IS REALLY FUNNY. And how they con me that Justin is in the toilet. They &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got me, but as we all know, bella suck at lying. Haha so its easy to tell! But I played along in case I hurt her fragile lil heart. HAHAHA and di was in a coma state, so she came around at around 5 pm and gave me a call to let me know shes still alive. Next was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fantastic dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;J!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha the food is damn nice lor even tho he keeps telling me how his grandma can do better at cooking.&lt;strong&gt; J&lt;/strong&gt; is the cutest thing on earth because he doesn't knows how to cut his nails and instead he claims that his biting skills are much better. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;I hate bio&lt;/strong&gt; btw, the Heredity and genes nonsense is driving me crazy, forcing me to tear the text book. I dont even understand la wtbh! As I was flipping thru my textbook, I see all the drawings I felt so sad, it shows that I havent been paying attention in class ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok bye! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before that Letmme show you the great artist work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkzlRldvlNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W3AQ-Ycz950/s1600-h/dora+stupid+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353906147314078930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkzlRldvlNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W3AQ-Ycz950/s320/dora+stupid+drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I understand the confusion in your head. Let me deal with all those question marks. The main point is:&lt;strong&gt; Shes trying to tell me shes addictive&lt;/strong&gt;. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHAHAHAHAA!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8773816084597910478?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8773816084597910478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8773816084597910478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/keep-your-words-soft-and-sweet-because.html' title='Keep your words soft and sweet because you might have to eat them one day.'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkzUHik43dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/J4Mu-UIHL3w/s72-c/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7743660442324984111</id><published>2009-07-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:26:02.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can be so mean when I wanna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am capable of really anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today my day was sorta spolied by the slightest news of the disgusting fool. But overall it was brighten up by my J. So I dont give a damn bout how you, everyone out there feel about my bf, because its mine not yours. So if you dont like it, then so what? What has it gotta do with you. This is not singapore idol, need votings to decide the damn winner. One more thing to highlight, hey you sucker, its not my damn fault that you're born like &lt;em&gt;this (I so badly wanna define 'this' but I can't be mean) &lt;/em&gt;and its not my fault that no one wants you? So c'mon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROW UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, SRSLY TWO WORDS FOR YOU,GROW UP. Miss.contradictingbbitch. No one is afraid of you and no one is giving you two damns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days Ive been knocking out at 3 am or even later which isn't a good thing. I ate 5, 5 ice creams just now. Ive never ate 5 at one go before. Well, the ice cream is just soo... addictive? I really eat A LOT today. Damn it. Tomorrow will be a good day even though I dread it, at least I get to see &lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt;when I step out of the house! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I take O lvls next year ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7743660442324984111?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7743660442324984111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7743660442324984111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-be-so-mean-when-i-wanna-be-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6831174992484643456</id><published>2009-06-29T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:49:39.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M18&lt;/span&gt;, STRONGLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. 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My baby sexy fo sure~ (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoS1QU5pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yqz-zKwKNMU/s1600-h/IMG_3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352783567360681618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoS1QU5pI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yqz-zKwKNMU/s320/IMG_3233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at the loving couple, sitting together, watching the amazing view, awaiting for the arrival of the beautiful sunset~ side by side, together......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what J did......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoTYyDJEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o8zopEzNbJg/s1600-h/IMG_3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352783576897365058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoTYyDJEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/o8zopEzNbJg/s320/IMG_3234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoTjpr7-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/hs8NODw4ZCs/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His mind is always filled with creative ideas. HAHAHA Ok la actually the crabs are already dead you see. I dont know which asshole put em' there for display so nice Justin decided to bury them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we met a cat!!!! This is not just a CAT, this is like the re-born of justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoTjpr7-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/hs8NODw4ZCs/s1600-h/IMG_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352783579815079906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoTjpr7-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/hs8NODw4ZCs/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why? Just look, they always do the same action, have the same thinking. Not twins then what, eh even twins also wont like that ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like father like son moment 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Skjpgnlh6bI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ci97rqszfwk/s1600-h/IMG_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352784903721314738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Skjpgnlh6bI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ci97rqszfwk/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like father like son moment 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Skjpgd1ZNBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WZvNUNMYa-c/s1600-h/IMG_3247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352784901103498258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/Skjpgd1ZNBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WZvNUNMYa-c/s320/IMG_3247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjpgxjT50I/AAAAAAAAAPk/jap32jxiyLo/s1600-h/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352784906396362562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjpgxjT50I/AAAAAAAAAPk/jap32jxiyLo/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really don't know what is he thinking....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(D cup right J)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjphPlgmuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pI4Y4RGrGdg/s1600-h/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352784914458647266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjphPlgmuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/pI4Y4RGrGdg/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K la don't so bad, this is the caring side of him. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UNTIL &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the cat nearly scratch him then he dont care the cat alr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So met up with J in the morning and we went to Kovan's kfc, he is &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; adorable you know why? Cos when he eat the chicken halfway, with his cute little fingers, he wiped them on my fingers. &lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;adorable right? I just love him so much. Haha so we spend our day at Punggol end until the weather decided to chase us away, so we went to Punggol park and there~ we met that adorable cat! Haha it just happen to be there! So cute. So fated with Justin (: After that we went to find edna lu lu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, if you're reading this J, Im terribly sorry to make you wait for 1 hr. I swear its not my fault, its just that FNN is just taking my time away :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, darling Justin if you're reading this, please stop littering because I strongly believe one day we will get fine. I know your luck is extremely good but mine's not :( So start a new habit, a rubbish bin is there for a reason. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha you know when the rubbish bin is like just right next to him, instead of the rubbish bin, he throw things out of the window. Hahaha very funny yes. Wait till his rubbish lands on someone. But I dont think he cares anyway. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; I hope you get well soon love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6831174992484643456?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6831174992484643456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6831174992484643456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-people-wait-lifetime-for-moment.html' title='Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SkjoSm2BSZI/AAAAAAAAAO0/pgb1JFssE-c/s72-c/IMG_3224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-634475835416486070</id><published>2009-06-26T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:13:57.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A quick update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today world war 4. Obviously I cant say it here. Im so freaking exhausted and I swear Kovan macs air con is like free one. The living example of antartica. Polar can't even tahan. Tomorrow I gonna bring gloves. Actually I also dont know this blog for what one. I will post more pictures. SWEAR! When I bring handsome out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-634475835416486070?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/634475835416486070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/634475835416486070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-one.html' title='Quick one'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4364121457836587026</id><published>2009-06-25T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:08:25.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle for less, ready for more</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Im just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im so scared, but I don't show it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially the day I touched my books. Im quite proud of myself but then its not enough. Met&lt;strong&gt; J&lt;/strong&gt; in the afternoon then off to meet di the moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok you know what....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: I dreamt that my dog answered the phone&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dogs can't answer phones. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Why dogs cannot answer phones?&lt;br /&gt;Me: You asking me WHY -&lt;em&gt;sacarstically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot: Yah, why cannot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she starts to explain her theory of dogs using their paws to answer phones. Im quite speechless but then you see. You just have to accept your friends for who they are. You know why Im blogging, because today, I called my mom and tell her that Ill be home a lil late cos I was with di waiting for her dad. So being nice I asked what she wanna eat thinking shell say no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST BIGGEST MISTAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She happily told me what SHE and my dad AND my brother AND RP wanna eat. So I have to buy em' all. The worst is I have to seperate the laksa soup and the noodles. Total up: &lt;strong&gt;8 packets&lt;/strong&gt; of food. I look amazingly unglamorously retarded. Really. I put everything into a F21 plastic bag, I STILL look retarded.. BUT THEN not THAT retarded having to carry two BIG packets of LAKSA. Thats not the worst, I have to walk to the bus stop and when I reached I just missed all 3 of my buses, thats not the worst, I was scared the F21 plastic bag would tear so I decided to take the MRT, you know laksa is just cook one right, its DAMN HOT and I have to carry it a distance away from my leg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go imgaine how retarded I look. I have to carry a big plastic bag and thats enough BUT I have to like carry it a distance away from my leg, you know how retarded its that!!! GO AND PICTURE IT!&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;Yes, so have you picture it. And no thats not the worst. The WORST is, when I was waiting at the traffic, I put the plastic down (&lt;em&gt;but holding the handle la of cos if not the whole 8 packets of laksa will pingpongpiang on the floor)&lt;/em&gt;, THEN an aunty came up to me and asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'girl ah, gang gang cong camp hui lai ah?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(just came back from camp?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, &lt;strong&gt;OMG, SO THATS HOW I LOOK WHEN I WAS IN THE MRT&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I smiled and nodded my head. Then what am I supposed to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mei you la, wo de mama jiao wo mai laksa then hen duo suo yi wo quan bu fang zai yi ke zi dai, wo kute mah'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very lazy translate. Go figure out. I was sooooooooo embarassed la. Walau. Damn angry can. I was thinking to myself &lt;em&gt;if anyone piss me off now I will smack the laksa packets at their face&lt;/em&gt;. And I will tell my mom that someone attempted to molest me so I used the laksa as a weapon. But obviously, SADLY, no one piss me off. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Im going to xiaxue's blog :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4364121457836587026?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4364121457836587026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4364121457836587026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/settle-for-less-ready-for-more.html' title='Settle for less, ready for more'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3305208945607312460</id><published>2009-06-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:51:39.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEVEN THINGS YOU WILL FIND IN YOUR ROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. Laptop&lt;br /&gt;2. Bed&lt;br /&gt;3. Books&lt;br /&gt;4. Lola&lt;br /&gt;5. Computer chair&lt;br /&gt;6. Light saber&lt;br /&gt;7. Spealers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RELATIONSHIP QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do You Like Anyone? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does Someone Like You? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Kiss? Hahaha today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Been Lead On? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Been Cheated On? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Want A Relationship? In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wanna Get Married? Dont mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT:&lt;br /&gt;1. FOOD&lt;br /&gt;2. Parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Music&lt;br /&gt;4. Phone&lt;br /&gt;5. Talking&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Last but not least, most importantly, J. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS ON YOUR MIND:&lt;br /&gt;1. Why he bathe so long one&lt;br /&gt;2. Should I buy donuts tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;3. What to wear&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping soon or not&lt;br /&gt;5. Can my dad stop snoring&lt;br /&gt;6. Wanna be skinnier&lt;br /&gt;7. But hungry already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN OTHER THINGS - DO YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. Believe In God? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had A Dream Come True? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read The Newspaper? HAHA NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get Enough Sleep Everyday? Yeahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have A Best Friend? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take A Bath Daily? No I bathe annually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wish On Stars? No i cannot differentiate stars and planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Fallen In Love? Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kissed Someone Of The Same Sex? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hooked Up With Someone Who Had A BF/GF? Im not a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Been To A Bonfire? Wtf is bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ran Away From Home? Then eat what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Played Strip Poker? HAHAHAH YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pulled An All Nighter? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS IN THE LAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cried? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had Fun? Yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been Kissed? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Felt Stupid? Yeah but, so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talked To An Ex? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Missed Someone? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Listened To Music? My dad snoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED : ANGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are You Currently Mad At Someone? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which Of Your family Members Has The Worst temper? My mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have You Ever Thrown Something At Anyone? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does Your Face Turn Red When You’re Angry? How i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When You’re Mad Do You Prefer To Stare Angrily Or Yell? Yell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE : EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Has Anyone Ever Thrown A Surprise Party For You? Yeah!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are You Easily Excited? YES HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What Event Is Coming Up That You Are Looking Forward To? TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If You Won A Million Dollars, What Will Be Your First Thought? Shopping, pay people to kill D and J(not my love), give my mom half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What Would Make You The Happiest Right Now? For Os to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW : SELF DISCOVERY&lt;br /&gt;1. Full Name: LPXJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: 7 march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s Your Main Goal In Life? Be who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do You Want To Have Children? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How Do You Want To Die? Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE : SADNESS&lt;br /&gt;1. When Is The Last Time You Cried? Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What Is The Saddest Thing That Is Happening Right Now? abit obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do You Usually Cry/Get Depressed When Something Doesn’t Happen Your Way? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Has Anyone Made You Cry In The Last 24 Hours? Haha no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When You Are Sad, What Do You Do? Listen to sad songs make myself even sadder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINK : LOVE&lt;br /&gt;1. Do You Have A Crush On One Of Ur Friend? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do You Believe At Love At First Sight? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When You See Your Crush, Do You Act Differently Around Him/Her? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do You Have A Girlfriend/Boyfriend? Bf yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do You Believe Everyone Has A Soulmate? Guess so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GOODNIGHT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3305208945607312460?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3305208945607312460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3305208945607312460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/seven-things-you-will-find-in-your-room.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4699428256669341555</id><published>2009-06-21T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:30:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But its harder to hold on to your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the hands of time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly got the strong vibe to blog. Anyway, I haven't been catching up with the world. Pretty much in my own world with my love. Guess everyone's the same too? (: When I think about it. Except for dora in her own sleeping world. Time to snap her out of her dreamland and remind her that O's is coming and its less than 3 months. To remind myself too. Honestly speaking I haven't been studying. I lost the kick, in fact, I lost it pretty long ago. Its different from N's. I didn't put in all my effort for Ns and I dont want the same thing to happen for O's. K la anyway words are just words. They dont mean a thing until you show it. Like what that contradicting asshole say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wanna change"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna be bitchy anymore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblah, in the end leh, also one great major loser bitch. I wonder what did she learn in school. All the christian shit. Bullshit. If theres a reason for me to doubt God, itll be her. Time to digress from that disgusting subject, in case my mood gets bad today. I wanna go sentosa ): I see ryn pictures like damn fun like that. Haha. Im in a extremely good mood becos I just went to cotton on body to buy bras. Woah, sales rocks man, honestly. If only I can be like Xiaxue take picture and post, but laziness is taking over me. (: Oh yes, today fathers day! I went out with &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; in the afternoon to punggol end, it was fun and relaxing!! Beaches are the best places to relax anyway (: Haha, thanks &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;. You made my day today. Ok, infact everyday.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkkk byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4699428256669341555?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4699428256669341555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4699428256669341555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/bitch.html' title='Bitch'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-40722383680945867</id><published>2009-06-17T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:42:45.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thunder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Thats taking me to places that I didnt want to go, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Today in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;Im holding on to something and I do not know why I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation; what Im feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe theres a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know youre unlike any other?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youll always be my &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;thunder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I dont wanna ever love another&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to start and tell me something I dont know, whoa&lt;br /&gt;Today Im on my own&lt;br /&gt;I cant move a muscle and I cant pick up the phone, I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm itching for the tall grass&lt;br /&gt;And longing for the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I need to step outside, just to see if I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe theres a way out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know youre unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Im walking on a tightrope&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrapped up in vines&lt;br /&gt;I think Ill make it out but you just gotta give me time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strike me down with lightning&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you in my veins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Thats taking me to places that I didnt want to go, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know youre unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know youre unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh baby bring on the pain&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the thunder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will roll my eyes so hard it'll roll next to pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Genting trip. The weather there is cold, good. Now back to reality. Days there are especially great cos its with Justin. Haha k la, di I know you gonna go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'CCB, go there never think of me! dont want me alr la'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la of cos not. I got buy nice things for you. Hahaha, even tho the journey there is tough but its worth it. All the fun and memories etched in my mind now. I feel weird homed la. I feel weird without You by my side. Ok now when I think of studies, I want to faint. Bio SS Geog Chem Maths all disappeared from my mind. Time to catch up man. Anyway I bought a damn gorgeous heels. Think of it high alr. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok damn lazy to blog alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im so scared but I don't show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-40722383680945867?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/40722383680945867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/40722383680945867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-boundaries.html' title='No boundaries'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-922586950767958317</id><published>2009-06-01T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:10:56.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You either have the ability to decipher or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDITED/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be long but I realised something about everyone. This hit many's walls but I dont really blame anyone but myself for it. I hate all the deceptive fronts. I mean come on, show it. Its not like I dont know you know. If you can't accept it then I can't do anything more about it right. Everyone got different point of pespectives, that I really know. The hardest is to put down yours and try to understand others's perspective. Many will tend to stick to their own and then fight to win. This is not a war even if you do know two point of views, so what, really. Move on, Im not a superstar neither am I a topic that will come out for O's. Why waste your time racking your brains for me, I appreciate that but again, for what? Sooner or later youre gonna put it down because I already did. What happened already happened, You made mistakes too, we all know it. It is just the degree of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such thing as &lt;em&gt;'I rape some other girl, AT LEAST I NEVER RAPE MY SISTER RIGHT!'&lt;/em&gt;. Oh yes, at least you didnt but whats the difference, you raped. The law doesnt have categories for these. I dont understand why is some people so superficial? Yes, crowds make you famous but so? They dont make you rich, they dont score you all A1s for O lvls. They dont determine your future. I was really affected about it initially, I breakdown, I was really pessimistic but as days goes by, Im really immune to this whole thing. Because hey, life still goes on. I still need to take my O lvls. If I am given a chance to retake my PSLE, I would. Before I tell myself &lt;em&gt;'If I am given a chance to retake my O lvls I wld'&lt;/em&gt;, I want to really give my best so when that day really comes, I know at least I tried, so even if Im given the chance, Id still achieve the same marks. So what if this time you left me when I was down, I can't possibly hate you for life. So what if you created rumours about me, I can't possibly hate you for life. You look at me in the 'Oh man shes so poor thing... she got NO friends' look &lt;strong&gt;but I look at you with the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'You let God down because you are a major disgrace, whatever you did was even more disgusting than me'&lt;/em&gt; look. I changed. But what about you. To add on, you dont even feel that you're in the wrong well at least I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure its an easy task to go around telling people what happened. Is it really important for both sides? Is it just an excuse to follow the crowd? Because Im not in school. I dont hold a place. So you're afraid to go against the larger gang. Honestly this 3 years of friendship is really wasted, tremendously. I feel that its a waste of my time to care about you, this is mean, I know. But Im not taking it back because I really do feel so. At the end of the day, You Don't Even Dare To Talk To Me. I know you inside out but how much do you know about me? I know what matters to you. I know at the end of the day, you won't even keep in contact with her. You will eventually do the same to most of your friends. Bitch, Insult them BUT contradictingly, you talk to them. You dont want anyone to hate you but you dislike most of them. You have issues with most people. You think shes fat, you think shes stupid, you think she thinks highly of herself. The list goes on. When you tell me your thoughts, one word, 'Hypocrite'&lt;strong&gt; but&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;did I leave you?&lt;/em&gt; Did I reprimand you or anything. No I didnt. Cos simply, I loved you. I know some things are nature. I cant force you to be perfect so why not I accept you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have something bad installed in them, because thats what makes the world a better place. You learn how to change it, you KNOW how to be a better person. If God made you perfect, you will never know what is mistake, standing up, staying strong. We live for a reason. Its not that I thank God that this happened but I dont blame him either because despite such strong hit, Im still happy. If you dont trust me, then its okay. It doesnt matter because if my words dont weigh in the first place it will never, forever. If you doubt me, it is okay too because so what? What can I do about it. Yeah maybe Ill grumble and stay grumpy for 3 seconds and starts looking for food after that. Thank you for those who really stood by me. Im sorry if I got you hated because of me. I am really guilty for that. My bad. But anyway, why do you need those friends for? Unless, you are sure that you dont make mistakes at all. Even if they hate you, so what. At least you dont do what they do. You have more than what it takes to despise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you make any nasty comments about me, you yourself don't mistakes before? Smoking is very cool, oooooh indeed. Take it back dude, we all know how smokers are treated. We dont go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'OH NB CCB HE DAMN FUCKING COOL SIA, SMOKE LEH'&lt;/em&gt; die earlier yes la. Why make such a big fuss over me when you yourself perhaps is nothing better? Yes the degree is definitely different. What I did was worse but that doesnt erase what you did. So if you make mistakes before then maybe you should think twice becos when you say those things, I was just thinking about your disgraceful acts. Hmmmm, I wonder if you'd be embarrassed to announce it out loud to everyone on the cyberweb. No I am not a bitch like that but anyway I dont have be that one to do that dirty job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything out. So, if you dont like what I say, its just too bad because I dont like what you say too but so? Too bad for me too. But its not that bad for me cos I dont give a damn. If you wanna hold a different impression of me just because of what they say then ok, I cant do much about it. Haha what can I expect of from most? Humans are eventually, Humans. You dont know anything until You know everything but then again, who are You to know everything. Just cos of one sentence 'I need to know both sides'? Then go fuck yourself right in the hole or ask another guy to do it because I dont see a need to tell you. Anyway, I lie what don't I? Took this from the rumours. So what for baby, what for. I can feel barriers, you bet I can. So if You suddenly turn a cold shoulder towards me, Ill eventually back off before you even do so. I know my stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna highlight this, before you point your fingers at others, &lt;strong&gt;Take a look at yourself first&lt;/strong&gt;. You sin too, lets say lesbianism. Whats worst. Lesbianism is one of the worst sin in the bible, you're not any better. I let God down but I change, how about you dude. Ok stealing. You sure you have NEVER stole? You know I know you did. But did I blogged about it and broadcast it? Ok, besides stealing. Smoking? You all know what shameless things you have done. So before you criticise me, Take A Look At Yourself First. You know things dont go like this &lt;em&gt;'Oh what she did was worst than me man so I can say her whatever'&lt;/em&gt;, you did it means you did it. You sinned too, so what gives you the rights to say me? I have no intentions to go to this extend but You guys went overboard. &lt;strong&gt;Everyone makes mistakes, Move On.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bells&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt; I thank God for you. I never expected it to be you when I fall. Neverthelessly, I appreciate and treasure you. Cos you could have leave easily too but you didnt. Love you long time gorgeous :) Not forgetting Fabulous and handsome too. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-922586950767958317?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/922586950767958317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/922586950767958317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to You'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8038510086299547749</id><published>2009-05-31T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:42:03.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naive</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life is a maze, Love is a riddle;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Ya okay I know, chinese O's tomorrow but I want to take a little break from it. This blog damnnnn old ttm already, swear. I was reading my past posts and I think I used to be a girl with limited patience. Ummm not like it makes a difference now. Haha and to add on to my past, I used to be a really happy girl. Yes, Im not that happy now. No, its not becos of my incident its the mere facts that hit me about my friends. If only there is a past tense for the word 'friends'. So but anyway, I am already on my guard of the friends I will make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, yesterday was one of the worsttttt day I ever had, and the day I realised the true colours of KIDS, no really. They're the weirdest things on earth, they have alot of psychological barriers, WHERE GOT PILLOW HARD ONE!!!!! My pillow is ok one lor, made of 100% cotton hor. Nb, Jean Perry leh! Branded one he still complain!!!! Thats not the worst, my mom and dad went to play mahjong so he wanted their bed then my mom say ok lor, see him small let him. Then he dont want, he want MY bed. Then I let him, after that he dont want, he want my brother's bed then my brother wanted to whack the shit out of him but I stopped him, duh. Then he said he wanted to go home, I agreed (OF COS LA) when I was packing his stuff, he tell me he dont want to go home alr. WOAH I TELL YOU... okok nvrm. I asked him where he want to sleep then he say he can sleep on the floor since derek dont want to let him sleep on his bed.. &lt;em&gt;(I told myself that if he asked me to read story to him I will punch him to sleep)&lt;/em&gt; after I put the mattress, lay the blanket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;/strong&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;"JIEJIE, I WANT TO GO HOME"&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;Wah I tell you, me and auntie cabbed him home. Kao before that he still ask me to refill the waterbottle cos he thirsty, I dont know he camel or what know, he want 2 bottles of water, 2 leh. His house no water meh. He so small drink so much water!! But I still have to do it cos he's so damn young, have to give in right or not. My mom smart la, throw him to me. I secretly swore to myself that I will never give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( So, I did not have a good sleep. I took panadol somemore cos my head was spinning like F1 racing cars. Bye, I need to study for chinese, cannot play already. Pictures tomorrow!!!! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I wasn't born with That talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8038510086299547749?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8038510086299547749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8038510086299547749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/naive.html' title='Naive'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3681764631971396676</id><published>2008-12-27T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:23:18.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOZZIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://459messages.livejournal.com/"&gt;Http://459messages.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to relink me la. I will switch back sooner or later. LOL but it wouldnt be so sooooon so yep. Anyway click twice only what right. Jlpx then 459messages. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha bye blogger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3681764631971396676?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3681764631971396676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3681764631971396676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/yozzie.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-2558588190950709557</id><published>2008-12-26T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:21:04.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yozzup peeps. Nats parttaye today! Ok before that ah, I went to PS alone, I tell you I thought it was alright BUT ITS NOT, I WAS HAVING A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAIR DAY, I dont know how unglam I looked and I dont know how many eyes got injured. I kept going to the wrong direction! I am damn&lt;em&gt; kekapeepee&lt;/em&gt;. After that I waited for zabs my dearest girl to come, I ATE&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;ALONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; BEFORE THAT, But I called dora, I needed someone there! Omgosh then after that zabs came, Jaaziel came after that! So we headed to natsy house, bear is very welcoming as usual~ Haha chickswing was great! Thanks Tess/daren/Nats, whoever that cooked it. Unlike Jemmie, sit there and do nothing. Haha&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cooked marshmallow, it was like&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; DAMN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NICE LA, everyone fight for it, queue up while I was bbq-ing it somemore!!~~~ K la I exagerrated&lt;em&gt; abit.&lt;/em&gt; Haha It was fun x10000000000! Hahaha anyways~ there was Jaaziel, Zabs, Nats, Yan, Tess, Jem, Daren, Benjamin and Delon!&lt;strong&gt; Fun&lt;/strong&gt; shit la please. Pictures pictures pictures pictures pictures~~ Haha I hope nats upload them :( Like we all ah conquered 99% of her cam space. Take like free one. Okok bye the pretty needs her sleep ;) HAHA CIAO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't hold it back&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm so addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Cravings attack&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get closer to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm in withdrawl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're away&lt;br /&gt;I just want you here with me boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-2558588190950709557?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2558588190950709557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2558588190950709557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecstasy.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3231874725661728903</id><published>2008-12-24T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:48:34.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more days 2008 will end. This year ain't the worst year, 2007 was much more worst. I guess its really really the time to get over whatever that happened in 2008. Its really time to forget and put down the 'past'. Even tho it was just recently. Its time to move on to 2009. At the end of the day, Its back to square one. I wasted &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; years, &lt;strong&gt;2 golden years&lt;/strong&gt; on&lt;em&gt; ridiculous&lt;/em&gt; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How well do I actually know you? Well but not well enough, long but not long enough to know who is the one that lives in You heart. At the end of the day, I realised, I only know what you're trying to put off, I dont know you at all. You didnt waste your time at all, You used it wisely, but whereas me, I totally have no idea what the hell was I doing. You know when I look back now, its as tho I've lost my soul at that point of time. I dont even know why am I doing all those. They don't make sense to me. All the things I've seen, they were the living evidence. I remember telling you once You're the best I ever had but I really wish to take it all back now, You're the worst lover one could ever had, &lt;strong&gt;You don't know how to make Your love happy&lt;/strong&gt;, You gave them&lt;strong&gt; insecurities&lt;/strong&gt;, You can &lt;strong&gt;never secure&lt;/strong&gt; your the other half, You &lt;strong&gt;don't know how to love&lt;/strong&gt;, You&lt;strong&gt; flirt&lt;/strong&gt;, You&lt;strong&gt; cheat&lt;/strong&gt;, You &lt;strong&gt;break people's heart&lt;/strong&gt;, You &lt;strong&gt;don't know how to be a lover&lt;/strong&gt;, You're Damn&lt;strong&gt; indecisive&lt;/strong&gt;, Your &lt;strong&gt;friends control your decisions&lt;/strong&gt;, You &lt;strong&gt;follow the crowd&lt;/strong&gt;, You&lt;strong&gt; play&lt;/strong&gt; and You &lt;strong&gt;broke too many hearts,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its right that You're heartbroken now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its just your retribution. You can trust me on this, all Your ex will regret making You their decision, Im not trying to put you down this badly but its the facts that Im trying to say. I don't bother to hate You because there will be others doing so. A person like You deserve more than a post like this. My best christmas gift is to know that You got what you deserved, even tho its absolutely nothing compared to mine, but its still feels good to know that you finally get a taste of your own medicine. I hope you love my "gift" too k. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really one happy christmas. Even tho my ulcer is killing me. As usual, so many messages chionging in to my phone. But its really shiok to see &lt;strong&gt;'15 messages received'&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. Next time ah, Im gonna force my bf to send me 100 messages on &lt;em&gt;Valentine's day, My birthday, Chinese new year, Good friday, April 1st, Hari raya, Deepavali, Christmas&lt;/em&gt; etetetc... JUST KIDDING. Haha on my birthday will do. So sweet right! :) OKAY, TOMORROW GOT CAKE TO EAT :D I always look forward to my birthday and christmas. Cos always got cakes to eat. Its not that I can't buy them on normal days but the feeling is just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet everyone at orchard now is happily getting molested and sprayed, while burglars are happily invading their homes away. Haha I got home early today, NOT TO PROTECT MY HOUSE LA haha, but cos I was tired also and nowhere to go. Everywhere so crowded. I rather go home, with my virginity intact. HAHAHAHAHAHA K LA I MAKE IT SOUND SO BAD but really lor, I always hear girl's breast kena squeeze all that. Sick. I think government should implement a policy of death penalty for porn. Then maybe the world could be a happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my blog very interesting right! right right right right!!&lt;em&gt; (Trying to copy _'s ego)&lt;/em&gt; K LA byebye. Luv you all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3231874725661728903?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3231874725661728903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3231874725661728903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-in-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6288449093394187034</id><published>2008-12-23T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:52:11.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;See You In My Nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH FRIENDSTER. Stop sending me porn people. Not like I never see boobs and asses before right. OK HI, everywhere is so crowded, like what the shit right can't even breathe already people still squeeze. K lah, fine Ill get over it, Its singapore right what to do. I haven't even shop for MY stuffs!!!! I wish I could hibernate myself at some cave for 3 days. Then I could avoid being squeeze and can shop in peace after that. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I WENT OUT ALONE. SO COOL HOR. But in the end I gave up. I keep walking the wrong way I swear people thinks Im weird. Im damnnnnnnnnn embarrassed ok. :( But ok lah, I think its better to shop alone. Haha, at least you dont have to like feel bad to make your friend wait for you while you change or what right. Okok Bye I gonna find something fun to do. I want to make more friends leh, I feel so friendless. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAIBAI. CANT WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO REOPEN, Hahaha Cant wait to laugh at the new batch of noobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT. JUST NOW I DID A DAMN QUIZ 'What kind of person will You fall in love with' THEN AH GUESS WHATS THE ANSWER?&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;strong&gt;NO ONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the shit right. Hahahaha I wanted to throw my computer out of my window. OH OH OH KNOW WHAT, I JUST WENT TO SOMEONE'S BLOG AND SHE IS DAMN EGO, I SWEAR SHE IS DAMN. Like 'Oh because Im like&lt;em&gt; quite&lt;/em&gt; pretty la' SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I bet she wanna write &lt;em&gt;damn &lt;/em&gt;but paiseh la, humble, ACT HUMBLE. But not working tho. Like she meant it leh, shes not kidding know. She gives me... um.... goosebumps. She really think she damn pretty can.. HOW I DAMN STRESS. Can I just tell her shes not so she could stop killing everyone with her egoness.. KKKKK JUSTTT KIDDING. Bye shan't waste my precious youth reading her blog, anwy all she does is just beating around the bush trying to express her "beauty".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6288449093394187034?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6288449093394187034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6288449093394187034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/see-you-in-my-nightmares.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6648024180683825696</id><published>2008-12-21T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:03:25.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;YO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn happy now. This week is going to be a happy week before school starts. I can foresee myself dozing off while Mrs Lee is giving her Start Of Year Long Talk. Ok lah, I get to see my F-f-f-f-f-f-ffffavourite girls. Good enough. Hahaha I think Im insane, Im actually quite excited to be in school. AND IM RE SETTING &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Im still going to &lt;strong&gt;study hard&lt;/strong&gt; for O's!&lt;br /&gt;2) I will learn I SAID &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEARN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how to not look like Im ready to kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Temper management&lt;/strong&gt;, Yes&lt;br /&gt;4) Not eat like a monster still remains&lt;br /&gt;5) THE THING I WANNA CHANGE IS, I don't wanna try to be nicer!!&lt;br /&gt;6) NOT GET MY UNIFORM CONFSCATED&lt;br /&gt;7) This entire 2008 year, my uniform was never confiscated. Damn proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;8) Im going to be nicer to the General office people.&lt;br /&gt;9) NEVER, NEVER NEVER LET A TEACHER GET HER WAY WHEN IM NOT IN THE WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;10) Stop going Perszzie so many times a day&lt;br /&gt;11) Bring tie every monday. Guess what, I got 7 ties now. WHOO HOO AND I NEVER PAID ANY SINGLE CENT FOR IT WHEN I BORROW FROM THE PREFECTS CORNER~ Thats why I say, theres always an advantage of looking fierce.&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;Be early&lt;/strong&gt; for school always~&lt;br /&gt;13) I &lt;strong&gt;won't be so rebellious&lt;/strong&gt;. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKOK NO MORE TROUBLES IN 2009. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough troubles created this year already. Its time I really keep myself away from troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss toh lili leh. Walau her service best can. She always believe whatever I say, or at least she acts like she does. But whatever I like it! Okok enough of school nonsense. Im stressing of what to buy and stuffs, Im running out of time, I realised. Cos like christmas eve and christmas the streets is filled with people, best day for burglars to attack. K la kidding don't scared. Then ah everything push to tomorrow can. Thinking of tomorrow scares me a little. :( I got so many things to do la. I wish I can spilt myself into 4. Actually I not very excited for christmas. Im more excited for school! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UCLER IN MY MOUTH IS KILLING ME SILENTLY!!!!!! Wah siao, its like dwekjnwkefnwenfwieurhfwefkjdzzzzzz-zzzzzzzz pain. Screw the chewing gum, I accidentally chewed off a piece of my meat on my cheek inside my mouth. Damn angry with myself can! I cant even eat in peace. EAT LEH, food is my life. Tsk. Bai, going to sleep. Need to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I FOUND A SONG THAT I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS - GIVES YOU HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;And it never feels out of place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how bad that tastes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wheres you picket fence love&lt;br /&gt;And wheres that shiny car,&lt;br /&gt;And did it ever get you far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never seem so tense love&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen you fall so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then he's a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Where'd it all go wrong, the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And truth be told I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then he's a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you'll never see, what you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;You can take back your memories they're no good to me&lt;br /&gt;And here's all your lies,&lt;br /&gt;You can look me in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;With that sad sad look that you wear so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then he's a fool, your just as well, hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When hear this song and you start to sing along oh you'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;Then you're the fool, I'm just as well&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell&lt;br /&gt;You can sing along I hope that it will treat you well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you read this blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA THERES REALLY THIS SONG OK. Only the last part I edit abit. :D HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6648024180683825696?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6648024180683825696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6648024180683825696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/yo-i-am-damn-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6792914072839378508</id><published>2008-12-19T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:47:01.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vindicated, I am selfish I am Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers. K la maybe got no one. HAHA anwyyy! Just now my eye lashes dropped inside my eye balls. Wtf! So hard to take out, I practically took my eye ball out and see. Shit it man. Anwy sakae-d with Zaboof thy unglamorous! And then Joelle Caryn and Daniel was there. I think they all can form a clique. HAHA, Went home with caryn. Life's good cos mom's back. KAAAAACHINGGG-GGG-G. :D Time to shop for christmas gifts. Oh my nats throwing a Xmas party. Excitingggggggggg. :D Ok my blog boring like shit I know. Told you I lost my sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS RE-OPENING, MISS ME PEOPLE OUT THERE? Whoever. I can't wait to see the sec 1s. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAIBAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6792914072839378508?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6792914072839378508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6792914072839378508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/vindicated-i-am-selfish-i-am-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3431226444106431227</id><published>2008-12-18T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:45:16.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To God Be The Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I DONT CARE IF YOU THINK ITS NO BIG DEAL, DUDE. FUCK OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!!!!!! Today marks one of the &lt;strong&gt;happiest&lt;/strong&gt; day of my life. &lt;strong&gt;Firstly&lt;/strong&gt;, I get to see all my classmates. I miss them so damn much. &lt;strong&gt;Secondly,&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone passed! We'll still be in the same class!!!! :D&lt;strong&gt; THIRDLY,&lt;/strong&gt; I DID WELL. Ok, Unexpectedly. As You guys can see, Im the most pessimistic animal/mammal alive. I swear I was damn ready to fail so badly Ill prolly go insane after receiving my paper BUT NO, God picked me up from hell to heaven. I prayed ytd night. Anwy, Thanks Livia. There's a reason why I keep having the thought that I couldnt make it. Before N levels, I tell myself I am gonna score 7 points and below. But after N levels, all I was praying is I can get promoted. Its just the confidence I didnt had. After I recieved my results, I thought I was flying. HAHA NAH JUST KIDDING. But I was really really happy. Becos I can finally get off the hook of being under the category 'Kids that can't make it' TO YOUR FACE, I made it. To whoever that thinks I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my secondary school life, I scored 3 A2s. I swear. First time. Alot of people did well, I can feel their joy!!! Haha. I gonna shop for alot of things soon. ;) Yessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt; resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be nicer&lt;br /&gt;2) Have some control over my temper&lt;br /&gt;3) NOT EAT LIKE A MONSTER DURING BREAK&lt;br /&gt;4) At least two As for my term 1!&lt;br /&gt;5) Score as unexpectedly well for O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL YOU WHAT. I AM NOT GONNA CHANGE MY NAUGHTY NATURE. I am still going to rebel and stuffs! But the thing is I want to be a smart naughty girl. ;) HAHAHAHA BAIII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3431226444106431227?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3431226444106431227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3431226444106431227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-god-be-glory.html' title='To God Be The Glory'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-8674050043117259275</id><published>2008-12-17T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:57:18.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO TOMORROW IS THE RELEASE OF RESULTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much so much to say. New year is coming and everything. Never used to feel like this. The feeling of being trapped inside suspense and everything. Last year, we all knew we could make it and we just await for school to reopen and then whine and complain etetc. Whereas now, we wish we could still attend school. Ok la I made it sound so bad but aiya you know, things are just so unpredictable. And honesty if I couldnt make it, how many teachers are gonna sign for me. Practically none, which is not surprising. Arguements with miss Ferng, being late for her lessons. All the nonsense stuffs. But well, guess I wont even go beggin' them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep predicting whats gonna happen tomorrow man. I guess J's right, no one will actually have the mood to ask about other people's results. But at least, dont ask for mine. Im dead serious. Unless Im willing to tell you. Which I guess Ill spend sometime being alone first before I am back to reality. Which I guess you're just diggin' your grave asking lor, people kanchiong spider alr. Aiya no one will ask me one la, my face -_-. Ive never been so scared in my life. Swear to God. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow I didnt blog means YOUKNOWWHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL MISS EVERY SINGLE PRECIOUS GIRL IN 4D2 I FUCKING SWEAR. And Zabs, Nats, Karl, LY, Helena, Lyn, and even justina! I GONNA miss them if I cant make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARLENE YOU KNOW ANOT. I SCARED LEH. I TELL YOU FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakae sushi with, Tau dora helena karlene Jul today. Grow fat and die. Bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-8674050043117259275?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8674050043117259275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/8674050043117259275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-tomorrow-is-release-of-results.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-5068768869919962800</id><published>2008-12-13T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:04:17.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 More Days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days till I see the people I wanna see in school&lt;br /&gt;4 more days till I see the people I wanna kill in school.&lt;br /&gt;4 more days till I finally get to get rid the intense curiosity in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not collecting when everyone is collecting results. Ill go after that. I hate pressures. I dont want to end up yelling at someone who keeps asking for my grades just so to compare or just so to see who is retaining. Mofoz. Of cos some of them care but look not everyone wants to reveal. Im sure. If I retain and people ask me, how am I supposed to answer them? With a smile and say, Oh man, I retaining or going ITE. My mood would already be horribly spoiled to even talk. Im 40% sure Ill jump clarke quay river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im starting to fear. I swear. Besides, its no difference whether I collect that day anot right. I've no mood to care about other peoples grades when mine is worst. Im really really really scared now I swear. My hands are sweating for no reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to recieve any 'Told you to study hard already' comments. I swear Ill set the staff room on fire. I wish Mrs Wong will be there. Cos no matter what only what she says Ill listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-5068768869919962800?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5068768869919962800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5068768869919962800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4122242940138728315</id><published>2008-12-12T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:19:59.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every year I would write a emo touching message for all my friends. But this year, I realised there's only a couple of people I wanna write for. If I didnt list your name it doesnt mean that I dont like you or what. Its just the moments I remember and treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zaboof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always the best person to turn to when one is angry or sad. Cos You never did displayed any emotions that affects people's mood. Even when you yourself at times is as sad. Its really hard to find someone whom I could turn to all the time. I remember when we were in sec 3, the late half of the year, It was the worst period of my life. I swear. And as far as I can remember, Youre one of them that is always there when I needed someone to emo to. Thinking back, Im amazed I didnt drive you crazy with all my emo nonsense. Our school life is almost ending, I have no idea whether we will still be friends all the way until we get married(HAHA) Ok, but then Im sure when Im 25 or so, Id miss the times we get to spend together. Esp those crazy chinese lessons. AND ESP WHEN WE TOP OUR CHINESE CLASS. That was the most classic moment. We recieved stupid comments like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tyco one la"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who you copy from"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You got take the wrong paper not"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really miss chinese lessons now. We all used to hate school but when it ends, we always tend to miss it. I miss assembly. How about this, I miss wearing uniform. I dont know what will really really happen after 6 more days. Im not trying to be pessimistic! But really we wont know. Results are always very unpredictable. So I want you to know that even tho my face in school looks like Im gonna murder someone anytime soon, I still love you alot. Plus you know Youre someone very hard to ignore. I remember once ignoring you, you just practically stood infront of me and wave enthusiastically. No matter how angry am I, you can really make me laugh. Youre always so nice and caring and helpful. Youll make a good mother. HAHAHA. Luv you la. Thanks for meeting me today, and sorry for making you fly over to town when youre at simei. (L) you long long time til the day I die. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jaaziel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my bird Jaaziel. Youre my partner for 2 years already. 2 YEARS. Time really flies right? When we started getting TOGETHER, (HAHAHAHA) we're not very close becos I didnt follow you guys all the time. But this year is really crazy. We rebel, we got into lots and lots of trouble. You remember. I saved you from principle's office. And remember, you stood infront of the parade square hopping mad, then you went into the class complaining cursing the teacher that accused you. I dont know if we'll ever get to stand outside Miss Ferng class again, going toilet until teacher complain again, pon classes again, disturbing people in canteen again, and eating at the coffeeshop under your block again. But I really enjoy those stupid moments. ESP that day when we go to Mediacorp outside to wait for clickfive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha and don't we hate MILK? We love laughing at her. And we're so gonna miss Mrs anguilla I swear. We're gonna miss her. Aiya what happened to our 3 points then photocopy our result slips and stick outside Mrs lee door? Gone down the drain alr T.T I miss you so much, lets meeet up soon okay. BEFORE THE RESULTS OMG. We need to kan chiong together. Yes. You are my partner in crime, we need to go sec 5 to get back those P6 kids we fought with in kovan macs. Remember? I swore for revenge before. So we better get our revenge. HAHAHA. Thanks for everything. You made my school life so colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Livia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Livia. Just, im always looking forward to school because me you and Jaaziel are always disturbing teachers. We just love our form teacher don't we? I miss disturbing them now la. Its a pity that we didnt carry out alot of our plans. You know what I feel like doing. I wanna pierce 9 holes in my ear and walk pass mrs lum. Cos shes driving me nuts with her annoying stares. Even tho we're in different recess gang but you're still my closest friend in class. Even tho you are teachers pet(HAHAHAHAHA) and im not, I still luv you alot and I hope wish pray that we'll still be in the same class next year. Because I miss your out-of-nowhere laughs. We need to go out again. Cos we havent been going out. I really love going recess with you please, because we have alot in common, we love to disturb people in the canteen. I miss all the stare-what-stare wars and all the nonsense we used to do in the canteen. I really miss times with you in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that even tho because its holiday now we cant see each other everyday I stil love you. And I miss everything we do in school. Really everything. We have to much memories. And Im quite sure the teachers will miss us too. HAHAAHAHAHA. Anwy, I hope you are doing fine now yeah. Thank You for being there for me. I love you. Enjoy your holidays okay. 6 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi although time spent with you ain't very long. But it felt like I knew you very long ago. Even tho we got close only during the exam periods but You became one of my closest friend. Someone whom I tell everything to. Like every single thing, when I see cute guy at bus stop or even when Im bored. Everything. Its like you were there always, I dont know whats gonna happen after 5 days. You were there during the brightest moment of my life and of cos my darkest. Even tho I wanna box you for being late, all the time, I still love you no matter what. Cos Youre just so retarded silly and moronic. You always embarrass yourself and of cos embarrass me too when Im with you. But its okay I dont blame you. :) Thanks for accompanying me okay. All the eye candy moments are just the bomb. Ill never forget them. Ill never forget our study sessions too. All of them. They're just one of the best part of my life. Ill never forget and of cos Ill never forget my eye candy either too. HAHA. Ill never forget the girl who is always late and the girl with the 2kg hair. Love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jolyn Yap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I thought of You either. But I love you alot. Incase you didnt know. Youre always telling me what I should do and what I shouldnt do. You are someone I could really really trust. Cos you care for me. :) Thanks for being the alarm clock when I needed one. Youre always so nice, I mean it. Youre straightforward but I love you that way. Youre like an angel but Im not, of cos. But You didnt ditch the devil here. I love you long long long time. And I hope well be in the same class again. Because Ill miss you, so so so much. All the study sessions with you. All the MCcafe moments and its those moments that brought us closer. I miss you so much, and when I see you this coming thursday Im gonna hug you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA WHAT HURTS THE MOST IS BEING SO CLOSE LA OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't adapt to your change dear friend. Hope youll be happier out there then with your new love. Try? I tried. Until I came to my senses. Ive never felt the hurt of losing a friend for so long. Now You're the first. I bet youll be too busy to even be reading this. But its okay. Doesnt matter to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye. Luv everyone from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4D2&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEEPA DIVYA THIVYA&lt;/span&gt; YOU WONT BE READING THIS BUT I MISS YOU GUYS LIKE OMGZ, SO MUCH. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4122242940138728315?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4122242940138728315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4122242940138728315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-year-i-would-write-emo-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7809968732030977626</id><published>2008-12-10T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:44:34.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A break up is like a broken mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Its better to leave it broken&lt;br /&gt;Than hurt yourself trying to fix it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello My blog is dying can anot. I really really got no mood to blog. Results are releasing in like what 8 days. Oh my God... I am freaking scared can. Somemore like 101 people keep on starting convo with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOU KNOW WHAT RESULTS ARE IN _ DAYS TIME!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know. Stop dwelling over that matter la, I mean, TRY. Cos all of you are scaring the shit outta me. We're gonna get it anyways. No matter what. Unless Youre like Riane. Overseas dancing. James is gonna be at my house until thursday. T.T I wish I could send him home. He is destroying my peace -_-V and my serenity. Chong just introduced me a korean ghost show. After I blog and bathe Ill chiong to watch!! :D Oh yes, I going sakae tomorrow. Like die also I will go!! Even if Im going alone! I need my sushi. I dont care if worms will grow in my brains or what. Can grow as much as they want, I seldom use my brains anyway. HAHAHAHAHAHA ACTUALLY I QUITE SCARED But thennnnn good things in life are always like this. They are either illegal, dangerous, fattening or bad. Whatever whichever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to random people. They are always so nice. :D Okay you know what, I am so fustrated with something I saw on the net, Im always tempted to hurl nasty remarks at that person but I just didnt do it, cos its... I dont know, not good, in a sense. So annoying please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALISED SOMETHING OKAY!!!!! I LOST MY SENSE OF HUMOUR. I SWEAR, REALLY. I need to find it back. Before all my friends ditch me becos Im too lame. And aiya fuck la I hate packing my stupid room. I seriously think my room is too big for me. I cant seem to clear the mess. But then if I dont pack it takes me 2 hr just to find my clothes. This sucks man. I gonna hire maid soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ONLINE LEH MY DEAR FRIENDS. So I can nudge and annoy you when Im bored. I miss all the crazy people. I miss ponning classes. I miss bridget lim, she drives me insane with her lunatic chase cos of improper uniform. I miss gaytang always threatening to suspend me. I miss houlaoshi comments about my size, always asking me why am I so small. When shes not any better. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK BYEBYE WHAT A LONG POST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I never really talked to you, Id never know how much I actually miss You. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fucking miss You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7809968732030977626?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7809968732030977626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7809968732030977626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-up-is-like-broken-mirror-its.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1591784541938814251</id><published>2008-12-09T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:28:11.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I nearly got killed by James and Jay. My two cousins. I went to genting ah, WANTED to shop BUT THEN THANKS TO THE TWO JJ I keep them accompany GO WHERE? GO THE DAMN ARCADE CAN. Force to play what car la and what shoot shoot shoot. T.T  Ok la stillllllll had fun with them, I found back my glorious young days, when I was 6 or smtg. When my mom gave me RM50.. I was in heaven, NOW AH, HHAHAHA ACCORDING TO MY MOM, Me and my brother at least took her RM200 bucks each day. Which I think is not true. I am not a spendthrift :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWY I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE CHINA PEOPLE LIKE WHAT THE FFF-FFFF@@!!!!!! Damn annoying can. ESP THE GUYS! IF I WAS TALLER ILL DEFNITELY FIGHT THEM. But Im not.. -_- Tsk. I am too lazy to blog about my strange encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missssssssss Adora!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1591784541938814251?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1591784541938814251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1591784541938814251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-nearly-got-killed-by-james-and-jay.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7420551188361654208</id><published>2008-12-02T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:09:22.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today we visited our hometown....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1tSn0dUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gg4cmPmkMk0/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111221999465794" style="FLOAT: left; 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Here are SOME(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is like 0.0000001% of what she took with my camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RIANE'S ZI LIAN PICTURES THAT IS CONQUERING MY 10GB MEMORY CARD.&lt;/strong&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT7PJbZzHI/AAAAAAAAALg/14bkZ18Q6cQ/s1600-h/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117301205159026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT7PJbZzHI/AAAAAAAAALg/14bkZ18Q6cQ/s320/IMG_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT7P-zWYHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/i_z_2dfD344/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275117315532677234" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT5mIK2JBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/85wDTJoXb8g/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3-fHNOII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Aehnq8xQvKs/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275113716433369218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3-fHNOII/AAAAAAAAAKI/Aehnq8xQvKs/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3-lnDvNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IKnWwoOyKLk/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275113718177578194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3-lnDvNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/IKnWwoOyKLk/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE IS A REASON WHY I MADE THIS PIC SO BRIGHT..........&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHAHAHAH) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3RnKzXaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lVbuQQ22XOw/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112945501822370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3RnKzXaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lVbuQQ22XOw/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3SBL8wXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/npuq2Z0oysk/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112952485953906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3SBL8wXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/npuq2Z0oysk/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3-vjmeyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HEji_S0Z7es/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275113720847432482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3-vjmeyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HEji_S0Z7es/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3RaAWNvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/O8nauLCYr3g/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112941968307954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3RaAWNvI/AAAAAAAAAJw/O8nauLCYr3g/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute what no meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3RK2FBTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q9WKzusbmK0/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112937898706226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3RK2FBTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q9WKzusbmK0/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3Q059bFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Aiz7IHYUjP0/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275112932009405522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT3Q059bFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Aiz7IHYUjP0/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2SuEzgKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ldsOTfGzbYk/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111865023955106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2SuEzgKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ldsOTfGzbYk/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2SamtORI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z_7RE5oEUlY/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111859797440786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2SamtORI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Z_7RE5oEUlY/s320/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to cineleisure, thank God we met Uncle chan on the way. And also thank Uncle chan's mistress we dont have to pay for cab fee ^^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2RxaIQKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HVCz4YyvIZg/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111848738832546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2RxaIQKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HVCz4YyvIZg/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2Ra4iFWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Yz-Tk_jnfNE/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111842692339042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2Ra4iFWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Yz-Tk_jnfNE/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2RBIxV7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/x6VYWxEaBl0/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111835781126066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT2RBIxV7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/x6VYWxEaBl0/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1uu2t0UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yWJLeg9AWo4/s1600-h/IMG_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111246758007106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1uu2t0UI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yWJLeg9AWo4/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1uSNu4DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4nGiq0_cF-A/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111239069917234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1uSNu4DI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4nGiq0_cF-A/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1uMoeElI/AAAAAAAAAIg/hy6GurIOtKs/s1600-h/IMG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275111237571449426" style="FLOAT: left; 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Omg... Hahaha. Killer man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7420551188361654208?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7420551188361654208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7420551188361654208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-we-visited-our-hometown.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STT1tSn0dUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gg4cmPmkMk0/s72-c/IMG_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4485226338627106211</id><published>2008-12-01T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:41:03.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHORT STREET WITH SHORT CLIQUE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pichaaaas tomrrow. Computer jam thanks to riane. Keep on taking her own pic with my cam. T.T ANWY! I HATE MY CAM TOO~ I dropped it and it hit my toe like motherfff-fffking pain ok. I took pic of it too. PICHAAAS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye need to sleep. Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;, I MEMEMEMEME I&lt;strong&gt; JOYCELER&lt;/strong&gt; I I MEMEMEME IIII I II I I I I I I GOING FOR CCA tomorrow. URGH~#$rq#!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4485226338627106211?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4485226338627106211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4485226338627106211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/12/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1107843991420077227</id><published>2008-11-29T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:21:35.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;19 more days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS EVERYONE GOING ON A HOLIDAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dehydrating in Singapore. Everyone is having a job except for me. I am facing financial crisis too, wish I'll find a $1000 note on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ME? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;QUIZZES.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Back to School Personality Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thebacktoschooltest/school.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are laid back and fairly dispassionate. Traditional concepts of success are not important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most likely to succeed if you are working with other talented people. You thrive on a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest skill is organization. You are good at laying out a plan and making sure it gets followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest stumbling block in life is worrying about what other people think of you. Their opinions matter even less than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so thankful for everything in your life. It's hard for you to pick just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/thebacktoschooltest/"&gt;The Back to School Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Friendliness Score is 44 (Somewhat Friendly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howfriendlyareyouquiz/friendly-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to accuse you of being unfriendly, but you're often of people's friendship radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really feel comfortable in social situations, and as a result, people don't feel comfortable around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't to say you're friendless. It's very likely that you have at least a couple really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only people who truly understand you can be friends with you. Everyone else thinks you don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself out there a little more. Get in touch with a few acquaintances and ask them how life is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make a few overtures toward people you know, you may be surprised how many friends you end up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howfriendlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Friendly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Sexy About Your Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatssexyaboutyournamequiz/sexy.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sexy because you are wild. You are a very sexually daring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very into trying new and edgy things. You love taboos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sexual dabbler. You like to take on unusual fantasies and roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to be your partner better be extremely open minded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider yourself a sex expert, and you love to give your friends advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel like it's your personal mission to make everyone a little more sexually liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatssexyaboutyournamequiz/"&gt;What's Sexy About Your Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Call Your Boobs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyounicknameyourboobsquiz/chest.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren &amp; Stimpy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyounicknameyourboobsquiz/"&gt;What Should You Nickname Your Boobs?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You See the World Through Blue Colored Glasses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorglassesdoyouseetheworldthroughquiz/blue.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live your life with tranquility. You have faith that things will work themselves out with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You judge all your interactions through the lens of hope. You try to get all the facts before forming your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You face challenges with wisdom. You know that all bad things pass, and you have the confidence to see problems through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see love as the utmost expression of trust. Your relationships tend to be peaceful and stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you can be cool, melancholy, and detached. You sometimes have to step back from emotionally charged situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at your happiest when you are able to reflect and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorglassesdoyouseetheworldthroughquiz/"&gt;What Color Glasses Do You See the World Through?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Arial Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatfontareyouquiz/arial-black.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold, over the top, and quite loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll stand up and stand up to get your point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtlety isn't really your thing. You sometimes come off as crass and abrasive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not as passionate as people might think. You just enjoy overwhelming other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatfontareyouquiz/"&gt;What Font Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Sexually Powerful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousexuallypowerfulquiz/powerful-2.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude toward sex is healthy, safe, and sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy sex as much as (or possibly even more than) the average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open minded, intelligent, and adventurous when exploring your sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you never take things too far, you take them far enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyousexuallypowerfulquiz/"&gt;Are You Sexually Powerful?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Money Personality is Chaotic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourmoneypersonalityquiz/chaotic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, you don't know how much is really coming in or going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know how much you need to live... and possibly how much you have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend recklessly on whatever strikes you at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as savings go, you don't have any. You're lucky if you make it to the next paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to start keeping track of what you spend, what you save, and what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be pretty, but it's better to know than not know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourmoneypersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Money Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Definitely Spot a Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/liar-1.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have good instincts. Or maybe you just have a lot of experience with liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's pretty hard for someone to pull a fast one on you. You're like a human lie detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/"&gt;Can You Spot a Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT AH, Im good at catching liars ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Joyceler Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and &lt;strong&gt;a huge rebel&lt;/strong&gt;. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak this is scary. Hahahaha. Sounds like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Muesli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcerealareyouquiz/muesli.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are broad minded and cosmopolitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tastes are varied and numerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like many types of things. You definitely aren't picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you can't stand is being bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of person who can't have the same breakfast often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breakfast is unpredictable, unique, and very varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcerealareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cereal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it carefully... "The only thing you cant stand is being bored" YA BOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Slogan Should Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theslogangenerator/slogan.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put Up with Joyce ler or Put Up With Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/theslogangenerator/"&gt;The Slogan Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up with Joyce ler or put up with anything. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fairly Abnormal in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyounormalinlovequiz/love-3.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, you definitely have your own take on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love and hurt like everyone else, but your expectations and rules are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may make it hard for you to feel understood. People don't really get where you're coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You Are Normal in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are normal because you think it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are normal because you don't kiss on the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You Aren't Normal in Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are abnormal because you believe people only have one soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are abnormal because you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend after you were 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyounormalinlovequiz/"&gt;Are You Normal in Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Were Slightly Different, Your Name Would Be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwouldyournamebeifyouwereslightlydifferentquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatwouldyournamebeifyouwereslightlydifferentquiz/"&gt;What Would Your Name Be If You Were Slightly Different?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha hi my name is Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a Chance You Could Be Violent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/violent-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a pretty chill person - and you have a good handle on your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your anger gets the best of you, and end up regretting how you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to curb your temper more often. It only has to get out of control once to do some damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/couldyoubeviolentquiz/"&gt;Could You Be Violent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Ready to Date Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoureadyforanewboyfriendquiz/ready-date-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not out there already, you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex is long gone from your heart, and you are ready for another relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any guy you meet gets a clean slate - and no emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you've gotten completely over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to a better guy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to start dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your photo and profile on a bunch of personals sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, you won't have any more lonely Saturday nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoureadyforanewboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You Ready for a New Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Drama Queen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchofadramaqueenareyouquiz/drama-queen.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you should win the Oscar for performance of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of girl who everyone knows - and loves or hates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always speak your mind, going for a some shock value if necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic, yes - but it also almost always gets you what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howmuchofadramaqueenareyouquiz/"&gt;How Much of a Drama Queen Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were A Little Devil This Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/devil.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were 85% Naughty, 15% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are you on Santa's naughty list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kind of scare him - and all the reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you won't have a full stocking. You couldn't care less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Lucky Love Color is Orange&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone gets to know you, the first thing they notice is your understated sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sultry and deeply sensual. You also have a rich palette for sexy foods and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike what your color might suggest, you aren't really all that funky or weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is usually calm, even when you are falling for someone. You rarely make bad choices in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourluckylovecolortellmenquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Lucky Love Color Tell Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Trinity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/trinity.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsuperheroineareyouquiz/"&gt;What Superheroine Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA OH MY GOD THIS IS FUNNY. TOUCH ME AND THAT HAND WILL NEVER TOUCH ANYTHING AGAIN! HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Orange Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/power-orange.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in the fast lane. You love action, risk, and competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're spontaneous, enthusiastic, and persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're also easily bored - and love to rebel against structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You resent rules ... as well as people's attempts to control you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolorgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Flashy Red Bra!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/flashy-red-bra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing, friendly, and fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a charmer, with your pick of the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you want a man who's as magnetic as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need someone who can keep up with your all night gab fests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Need Some Orange in Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/orange.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange will make you feel open, lively, and artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a little orange, you will project an aura of friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want bolder experiences, you've got to get a little orange in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine orange with red or yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of orange: It's too powerful and unusual for some people to deal with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more orange in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will become more creative in almost every aspect of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find humor in the most serious and dismal situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel like life is exciting, even when you're doing ordinary things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DAMN FATED WITH ORANGE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/younger.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/"&gt;Do You Look Your Age?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 68% Girly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty girly chick, and you're not ashamed to admit it (or wear pink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're also practical. You can hang with the guys, as long as they're not too gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Power Color Is Lime Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/lime-green.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior but can be very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else do I need in my life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to salute you. You actually read until here. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1107843991420077227?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1107843991420077227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1107843991420077227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/19-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3266436140447466528</id><published>2008-11-28T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:50:34.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now hear this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did you learn at school today ?&lt;br /&gt;That’s what the teachers used to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t understand, do they ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always give advice ?&lt;br /&gt;Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When it’s been a long since they had a teenage life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you learn at school today ?&lt;br /&gt;That’s what the teachers used to say&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t understand, do they ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always give advice&lt;br /&gt;Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”&lt;br /&gt;When it’s been a long time since they had a teenage life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwelling on the past, from back when I was young&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my school days and trying to write this song&lt;br /&gt;Classroom schemes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Man they couldn’t save me&lt;br /&gt;Cos my days were numbered when I signed down on “Avy”&lt;br /&gt;Teenage kicks running out what could we do&lt;br /&gt;I still show respect to my boys who made it through&lt;br /&gt;And getting told off Mr T how my life would be&lt;br /&gt;Then giving him a signal&lt;br /&gt;So everyone could see&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and shade&lt;br /&gt;Those girls I’d serenade&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of those sixth form chicks that misbehave&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that those days would go on and on forever&lt;br /&gt;Every day something new&lt;br /&gt;Just friends running together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But suddenly school ends&lt;br /&gt;Your teenage life gone&lt;br /&gt;All your mates are growing up now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They’re moving on&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m looking back&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you what I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you listen to your teacher ?&lt;br /&gt;No I don’t think so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What did you learn at school today?”&lt;br /&gt;That’s what the teachers used to say&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t understand, do they ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always give advice&lt;br /&gt;Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”&lt;br /&gt;When it’s been a long time since they had a teenage life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you treat the kids fine, together they will shine&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh ooh shine&lt;br /&gt;And if you give the kids time, they won’t do the crime&lt;br /&gt;Won’t do the crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my bad old ways&lt;br /&gt;Were during my school days&lt;br /&gt;Messing on those grade A’s&lt;br /&gt;My life is just a haze&lt;br /&gt;I’m going through the struggle&lt;br /&gt;Five ten and kicking back&lt;br /&gt;So I could lock my flow&lt;br /&gt;Lace it up now on the track&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh I felt the pain&lt;br /&gt;Whilst chasing all the fame&lt;br /&gt;I’m being told I’m nothing&lt;br /&gt;Just a player in the game&lt;br /&gt;But now I walk tall&lt;br /&gt;Stand proud for you to see&lt;br /&gt;I’m driving these fast cars&lt;br /&gt;It’s five stars for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What did you learn at school today?”&lt;br /&gt;That’s what the teachers used to say&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Don’t understand, do they?&lt;br /&gt;Why do they always give advice&lt;br /&gt;Saying “Just be nice, always think twice”&lt;br /&gt;When it’s been a long since they had a teenage life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3266436140447466528?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3266436140447466528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3266436140447466528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-hear-this-what-did-you-learn-at.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4485077145313069840</id><published>2008-11-28T06:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:07:54.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the babs at Zabbies house. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He got trashed by an 8 year old kid in a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO ACT COOL ALL, Nearly fell, I SHOW YOU THE PICTURE LATER. The bootlicker of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dont know why, everyone cook ah, like some professional, HE COOK AH, the thing caught fire 4 times. I saved his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, chef of the day. BUT, is I teach him one okay. Dont listen to zabs and give him all the credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The geek in the pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharmila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Go there make me feel guilty only. She never even eat lorrrrr, I eat like a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaboof&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH, the "BEST" host ever. Instead of her cooking for us, WE ALL COOK FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua/Bob/Ian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my carebear and tell me he wants to give it to me ok. Ask me to treasure somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorgeous beautiful hot and sexy babe, is the most intelligent there. I fan away the fire INSTEAD OF TRYING TO BLOW IT AWAY. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pictures!&lt;/span&gt; (More at zabs LJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah, I trashed Jem in Nitendo wii. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHC_tNy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/saEEFNUWQ78/s1600-h/s320x2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722911693065026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHC_tNy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/saEEFNUWQ78/s320/s320x2403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/STAHCzkQK3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/8MPJx9ZKjrI/s1600-h/s320x2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722908434246514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHCzkQK3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/8MPJx9ZKjrI/s320/s320x2401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/STAHDOAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ml2HYL4AFdQ/s1600-h/s320x2404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722915530948306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHDOAPPtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ml2HYL4AFdQ/s320/s320x2404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/STAHaj75RCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z6IsOwcfhjU/s1600-h/s320x2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723316555301922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHaj75RCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/z6IsOwcfhjU/s320/s320x2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHC3wab_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ci8VFf9lENw/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722909558992882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHC3wab_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ci8VFf9lENw/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/_42DfItj42VE/STAHaafORJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OfbH2_35hOk/s1600-h/s320x2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723314019124370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHaafORJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OfbH2_35hOk/s320/s320x2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHaf3ls-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/W7Jjm1u-D0w/s1600-h/s320x2405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723315463500770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHaf3ls-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/W7Jjm1u-D0w/s320/s320x2405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;WOAH SO COOL AH JEM. In the end nearly fall off the sofa. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHalDHKkI/AAAAAAAAAII/MHksr_ITR8I/s1600-h/s320x24088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723316854008386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHalDHKkI/AAAAAAAAAII/MHksr_ITR8I/s320/s320x24088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;See, Im not so short afterall~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHCunWfsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FyALZlxl1BI/s1600-h/KNDKCFES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722907105066690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHCunWfsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FyALZlxl1BI/s320/KNDKCFES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA first then went to zabs house, AGAIN. Haha to eat chicken wing and stuffs. Charmaine is so adorable la. HAHAHAHA REMINDS ME OF JEM~ pretty and hot charmaine and handsome cruise. HAHAHA. Bye I going to play pet society alr. Ben got me addicted to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4485077145313069840?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4485077145313069840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4485077145313069840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/STAHC_tNy0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/saEEFNUWQ78/s72-c/s320x2403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1741765432701372011</id><published>2008-11-26T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:12:58.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remind myself</title><content type='html'>I AM DAMNM IRRITATED WITH &lt;strong&gt;MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt; AND I AM REFRAINING MYSELF FROM USING VULGARITIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with 'Forgive&amp;amp;Forget' and all the other cheesy and cliche lines. Ok, at least to me. They just piss me off and they are so cheesy and cliche I can barely swallow them anymore. Like if anyone just shoots me any line under that category I am determined to throw them out of this earth. I am such a indecisive person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya ok celebrate today, I am reprimanding myself instead of others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to stick to my decisions. And You know whats our mind best rival? Our heart. If they don't sing the same tune, they wage a war. Dumping you to make a decision. This is fustrating and its driving me insane. I honestly think I have no sense of self control. &lt;em&gt;And ok, I know some of you have alot to add on to the list but hold yr comments back, I wont appreciate them and It wont take me a second to delete them.&lt;/em&gt; I feel so useless, it felt like I lost a war before I could even attempt to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have self control. Not in anger wise. Its deep within me. Yearning for something close to Impossible. Still having that glimpse of hope. They say &lt;em&gt;Nothing is impossible if Youre willing to put your heart in it and try&lt;/em&gt;. It just doesn't apply to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I can finally say without regret,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wish I never met You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1741765432701372011?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1741765432701372011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1741765432701372011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-never-allow-that-to-happen.html' title='Remind myself'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-5932862513308808951</id><published>2008-11-24T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:13:47.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kope from the actionbarbie livia tan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your chanc​es of getti​ng with the perso​n you like?&lt;br /&gt;Haha how would I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date someone good looking with alot of friends or good looking but not as many friends?&lt;br /&gt;Good looking but not as many friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you keepi​ng a big secre​t right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a baby with the last perso​n you texte​d?&lt;br /&gt;IRIS~ HAHAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ talk to the perso​n you fell harde​st for?&lt;br /&gt;Um yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe​r to take showe​rs at night​ or in the morni​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you alway​s answe​r your phone​?​&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at math?​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your day go yeste​rday?​&lt;br /&gt;BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked​ someo​ne who had a boyfr​iend/​girlf​riend​?​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the futur​e scare​ you?&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to call you last?​&lt;br /&gt;Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefe​r regul​ar or choco​late milk?​&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had starb​ucks?​&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep​ on your stoma​ch?​&lt;br /&gt;No weird way of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n that made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;My grandma. She passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you crack​ your knuck​les?​&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favor​ite color​(​s)​?​&lt;br /&gt;Red pink grey and orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a blind​ date?​&lt;br /&gt;No for what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you named​ after​ anyon​e?​&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your bed right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Pillows, eeyore winnie the pooh, and my bearrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you doing​ last night​ at midni​ght?​&lt;br /&gt;Watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is your siste​r right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;Dont have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyth​ing you'​re givin​g up on?&lt;br /&gt;Losing weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you gave your numbe​r to?&lt;br /&gt;Sharlala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost frien​ds in the past year?​&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few. But honestly, they dont worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'​s the last perso​n that made you smile​?​&lt;br /&gt;Zelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tell every​thing​ to?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looki​ng back,​ did you ever waste​ too much time on a certa​in boy or girl?​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is your phone​?​&lt;br /&gt;In my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many peopl​e do you love?&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ his/​her name?​&lt;br /&gt;Everyone la k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went to the mall?​&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing​ anyth​ing good today​?​&lt;br /&gt;YES I CYCLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there​ anyon​e on your mind?​&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe what comes around goes around?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried from being so mad?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;Leah Lum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What windows are open on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Msn, iTunes, Livia's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you gotten sick?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last call from?&lt;br /&gt;Livia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you someone who worries too often?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, maybe. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;3am, I dont know I cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, if you could go back 1 month and change something would you?&lt;br /&gt;YES I WOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who doesn't like you?&lt;br /&gt;Ya duh. The person I yelled at la. She deserve it anwy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you're wearing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you currently hear right now?&lt;br /&gt;The drama show outside playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs wong LH sponser one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that smokes weed?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha uh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take you to shower?&lt;br /&gt;If Im scared ill be fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the week been?&lt;br /&gt;Its monday plz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone disappointed you lately&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nats tagged me. So tada~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;According to your age&lt;br /&gt;List down the number of things that most people don't know about you&lt;br /&gt;And then tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I dont have much problems being short&lt;br /&gt;#2 I don't hate people that easily.&lt;br /&gt;#3 I love my brother.&lt;br /&gt;#4 I love Japanese food alot&lt;br /&gt;#5 I don't care who I hang out with is popular or not. I go out with just any random one.&lt;br /&gt;#6 I am not a lesbian... I have a boyfriend. (JUST KIDDING.) Just kidding on the boyfriend part.&lt;br /&gt;#7 I like to eat&lt;br /&gt;#8 I don't watch cartoons&lt;br /&gt;#9 I play Gunbound&lt;br /&gt;#10 I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE 'HUH' ME or reply me starting with a 'huh'. like&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;em&gt;Huh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;okay, I thought...&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;strong&gt;DAMN ANNOYING&lt;/strong&gt; #$#$%$#%#%#$^$%^^&lt;br /&gt;#11 I crush someone&lt;br /&gt;#12 I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;#13 I don't drink sugarcane. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;#14 I don't like to talk on the phone alot&lt;br /&gt;#15 I envy Bella Swan. HAHAHAHAAHA. EH IM SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;#16 I don't have Demerit points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Isabella, Livia, Zelia, Karlene and Tauuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEWS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHECK THIS OUT MAN. I SAW ON YAHOO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Estimated ticket sales for Friday through Sunday at U.S. and Canadian theaters, according to Media By Numbers LLC. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. "Twilight," $70.5 million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Quantum of Solace," $27.4 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Bolt," $27 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Madagascar 2: Escape 2 Africa," $16 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Role Models." $7.2 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Changeling," $2.6 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "High School Musical 3: Senior Year," $2 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Zack and Miri Make a Porno," $1.7 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas," $1.67 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "The Secret Life of Bees," $1.28 million. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! This is how popular that movie is la! Walao US can watch alr can. We are still waiting until 18 dec. T.T I want to watch pls. I dont mind watching like 3 or 4 times ok. If its nice. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHO TOLD ME THE NEWS?!?!!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ITS MY BROTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... -_- He also want to watch can. HAHA AND AND AND NEW MOON IS COMING OUT TOO! I read the news ok! They want to make another movie for New moon. Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart is still the main roles. Cant wait right! Me too! Haha, Cant wait for that day. &lt;em&gt;Results &lt;/em&gt;+ Twilight :D . &lt;em&gt;Results....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, dont care . Bye I go watch tv alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-5932862513308808951?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5932862513308808951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5932862513308808951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/kope-from-actionbarbie-livia-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-6245616016238340957</id><published>2008-11-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T04:55:27.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just wait love&lt;br /&gt;Show 'em what you're made of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I dont know whats with the Obama tension lately. Like seriously, I dont even know what has it gotta to do with us. Everyone like going crazy over him or smtg. I have been spending time at home for 2 days ok 2 good days. I bet my mom is proud of me. Im going to learn roller blading from zellieleongpingpong tmrw. She is going to teach me leh! That time Riane pay for me to learn ah, I still dont know can. I still remember I wasted her money last year. TSK I dont understand why is it so hard lor. NO Its not Im stupid ok, I know how to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my cycling &lt;s&gt;sweetheart&lt;/s&gt;partner. HAHAHAHAHAH EH I last time think he DAMN handsome ok. Budden when I think back now, I want to laugh can he is not handsome la I exaggerated. HAHAHA I really head over heels over him last time ok. LAST TIME HOR. Make it clear first. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But he is a jerk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;He force open the lift when Im inside can!!!! THEN I JAM INSIDE PLS, I WAS DAMN SCARED OK. I CLIMBED THE STAIRS FOR MONTHS COS HE FOLLOWED ME HOME.&lt;/strong&gt; And I was afraid he might repeat the tragedy again. I STAYED AT 11TH STORY OK. Love is blind. I still like him after that incident. I regretted not frying his balls now. Tsktsktsk if God gives me one more chance,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I WILL "TREASURE" IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... Hell be sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA That asshole. He wont be reading this,&lt;strong&gt; SADLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyway, its 8.25 now, I just finished eating my dinner aka. my lunch and my breakfast. My mom said shell buy me food when she comes home, I waited for 5 good hours ok! Me + my brother was facing starvation la. &lt;em&gt;Why I dont want buy food myself?&lt;/em&gt; Its raining so heavily I might get drown anytime. I just saw the Twilight trailers, I wanna watch NOWWWWW. But the Edward in my mind is more handsome, much more handsome. OH I met this guy! He is white and I think he is &lt;em&gt;DAMN&lt;/em&gt; handsome. Like damnnnnnn. Haha.&lt;em&gt; Awwwwww&lt;/em&gt; should've stalk him home.. Im kidding bout that. Ok, Im off to find ways to watch saw 5 online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We kiss, We make up.♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-6245616016238340957?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6245616016238340957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/6245616016238340957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-wait-love-show-em-what-youre-made.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1185556117749184736</id><published>2008-11-22T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:38:27.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1185556117749184736?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1185556117749184736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1185556117749184736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-and-thats-all-i-really-know.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4286835569720871719</id><published>2008-11-22T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:26:13.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTE&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my url. Cos its like if anyone just type my name on google, &lt;em&gt;like those lame tchers, I SWEAR THEY DO THAT&lt;/em&gt;, Ill get into trouble cos Im always complaining bout GB on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK ANYWAY,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIHIHI MY COMPUTER IS FINALLY DONE IM DAMN HAPPY! Finally. Okokokokok. GUESS WHAT. Hero just did housework. I freaking cleaned my room ok. Its damn damn DAMN dusty. And all my things like everywhere that type. Dont come and say I lazy hor, I MOP MY FLOOR TODAY OK. My arms havent recovered from agony yet lor! Becuz I played badminton ytd. &lt;em&gt;Woah so healthy ah&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA I gonna pull someone to grow fat with me &gt;:( I don't care/ Its not fair lor. Everyone dying to lose weight, I am gaining weight. &lt;a href="mailto:#$!@$R!#$R##$%$^$^%$"&gt;#$!@$R!#$R##$%$^$^%$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was cleaning my room I see lotsa of picture. I found charlene yong, kelly, Jaaziel, Riane, Charlene lee's pictures. Hahahaha wth right, I also dont know why I have. I got Miss wee picture somemore. -_- I remembered so much stuffs la. Esp stuffs that I don't want to remember. Tho I dont feel a thing anymore. Still, it sucks to be reminded. Ok bye I going to find nice wallpapers for my phone already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marry me romeo, You dont have to think of juliet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4286835569720871719?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4286835569720871719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4286835569720871719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-it-or-leave-it-note-i-changed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-687541809514628497</id><published>2008-11-19T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:42:03.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 MORE DAYS..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can go see whether you and yr lub compatible or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crushcalculator.co.za/index.php?choice=crush&amp;amp;checklove=17089883"&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.co.za/index.php?choice=crush&amp;amp;checklove=17089883&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rly bored ok. Im off to do more quizzes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-687541809514628497?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/687541809514628497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/687541809514628497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-go-see-whether-you-and-yr-lub.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3161150940506242992</id><published>2008-11-19T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:52:49.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can fix it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE IS EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had fallen to my trap yet so damnit. Only Delon ho(he gave me some nonsense answers) and some other anonymous WHICH ALSO GAVE ME SOME NONSENSE ANSWERS &lt;strong&gt;TOO.&lt;/strong&gt; Walau eh if I know who is it Ill fry him/her alive man. Give me false hopes! Got so many people fell for Livia's one can or not. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING OUT WITH LIVIA TAN TOMORROW. Yay, finally leh bitch! I have to tell my fellow badminton mates Im sorry I gotta back out. Sowwie babes. :D Ok ok bye I need to find some activities for myself. I need to learn how to sneak out of Lernest. Cos apparently whenever I open the damn door, I get caught. &lt;a href="mailto:!#$@#$@#@#$%@%$#%$%"&gt;!#$@#$@#@#$%@%$#%$%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG BIG NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs lee going to make me a prefect and expel livia tan. If youre her friend you better find her a school soon. She stole a tchers red marker and drew on her face when caught, she refused to apologize, so the matter was brought up to the discipline head. But she still wanna push her luck, thus mrs lee decided to expel her becos of her extremely poor conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye Livia. Luv u 4ever. I + the tchers will remember you 4ever~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok continue my post. I get irritated everytime I attempt to paint my nails cos I cant seem to ever stay at where am I and not move. I repainted one nail like 5 times?! So annoyin pls. I wish they dry faster la walao. Ill get others to do it for me next time. Grr.. I feel so lucky actually. I eat sleep spend money sleep enjoy thats all Im doing now. One month only thou. Happiness are shortlived. Agree? Betcha do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3161150940506242992?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3161150940506242992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3161150940506242992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-is-everybody-nobody-had-fallen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4983736986156391422</id><published>2008-11-18T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:52:54.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think If someone wants Your life, It is possible to feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Im fucking scared for my results.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos its EXACTLY one more month to the release of results. Exactly one more month. Just. I bet one day before the release of results, NOBODY can sleep in peace. I cant even breathe in peace. Its just the, the i-may-fail feeling. Theres so many WHAT IFs in my mind now. What if I never met B, who would be on my mind now? Ok, no link. Its just all the future nonsense. I dont even want to grow up. I dont want to be 17. Cos its just another step to 18. I dont want to be 18. Becos 18 means Youre on your own. Nobody is going to pick you up when you fall. 18 means parents cant be there to help you all the time anymore. 18 means independent. 18 means Danger. Don't console me by telling me that I can watch M18 shows, I'd rather watch PG all my life. I'd rather waste my 6 bucks or more to try to sneak into a cinema which states R21. Even if it means not succeeding. I don't care. I don't want to be 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sooner or later Ill be 18. I think I watch too many drama shows alr. I keep thinking whether I will ever get a divorce. It just scares me. I fear divorces, I fear to lose the people and things I love. I'd rather not have them. &lt;strong&gt;Ok, would rather have someone you love but you will definitely lose them or rather not have them?&lt;/strong&gt; I think someone should just punch me to sleep now. The song 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved' made me laugh just now becos I thought of something. No wonder whenever I listen to this song, theres this sense of familarity with it. Its the LYRICS that is conveying what my heart is saying. Yah la cliche but really really. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,&lt;br /&gt;Some try to hand me money they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policeman says son you can't stay here,&lt;br /&gt;I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,&lt;br /&gt;If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who's waiting on a girl...&lt;br /&gt;Oohoohwoo&lt;br /&gt;There are no holes in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;But a big hole in his world...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come running to the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man who can't be moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[Repeat in background]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Kk not funny. I hate to say this all the time but Im really bored. T.T I think my computer is infected with viruses and I dont dare to use the USB to transfer files. Scully my phone kena virus. Ill really go mad. Randomly, I think pianos are for emo people. Everytime I hear people play piano Ill be very sad one. -_- k la k la whatevr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4983736986156391422?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4983736986156391422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4983736986156391422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-if-someone-wants-your-life-it.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7581682945038632091</id><published>2008-11-18T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:31:16.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEEEEEKTURES~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SSLB7m0JpfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-XYuwCDAmUo/s1600-h/SNC00327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269987743752627698" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SSK9iFuSsZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Um4JSAnv_s/s320/SNC00294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SSK9h57MHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTSQNsnRHho/s1600-h/SNC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269982904159313138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SSK9h57MHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTSQNsnRHho/s320/SNC00290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7581682945038632091?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7581682945038632091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7581682945038632091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/peeeeektures-i-never-wear-specs.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SSLB7m0JpfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-XYuwCDAmUo/s72-c/SNC00327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-556802965145443380</id><published>2008-11-17T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:51:02.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I TELL YOU WHAT OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DO WHAT I LIKE I DONT OWE ANY ONE A DAMN LIVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SO STOP COMMENTING ON MY DAMN SPECS OK. DOES IT MEAN I WEAR SPECS MOST OF THE TIME MEANS I MUST MUST GODDAMNIT WEAR THEM TILL THE DAY IM IN THE COFFIN?!!?!?!?!? WHO IS JOYCE LER YOU OR ME. SO WHAT IF I LOOK UGLY, I DONT NEED YOU TO TELL ME THAT. SO WHAT IF YOU TELL ME, IF I CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, THEN FUCKING SHUT UP, DONT EVER TELL ME YOU TREAT ME LIKE A FRIEND. YOU DONT JUST THROW WORDS LIKE THT AND MAKE THEM FEEL BAD ABOUT THEMSELVES. YOU CAN TRY HARDER IF IM YR TARGET. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT MIX WITH ME THEN IF YOU FIND IT WEIRD GOING OUT WITH ME WITHOUT SPECS. I DONT GIVE TWO FUCKS FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU. GO AHEAD AND SAY IT BEHIND MY BACK, I DONT FUCKING CARE. THE MOST, I CAN JUST IGNORE HYPOCRITES LIKE YOU. I DONT NEED YOU. SO "THANK YOU" FOR THAT COMMENT. DEAR, ITS JUST SPECS, I DIDNT PLANT EXTRA MOLE ON MY FACE, IF YOURE SO FREE NOW GET A JOB, DONT HAVE TO WASTE TIME OBSERVING ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU THINK YOUR FRIENDS ARE FUCKING GREAT THEN OKAY GOOD FOR YOU NONE OF MY DAMN BUSINESS. I DONT HAVE TO BLOG BUT I REALLY CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE. I HAVE MY LIMITS FOR EVERYTHING. BLOODY HELL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT ITS NOT THAT I LOOK WEIRD WITHOUT SPECS ITS THAT YOU ARE JUST TOO USED WITH ME IN SPECS. THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE THAT LOOKS BETTER IN SPECS, ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING FORCE THEM TO WEAR SPECS? WHO ARE YOU TO KEEP ASKING YR FRIENDS TO CHANGE. YOU EITHER ACCEPT THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE, OR TOTALLY IGNORE THEM PRETEND THAT THEY DONT EXIST. IF THERES ANYTHING YOU DONT LIKE ABOUT ME AND I DIDNT FUCKING CHANGE FOR YOU. IM DAMN SORRY OK. PRETEND YOU NEVER KNEW ME THEN. CAN SAVE YR FUCKING "FACE". FOR THOSE WHO SAY I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING LIAN ETCETCETCETC(OR WHATSOEVER), YOU GUYS CAN JOLLY WELL NOT MIX WITH ME ANYMORE OK THATS THE BEST. ANYTHING JUST ANYTHING YOU DONT LIKE ABOUT ME. DEAL WITH IT YOURSELF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND YAH, DONT COME AND TELL ME MY BLOG IS VULGAR AND BLAHBLAHBLAH,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP ASKING ME TO CHANGE FOR FUCK SAKE. I AM WHO IM FUCKING AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING OFF,&lt;br /&gt;JL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-556802965145443380?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/556802965145443380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/556802965145443380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-tell-you-what-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4448799884793074560</id><published>2008-11-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:33:33.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crushcalculator.co.za/index.php?choice=crush&amp;amp;checklove=17089883"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.crushcalculator.co.za/index.php?choice=crush&amp;amp;checklove=17089883&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its true somehow. Quite interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4448799884793074560?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4448799884793074560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4448799884793074560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-868085032091920725</id><published>2008-11-16T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T02:02:48.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Try Pretending, You Can't Even Save Your Own Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The person who tag me is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend HAHAHA NO LA CLASSMATES FOR 4 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your 5 impression of him/her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quite rebellious&lt;br /&gt;- Naughty&lt;br /&gt;- Gentle&lt;br /&gt;- Smart&lt;br /&gt;- Responsible! Platoon leader leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/her had done for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her little maths lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If he/she becomes your lover, will you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!!!)what?!?!?! omgomg it wont happen! I'm straight la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, what things he/she has to improve on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change her sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy how?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know also. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is the thing you wanna tell her now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WANT TO GO SUNTANNING ON TUESDAY?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Your overall impression of her now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No diff. Same as b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. How do you think people around you, will feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theyll prolly be at the temple thanking God for my existence. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. The characters yourself you love are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The most ideal you wanna be is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. For people who cares &amp;amp; likes you say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love you guys no matter what. Lub. Ill protect you when you face problems :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choose 10 people to be tagged&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. Livia&lt;br /&gt;2. Adora&lt;br /&gt;3. Sherly&lt;br /&gt;4. Jaaziel&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;6. Edna&lt;br /&gt;7. Zelia&lt;br /&gt;8. Weedy&lt;br /&gt;9. Charlene&lt;br /&gt;10. Lynette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Who's number 6 (Edna) having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I dont know! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. If number 7 (Zelia) and 10 (Lynette) are together will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The BEST DAMN THING THAT CAN EVER HAPPEN HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What is number 2 (Adora) studying about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How To Be Patient With A Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. When was the last time you chatted with number 3 (Sherly)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What kind of music does number 8 (Weedy) likes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IDK she look too retarded to know whats music HAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Does number 1 (Livia) has any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Will you woo number 3 (Sherly)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Maybe. If Im a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What about number 7 (Zelia)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ugly and retarded HAHAHAHA NO LA, veh skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Is number 4 (Jaaziel) single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I HOPE SO. HAHAHAHAHA Yeah la she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What is the surname of number 5 (Cheryl)?&lt;br /&gt;Goh&lt;br /&gt;24. Whats the hobby of number 10 (Lynette)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Do number 5 (Cheryl) and 9 (Charlene) get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Where does number 9 (Charlene) stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aust now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What colour does number 4 (Jaaziel) likes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pinkiie aka xiaomaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What is number 10 (Lynette) doing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing maple la then what else you tell me la lynette hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, You disgust me all the way down to my spine. Dont say Im mean. Im never nice to people that don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel contented that I am not as sociable anymore. I used to be damn sociable and random, I go out with random people. Like really really random. If Youre close to me you know it. Ok this is just random. I need to find something to do before I really become mentally unsound due to boredom. I need to simulate my brains T.T  OH! My friendster only got 49 friends. I very sad now. If its going to remain like that, I am not going to care lor. Walau even friendster is failing me. The world is ending soon. HAHAHAHA OKOK I NOT TRYIN TO BE FUNNY but really, friendster used to be one of my ways of killing boredom becos facebook&lt;em&gt;(Ive said alot of times)&lt;/em&gt; is too complicated for my simple brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mini hp laptop got virus already. So annoying, I wish computers can ownself settle their problems. Like get rid of virus themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to be friendly sometimes.. S&lt;br /&gt;Something like tht happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;: OMG HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other party&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The other party:&lt;/strong&gt; huh, hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, I HATE IT. I hate people to start with 'huh'. I will be like damn angry. Srsly, so annoying. Like walau I so excited to talk to you can a not. Then you gimme this kind of shit answers. Want to pick fight then say la. Walau eh. So annoying. Not only that la, the punchline is I hate it when Im so friendly then theyre so cold. Hurt my feelings can. It made me reflect on it alot. Like, &lt;em&gt;shit la I shouldnt be so friendly&lt;/em&gt;. And overtime, I will be more and more unfriendly. Even some friends do that. And when they do that, Ill just not talk to them. Not many la. But still! Enough to drive me insane! Ok this is random but its been bothering me for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Im sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-868085032091920725?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/868085032091920725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/868085032091920725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-try-pretending-you-cant-even-save.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3091128480731372104</id><published>2008-11-15T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:37:15.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a certain point of time in life, Youll find yourself believing in something outrageous&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how one can totally not think about something they dont want to think. Wouldnt it be creeping back to your mind after every while. Teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: What the hell, she looks like those kind that will sleep with yr bf just to get him&lt;br /&gt;B: I know&lt;br /&gt;A: What if she sleeps w yours&lt;br /&gt;B: Ill let my bf ditch me and be w her&lt;br /&gt;A: HUH!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;B: And then I will sleep with her bf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents is coming back tomorrow. I have to spend my night alone again. She wants me to be home when shes away. I dont know why but I think most prolly is cos of her insecurities. Parents are always parents. My mom always shoot me with "Wait till you have a daughter". I will always register it in my brains, I will keep on thinking how will I handle my daughter. I will just be strict to her until shes 15. And Ill let her have piercings, her freedom. All that I ask of her is that she will not smoke, cause trouble and shell be a virgin until shes married. Ah as if virginity is still as valuable at that century. To me it is still, forever. I think that one will treasure its freedom when she is finally free. I dont know but I just know that when a girl is 16, its not easy to control her. Like if my mom were to ground me for more than 3 days Ill sneak out of the house, somehow but &lt;strong&gt;definitely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to be grounded. Hate to have no money. &lt;strong&gt;Letmme share with you my joy&lt;/strong&gt; when my mom is back k. She say &lt;strong&gt;shell give me money for shopping&lt;/strong&gt; for looking after the house. (when actually I dont do anything) I think its worst keepin me in. I am too lazy to do anything. I ask myself why is my day so boring and I realised cos I am too lazy to even on the TV. T.T You know sometimes I strongly belive that I lost my soul. &lt;em&gt;(to You maybe)&lt;/em&gt; I feel so restless and lifeless I just wanna pop in my music and sit at one corner. No I really dont agree with emo cos&lt;strong&gt; I am not sad&lt;/strong&gt;. I just have no life. Haha and I believe Im not the only lifeless one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do all the damn crazy things but I have no money. And my mom wont give me $$ to fulfill my wants. She wont let me learn how to skate, wakeboard and dive. She find it highly dangerous. She encourages me to play golf or smtg? say that I can follow my dad and learn from him, &lt;em&gt;H-A-H-A like I will be interested in the small damn balls&lt;/em&gt;. I find soccer boring like really. I dont understand why guys enjoy it so much. I really really dont understand. If youre the one playing it then yeah it might be a lil interesting but not the one watching it right. I see the way my dad watches, I wish Im like him, able to enjoy boring stuffs. I say thats a kind of talent. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will only see sucha long posts when my day is like a piece of blank paper. I wonder did anyone died of boredom before. I mean serious business ok. Not just a phase. I really wonder. Maybe I can be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My brother's an ass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Kor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He: No no stop it. No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I always call him by his name. I wont call him that now. Just now I was just bring random. Walao then say until like I wanna borrow money from him like that. Asshole. You better be readin this ah Derek ler. I will post yr half naked picture here. I mean it. I used to address him as 'kor' then I stopped. Dont know why too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3091128480731372104?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3091128480731372104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3091128480731372104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-certain-point-of-time-in-life-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4437765916186790494</id><published>2008-11-14T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:40:26.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to see Your face again</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OK I NEED TO BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let you guess!!&lt;/em&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;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;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;em&gt;CAN YOU GUESSED IT?!?! 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THE, THE, THE WHERE, THE PLACE WITH MOST PLANTS AND I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE IS IN THERE -_- Ok, Botanic gardens~ woooo, whatta fantastic view with so many~~~ flowers~~~ not forgetting... &lt;strong&gt;THEIR MOSQUITTOS AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; ANTS.&lt;/strong&gt; T.T Omg, for fuck sake, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fear insects the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MOST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate them theyre so cunning, they attack you AND JUST BECOS THEYRE SMALL YOU CANT REALLY SEE THEM ALL THE TIME. Its so scary lor. Like you die also dont know why. &lt;u&gt;AND YAH. I WENT.&lt;/u&gt; Thats the bottomline of the story. Me boof and Jaazy just go there and slack around, walk our own way and do our own things. Know why, Cos&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; We're too cool for them. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Our whole platoon like go there, make noise and waste resources only. We ask the, um "station masters", &lt;em&gt;what a magnificent title&lt;/em&gt;, ok whatever, to let us win alternately cos we're too lazy to play their little games. We just sit at one resting place and wait for our lunch time. Like srsly, look at how old are we, sec 1 I will still think its the most exciting game and after the games Ill prolly cant sleep at night cos I cant forget the exctiements and funs. But hello, we are hitting 17 soon. You are kidding me by asking me to play 'Amazing race', sing song see who louder, blahblahblah, then go next station. Play for 4 years alr leh. Not sian one meh. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya k la k la, Later the CSM or the incharge of today see alr baoto me. Thanks la k. Anyw not very easy to plan. Somemore they get to meet ungrateful people. Like the living example here. eh i said thanks alr ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got caught to head to toe can. My hair, my hair tie, my nails, my earrings. Standard one. For next year, I TOLERATE. T.T Im going to sleep my ass off now, I gave them 6 hours of my life. Enough to kill me. Wake me up when november ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT. I think I damn funny cannot is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TYPE YOUR FIRST NAME WITH YOUR…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. FINGERS: Joyce&lt;br /&gt;2. CHIN: kjopuyvce&lt;br /&gt;3. ONE FINGER, EYES CLOSED: joigvcf&lt;br /&gt;4. ELBOW: joyhucre&lt;br /&gt;5. NOSE: jkiytce&lt;br /&gt;6. PALM: joycer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. List four random items you have.&lt;/strong&gt;-Laptop&lt;br /&gt;-handphone&lt;br /&gt;-Ipod&lt;br /&gt;-Tissuebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever slept in the back of a car?the boot? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Have you recently dyed your hair/cut it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. List four people that you look up to the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. How many pets do you own as of now?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which do you prefer white or black?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who is your most played character?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Choose one or the other, not both: Being stuck on an island with a friend. or Being stuck on an island with 5 acquaintances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Name three aspects that tell who you are.&lt;/strong&gt;-Fierce&lt;br /&gt;-Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;-Short -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If you could have a power what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have like those water and fire classic powers. And drown and set yr enemies on fire :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart like infinity already. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Write down the first five words that pop into your head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riddle&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;Bn.&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;Vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What’s one thing you wish you could do better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you like the way you are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Choose, summer or winter:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Rain or snow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Water or ice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. List two odd things about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;- I have nipples piercing (JUST KIDDING) Ok, um. I make friends with weird people.&lt;br /&gt;- I play with my nails when Im damn nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Which are two of your bad habits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness&lt;br /&gt;Indecisive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 6 people who should do this quiz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adora&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;Livia&lt;br /&gt;Isabella&lt;br /&gt;Edna&lt;br /&gt;Zelia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4437765916186790494?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4437765916186790494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4437765916186790494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-to-see-your-face-again.html' title='Just to see Your face again'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-865964265368482750</id><published>2008-11-13T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:08:59.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that bitch die,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh plus that two that piss me off just now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH and that fucker that has attitude problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH YAH AND THAT DAMN HYPROCTIE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH YES AND AND... and and...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck la, I wish I die la ok. Otherwise theres no one left on this earth. -.- That was quite random. It all started with 'I hope that bitch die'. My blog is damn vulgar today I know but I only use explicit words when Im really really piss and I really am. I am going to disappear until release of results. I hate to see people I know when I go out. I don't know why but its just the, the annoying feeling there. I guess the only person Ill be happy to see out there is Jolyn Yap. For some reasons, its always nice seeing her. I am fucking moody. I just want to lie in a coffin for like a month more and then come out or smtg. Theres something killing me silently inside. I am not emo ok shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep I just talked to bella and I rly think shes the best person you can talk to on the phone. Esp when things come to GB. -_- Oh yes, to make myself "happier", theres freaking GB tmrw, oh God, tell me why, tell me why am I a sq ldr when I don't go for CCA. Why don't you place a miracle on a blind instead, its more reasonable for a blind to see THAN ME BEING A SQUAD LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to pick a fight and wreck havoc tomorrow. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't Ask Me To Change. AND DONT TELL ME IVE CHANGED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Joyce ler, You or me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-865964265368482750?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/865964265368482750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/865964265368482750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-652200096238953768</id><published>2008-11-12T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:01:03.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Wanted Anything The Way I Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry. Im Back Again. I Hate Livejournal. Too Complicated For Comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT HAPPENED JUST NOW!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this two damn loser malay BOYS with dyed golden hair&lt;em&gt;(fucking ugly),&lt;/em&gt; they pointed middle fnger at the bus uncle. And that bus uncle just stopped the bus and came down to scold the two BOYS. &lt;strong&gt;THEY WERE SO DAMN RUDE I HOPE THEY GET BANG BY THE MRT TRAIN, GET THEIR BRAINS SQUASHED AND IRON OUT BY THE MRT WHEELS.&lt;/strong&gt; The uncle so poor thing la. The job so kangkor alr still have to deal with these kind of microscopic dick boys. So irritating. Nb you pay 45 cent only ok, he freaking drive the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was staring at them la. Ill be checking out the news later anyways. ITS RAINING LIKE WORMS AND CATERPILLARS PLS. So damn cold la. I was freeeeezing at the bus stop. T.T Urgh ok, anyway, my life is as boring as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am mad at 3 of my good friends. But I can do nothing about it. And Its annoying to have friends that are stubborn. I know how J felt now back then. I don't understand why must they keep giving themselves redundant false hope(S). I am talking about a particular situation here. Its making me crazy tho it has got nothing to do w me. OK Now you know what I meant by I keep getting affected by things that has got nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, Life is a bitch. So complicated I wish I was a farmer. Even tho Im poor but I get to live with chickens, ducks and cows. Their mind are much much more simple than US. At least all I do is to feed them, wash and plant or something. But by the time I wake up, all my animals will die of starvation. I can't even take care of myself. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. lets talk about happy stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to eat..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried mars bars&lt;br /&gt;White tangerine cafe's food&lt;br /&gt;Ikea's meatballs&lt;br /&gt;Pastamania&lt;br /&gt;Pizzahut's hawaiian pizza and spicy drumlets&lt;br /&gt;MC wings&lt;br /&gt;Sakae sushi&lt;br /&gt;Soft shell crab!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gelare's waffles w ice cream&lt;br /&gt;AJISEN RAMEN&lt;br /&gt;Mos burger's mussels&lt;br /&gt;Cafe cartel's wedges&lt;br /&gt;Swensen's fish n chips&lt;br /&gt;SuperDog's bacon cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah fucking hungry now :( Like damn. Haha when will I ever get to eat them :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-652200096238953768?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/652200096238953768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/652200096238953768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-never-wanted-anything-way-i-want-you.html' title='I Never Wanted Anything The Way I Want You'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7242914616868683824</id><published>2008-11-07T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:29:22.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must admit, you brought Religion into my life.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in Hell until I met you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG READ THIS! FUNNY SHIT. SCROLL ALL THE WAY DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[EDITED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;9 Things I Hate About Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; People who are willing to get off their a** to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET ME TEACH YOU GUYS A TRICK ON HOW-TO-GET-AWAY-WITH-ALL-F9(s)-IN-REPORT-BOOK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom:&lt;em&gt; It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STILL GOT STILL GOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO THIS ONE MAKE ME LAUGH DAMN LOUD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 THINGS TO MAKE YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU'RE INSANE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Follow them around the house everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Moo when they say your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Run into walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Say that wearing clothes is against your religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Stand over them at four in the morning with a huge grin on your face and say, good morning sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Pluck someone's hair out and yell, "DNA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Wear a sticker that says, "I’m a retard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In public yell, "No Mom/Dad, I will not make out with you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;. Do what they actually tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Jump off the roof, trying to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Hold their hand and whisper to them, I see dead people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; At everything they say yell, Liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Try to swim in the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Tap on their door all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules&lt;br /&gt;from the male side. These are our rules! Please note ... these are&lt;br /&gt;all numbered '1' ON PURPOSE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put&lt;br /&gt;it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us&lt;br /&gt;complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of&lt;br /&gt;it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints&lt;br /&gt;do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it.&lt;br /&gt;That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect&lt;br /&gt;us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the&lt;br /&gt;ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it&lt;br /&gt;done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say&lt;br /&gt;during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach,&lt;br /&gt;for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have&lt;br /&gt;no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act&lt;br /&gt;like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth&lt;br /&gt;the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an&lt;br /&gt;answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared&lt;br /&gt;to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or monster&lt;br /&gt;trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the&lt;br /&gt;couch tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's like&lt;br /&gt;camping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL! HAHAAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I do when I see someone EXTREMELY GORGEOUS? I STARE, I SMILE, AND WHEN I GET TIRED...I PUT THE MIRROR DOWN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and do us all a favor and jump off it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;READ THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly woman walked into the Bank of Canada one morning with a purse full of money. She wanted to open a savings account and insisted on talking to the president of the Bank because, she said, she had a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many lengthy discussions (after all, the client is always right), an employee took the elderly woman to the president's office. The president of the Bank asked her how much she wanted to deposit. She placed her purse on his desk and replied, "$165,000". The president curious and asked her how she had been able to save so much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly woman replied that she made bets. The president was surprised and asked, "What kind of bets?" The elderly woman replied, "Well, I bet you $25,000 that your testicles are square." The president started to laugh and told the woman that it was impossible to win a bet like that. The woman never batted an eye. She just looked at the president and said, "Would you like to take my bet?" "Certainly", replied the president. "I bet you $25,000 that my testicles are not square." "Done", the elderly woman answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But given the amount of money involved, if you don't mind I would like to come back at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning with my lawyer as a witness." "No problem", said the president of the Bank confidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the president became very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of the mirror examining his testicles, turning them this way and that, checking them over again and again until he was positive that no one could consider his testicles as square and reassuring himself that there was no way he could lose the bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning at exactly 10 o'clock the elderly woman arrived at the president's office with her lawyer and acknowledged the $25,000 bet made the day before that the president's testicles were square. The president confirmed that the bet was the same as the one made the day before. Then the elderly woman asked him to drop his pants so that she and her lawyer could see clearly. The president was happy to oblige. The elderly woman came closer so she could see better and asked the president if she could touch them. "Of course", said the president. "Given the amount of money involved, you should be 100% sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly woman did so with a little smile. Suddenly the president noticed that the lawyer was banging his head against the wall. He asked the elderly woman why he was doing that and she replied, "Oh, it's probably because I bet him $100,000 that around 10 o'clock in the morning I would be holding the balls of the President of the Bank of Canada!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkk no more. :( Hahaha internet can be sooooo fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7242914616868683824?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7242914616868683824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7242914616868683824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-read-this-funny-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-2995260477788493127</id><published>2008-11-06T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:27:49.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One day your going to look back and say, Damn that girl really did love me... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroine:&lt;/strong&gt; Yah lor! Soon leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah whatever, Im not fierce at all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Varron:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! Haha yeah cos apparently, Im a prisoner now. Ok meet up soon leh! Haha yeah more like you want to see me right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:HAHAHAHAH!#@$@#%"&gt;HAHAHAHAH!#@$@#%&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABCDEFGHIJKLMN!!!!! Lol!!! Yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livia:&lt;/strong&gt; PRECISELY! Hahaha the whole world talking about it. Woah popular kid right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroine:&lt;/strong&gt; Hoiiii, haha luv you too la KFC wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaaziel:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA suhddupanddrive! I have to dye back sooner or later lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met a boy today.....prepare to shatter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-2995260477788493127?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2995260477788493127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2995260477788493127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-friends-are-always-telling-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3284534539824427985</id><published>2008-11-06T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:09:09.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I came to a conclusion: I should stay away from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At one point in your life you'll be asking yourself questions when you already know the answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harlow. I miss Jaaziel.&lt;/strong&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/_42DfItj42VE/SRL5kZ0QYjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x7BQh30wTkk/s1600-h/hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265545318150201906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SRL5kZ0QYjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x7BQh30wTkk/s320/hh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;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/_42DfItj42VE/SRL5-4kSwcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fNEg3W7Lx9s/s1600-h/curly"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265545773081346498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SRL5-4kSwcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fNEg3W7Lx9s/s320/curly" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;This thing like became a big news or something. Lol Jeremy put it as Display picture, nats post on her blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaaziel without curly hair is like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tissue box without tissue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dustbin without rubbish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheesefries without cheese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But luv you anyw!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Edited]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;NO&lt;/s&gt; OFFENCE But I didn't know rainbow can be described as sexy. -.- SEXY RAINBOW. Don't make any sense to me. How about DELICIOUS TISSUE BOX? Ok, I am quite "amazed" by this person's blog. DAMN random one. I anyhow hop hop hop then go her blog, walao eh, when I read her first post, I just shifted my arrow to the top right hand corner to end my agony. -.- Hahaha Im damn BORED la, MONDAY ok MONDAY, I prison break already monday. Grr.. IM GOING LIBRARY TMRW. My brains need food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye. I need to recharge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:HAHAHAH@#$@%"&gt;HAHAHAH@#$@%&lt;/a&gt;@!!!!! GUESS WHAT I FOUND SOMETHING FUNNY. AS I WAS BLOGHOPPING RIGHT, I SAW THIS THING DAMN FUNNY, I DONT KNOW THE MEANING OF 'pl0x' so I search on google. (Yah la very loser) HAHAHA GUESS WHATS ONE THEIR DEFINITION I SAW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; The "0" &lt;strong&gt;was added purely as a way to annoy the hell out&lt;br /&gt;of everyone who reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; A term used by n00bs, which is supposed to translated&lt;br /&gt;into 'please'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; The nooby 1337 version of please. &lt;strong&gt;used by people in&lt;br /&gt;rpg's that think they're too cool to say please&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WTH PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR I COULD ROLL MY EYES SO HARD, ITLL DROP OFF AND ITLL ROLL SO FAST, SO FAST IT COULD ROLL OUT OF THIS EARTH, STOP AND BECOME ANOTHER PLANET BESIDE PLUTO.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;WHATEVER! I STILL THINK PLUTO IS A PLANET!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@#$@#$@sfsff#$@#%$^#$&amp;amp;%grd^%&amp;amp;^!!!@#$!$!$# s &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you lend a friend $100, and you never see him/her again, that was a good investment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3284534539824427985?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3284534539824427985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3284534539824427985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-came-to-conclusion-i-should-stay-away.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_42DfItj42VE/SRL5kZ0QYjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x7BQh30wTkk/s72-c/hh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-2173608336916970828</id><published>2008-11-05T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:51:27.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:IAMSOPISSEDOFF@HOTMAIL.COM"&gt;IAMSOPISSEDOFF@HOTMAIL.COM&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao. My mother drop my phone she still got the cheek to scold me can or not! When I heard the 'TOCK' sound, I was thinking &lt;em&gt;'Woah, poor remote control, sure spoil one'&lt;/em&gt; THEN MY MOTHER.. &lt;strong&gt;'Joyce ler, why you always never keep your things properly!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO, ITS MY PHONE LEH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you believe it. I bet my phone's in coma now la.&lt;strong&gt; I am going to rebel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will dye my hair red, REALLY RED, WHOLE HEAD RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am going to have naval,septum, tongue and labret piercings!!!! Im going to pierce my nipples as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will tatto my cheeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Speak vulgarities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Runaway from home until I see my picture paste under every HDB flats!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if someone ring your doorbell at around 8 plus. Im thinking who's house to go now. &lt;a href="mailto:#@$!@$@#%$@#%@dsfs$#%^@$!#$!@#sdfewk!$#@!#$"&gt;#@$!@$@#%$@#%@dsfs$#%^@$!#$!@#sdfewk!$#@!#$&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-2173608336916970828?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2173608336916970828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/2173608336916970828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/iamsopissedoffhotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4708998894574930809</id><published>2008-11-04T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:53:56.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my morning started with zaboof. She called and miracly, I actually answered. I don't usually answer calls in the morning. Shes at bishan for like 3 hours? Woah, best shopping centre ever, lets go and shop one day. I need to know what can make one stay there for so long. HAHAHA ok, this is all sacarsm. I just want to kek her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah as I was saying, my morning started happily with zaboof but ended horribly bad! I don't even want to think about it anymore. Today is wednesday. I am still going to stay home till sunday. Or best, for this whole month.&lt;em&gt; Yah right. As if I can do it&lt;/em&gt;. I bet right, sunday Ill end up at white tangerine eating and playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALKING ABOUT POOL.&lt;/strong&gt; Rmb my poor first finger, FOR SOME reasons, the finger beside it, which is my dear middle finger, GOT BRUISE ALSO. I don't even know how the hell did it get there please. Damn pain la. SAME place somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever, I got something to blog later! I need to feed my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, my brother's girlfriend wants to get a top from a blogshop, and thats what I wanna blog about, blogshops. They sell almost the same thing, 100 blogshops, 99 all the same stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when I walk down to kovan, I see &lt;strong&gt;almost everyone&lt;/strong&gt; wearing the same overrated hoodies that has repeated, prints on them. When I walk pass everyone of them, &lt;em&gt;"Bloshoppers again&lt;/em&gt;" keep appearing in my mind. I don't understand why some blogshop still want to sell the same thing when the almost all blogshop is selling almost the same thing. Got business meh. SOME BEST, sell their old primary school bag with some old doraemon printings, or some This fashion freebie bag, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE TISSUE BOX&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ALSO HAVE OK. I don't know what they want please. &lt;em&gt;WHO THE HELL IN THE RIGHT MIND SELLS TISSUE BOX ONLINE?!&lt;/em&gt; I can die of laughter looking at that girl's shop. Feel like advertising her blogshop here but I don't want to get sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im too bored thus I am looking thru blogshops and friendster hopping. Actually right, some people are rather sensitive of who is viewing them in friendster. I dont know, but I know people got pick fight in friendster before. Damn hilarious. SOMEMORE THEY DONT KNOW EACH OTHER, still can fight leh. I don't know what to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to play MAHJONG LEH! Can someone teach me anot. I tell you ah, Im organising a party soon. Cos My parents going genting, HAHAHHAHA I am going to invite the whole world to my house and have movie marathon. :D Im so excited, scully only two people turn up :( Lol. Eh actually I think my mom reads my blog leh. Thank God my font is damn small. Cos ah, she hates to read small things. Hahaha. I want to go White tangerine tomorrow.. But I can't.. Tsk Im sinking into depression soon please. 4 more days. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 more days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, Im going to play online pool since I cant play pool in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4708998894574930809?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4708998894574930809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4708998894574930809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-cares.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4983492332226758771</id><published>2008-11-03T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:09:41.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me, You're perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I want to blog. Today is the start of my boring tuesday, and still got wednesday and thursday and friday and saturday and sunday. How sad. So, I have to find "Activities" for myself at home. Guess what! I just cooked maggie for myself! Yayyy got egg and ham. Im so smart. So nice lor! Ive never cooked such tasty maggie before, my husband is gonna be so lucky. Got maggie to eat everyday won't starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One post I can take like 2 hr you know. Even if its damn short. Becos I have so much to say but don't know how to write. Oh, I wanted to kick my brother out of the room by saying my nails looks evil. Just cos its black. Whats wrong with black nails! I think its nice and gorgeous. Asshole. No sense of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay so today, I am going to list down the ten types of people that I find HIGHLY annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who needs to stop misusing Friendster.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really honestly have issues with people on friendster that put "&lt;em&gt;View what view la&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Or&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Don't be a kaypo&lt;/em&gt;" on their shoutout in friendster. Just shut up, what is friendster for? Its like saying I love hamsters but I really hate small animals. So annoying right! &lt;strong&gt;IRONY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love or Lust?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls are skimpily dress becos of fashion, whereas SOME are skimpily dress to get attention, attention from a guy they like. If they really think if they're hot and sexy, theyll score a victory. They really need to wake up. Whats the damn use if your boyfriend hook up with you becos of yr body? Then if thats the case, they really belong to Geylang. Plus, still got money to earn. -.- This, I say, STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(This has got nothing to do with J)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hire me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd we know if our friends are telling the truth? By their expression? By their tone? How'd we know IF they're&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ACTING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, many will not know. Its really annoying to see how people put on a Innocent front to get away with things. I've seen AND experience many times. Just cos they can act damn well, they score a victory. I call that Cunning. I am definitely not nice to people that are NOT themselves. When Im typing this, a person's face keep appearing in my mind. Think about it, its a talent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pity me, Im lonely.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, on par with acting innocent. ACTING PATHETIC. This kind of people, If I ever see again, Ill walk pass them and throw a few 10cent coins. So annoying please. Acting pathetic for attention. Tears etcetcetc, or the damn sad face, kek until people ask "Eh what happen..?" How do you differentiate real or fake? If you're good at tearing people's fake front, You'll know. Damn irritating. One of my top 5 things I really cannot stand. These kind of people be beggar sure become millionair one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm 6 and I wear Prada shades, carry Dior bags. WHAT?! You're trying to kill me by asking me to wear Topshop or Forever 21 clothes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Its okay if you're really damn rich, like everyday money drop from sky, then go garden collect that type. BUT, I really pity parents that have children who loves to go for branded stuffs, WHEN they are not very well off. I think, EVEN IF they are rich, by the rate their child is spending, sooner or later declare bankruptcy. If popularity is measured by how rich you are then open your eyes and look around, Youll find a DAMN rich kid that is DAMN lonely. Would you rather have hyporcritical friends that mix with you cos of $$ or friends that mix with you becos of who You are? Some people use their parents hard earned money to buy branded stuffs to get attention from friends. If You know your friend is doing that.. will you think she's cool or simply a loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Girls belongs to HOME.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand guys with the thinking that girls are suppose to do housework, cook, give birth etcetc. They just haven't meet me and Adora. I don't owe guys a damn living, if my boyfriend ever make me do housework, THAT'S IT. Break up. I mean like, some guys just don't give girls freedom, they think girls are born as maids. Annoying? And guys who thinks that girls always must listen to them, are especially annoying too. Actually I think, this century, not many guys are like that. BUT I know there is still. I don't want to marry some guy and get tortured by him and his mother. WOAH, I rather go be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Better keep your boyfriend in a cage.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, can you please keep a distance from my boyfriend! HE IS MINE!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God. I really think these kind of girls damn throw face. If you're so afraid of your boyfriend cheating on you.. make him stay home 24/7! better, lock him up in a cage! Damn loser leh, your own bf also cannot handle. If your bf heart is not even with You in the first place, WHAT FOR?? These kind ah, sooner or later enrol in Mental hospital one. Paranoid and insecure. Oh yes, I sorta experience once, I looked at this guy cos his dressing DAMN weird. When I look away I found her GF(They were holding hands) glaring at me like want to 1 on 1 with me like that. I just gave her bf the "this-type-you-also-want-look", shake my head and walk away. I bet she's hopping mad, maybe planning to attack me soon. If your bf don't love you, DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gifts are not always Yours.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people that are childish beyond comprehension. And 4D1 got THREE people like that. So irritating can, no wonder same class. Why? Becos when they are good friends with you, they can give you sooooo many things, maybe can even give you Italy or Paris. Once you guys fight, theyll want everything back and wage a war with You. Damn childish can a not. So people out there, don't always think gifts are yours forever. Youll never know when your friends wants it back. Damn loser if you think about it. Im really happy to be in 4D2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really really HATE IT when people come "Huh, okay." or put a "Huh" when they start a sentence. Its like giving me the -_- face. I really hate it ok. I will get pissed one. I swear I will. I find it damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im prettier than YOU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbos in short. Damn annoying, their whole clique got this same thing. Theyll give comments, and they are not very nice, that piss you off and you wanna shoot them like "Yah la, ok, you prettiest ok?" Theyll just let one arrow out to shoot you, commenting on your fashion sense, make up, etcect. You know, some just want to show their friends that they are better. And we just wanna go " Ok, you damn hot and skinny, you win ok?" Quit insulting people's appearance, even if you're better than them. Its not their fault that they are born this way. Karma bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im never nice. Won't try to change to be too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope two of you die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K no more. I spent 2 hours typing this. My neck is aching now. Best. Haha Im going to bake cookies now!!!! Ill ask my brother to try first. Cos I always loveee his comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J: Nice anot????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D: Damn nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, no change. Obviously I know sometimes its not nice he will still say nice but whatever, who don't like to hear good comments? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can see thru everything but my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4983492332226758771?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4983492332226758771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4983492332226758771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-me-youre-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3938507657445477016</id><published>2008-11-03T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:05:27.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You, There's no one left</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause today, You walked out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause today, Your words felt like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you regret. I hope one day you will realised the truth, and I will be there to tell you, "You fucking deserve it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day just went like this again. I hate the damn weather. Its making my fingers tremble. Oh and, Im considered handicapped becos my first finger is failing me. I injured my knuckles, you call that. It hurts! Its like throwing an egg at a stone, and I am the egg, the pool table is the stone. Pity me. Pool reminds me of White Tangerine. I love their food ok. Heavenly tasty. Now Im hungry but thanks to my tongue, I have no appetite at all. So now I have to spend my time either on the computer or DVDs later. And ohhhhhh, good news. Ill be home for this week. No going out. Cos Ive been going out so much, my mom thinks I have a boyfriend. So in order to prove her wrong, I decided to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot today. Until Im having headache. I think of C, I think of my friends, I think of my life, I think of everything around me. I think of the words my friends say. Maybe to them, it was just a passing remark but to me, it could stay in my mind for a long long time. Like how it stayed till now. &lt;em&gt;My blog post is going to be damn boring but if you are reading this, I suggest you to do more productive stuffs like bake some cakes or smtg. &lt;/em&gt;K continue. When I do things, I seldom think of the consequences, ok, I do think of the consequences but I don't think deep into it. Only when it happened, then I go regretting. &lt;strong&gt;I am not feeling what I should be feeling now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever like and fell for a stranger? Someone you don't know. I was thinking right, if A can fall for B when A don't even know B then maybe who knows, some time in our life some A person will fall for us without us knowing. Isn't it cool. You're loved without you knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is ending can you believe it. Its so fast. When I stepped into Jan 2008, &lt;em&gt;(which is during Jaaziel birthday,lol)&lt;/em&gt; I told myself, this year is going to be a bad year. Which is true! Lol. Eh I think Im a sadist pls, &lt;strong&gt;I feel sad that O levels is ending soon&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA! Becos I can't make people jealous!!! And I can't shop in peace with the alarming rate of students coming to places that I want to go and shop! &lt;strong&gt;URGH.&lt;/strong&gt; Why can't O levels be like one year long or smtg. Then so many places will have so many people. Grr... I better go suntan before O levels end! &lt;a href="mailto:!#!@$!#$#@%#$^%%$^#$@!#$"&gt;!#!@$!#$#@%#$^%%$^#$@!#$&lt;/a&gt;!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so embarrassed to tell people my CCA pls. I want to strangle and kill myself for filling in the CCA form 3 years back!!!!!!!! I should have write "I am handicapped" or something right! &lt;em&gt;Ah yah, like theyll buy it.&lt;/em&gt; BUT still Interact sounds better pls. Grr.. Adora the lucky kid. If next year Milk is our bio teacher, thats it lor. Thats it. We are caged forever. We, refers to me and jaaziel AND ZABOOF. Dont care. Must make her share our agony. I miss the times where Me boof and Jaaz keeps on ponning stupid drills! Next year, It wont be the same becos of ONE mistake, my entire life changed :( Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for this month is to lose 5 kg. HAHAHAHAHAH yah right more like gain 5 kg. Hana laugh la laugh la. I bet everyone will also gain weight lor. Wah scully everyone fucking skinny when school reopen then with my weight + 5 kg. Shit, to prevent that from happenning, I better lose 5kg. HAHAHA what if I go school then Im the only skinny one, &lt;em&gt;YAYYYY...&lt;/em&gt; Ok yah right. Anwy right, I think Im super unobservant when it comes to certain stuffs. I think if I got cancer one day I also won't know. Im sick for 3 days, I only know it on the 3rd day. Ok no, not I know when MY MOM told me then I know. Haha so &lt;strong&gt;punchline is: I think I will die early&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love eggs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to teach my brother hygiene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to learn how to bathe early&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am happy cos I can sleep very late and wake up very late today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I own a psp how about you? :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my name is so common. And I do feel sad about that at times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like random stuffs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate people who eat like 5 fries at one go. So irritating.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I want to stop sounding like some singaporean can anot! With all the singlish! Whenever I read other people's blog, LIKE WOAHHHH their english is like.. &lt;a href="mailto:LKNSDWHEFQR#@!@#@##$rtq#$t$#t%$#!%"&gt;LKNSDWHEFQR#@!@#@##$rtq#$t$#t%$#!%&lt;/a&gt;!# Don't-understand-cos-too-chim that type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will attend english lessons soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3938507657445477016?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3938507657445477016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3938507657445477016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/without-you-theres-no-one-left.html' title='Without You, There&apos;s no one left'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-4506419941316760525</id><published>2008-11-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:09:11.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Write out Your thoughts about the numbers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person that's on my mind all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish both of them gets together soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when can we ever wreck havoc in GB again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to top up my EZ link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Six&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of the day I always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One number I used to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NA clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of the night I used to hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eleven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twelve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mispronounciation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thirteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to be register number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of fat people I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sixteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seventeen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazine(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eighteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age I wanna be now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nineteen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twenty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom&amp;amp;Jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats quite lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS BORING. I swear, It never used to be so boring, I have no idea whether is it me or is it everything that is happening to me. OR is it becos there's no school. Now I know where my Joy comes from... SCHOOL. HAHAHAHAHA In a way, A BAD WAY. Now that holidays is here, I find myself wasting my life away hanging out in random place. I need to find things to do, AH YAH, like a job? I really take my mom's words into consideration, &lt;strong&gt;WHO THE HELL WILL HIRE ME&lt;/strong&gt;. But I don't mind trying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, tell me what should I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digress abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WALAO now I feel so left out without lifejournal!! Everyone is having LJ for God's sake. Assholes. Will you all just come back and don't be a loser! :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are sweating. Don't know why too. I have ulcer on my tongue. Mofo, its so hard to talk and eat now. Im so pissed. I don't even know how did it get there lor! Shit, I sound so singaporean. With all the singlish. Whatever, Im kool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OH GUESS WHAT! JAAZIEL REBONDED HER HAIR EVERYONE! CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HER&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!!!! ILL MISS YR CURLY HAIR, THOUGH IT ALWAYS GIVES US AWAY DURING THE&lt;br /&gt;TIMES WHEN WE RAN AWAY FROM LESSONS, THOUGH ITS HOW WE RECOGNISE YOU, THOUGH IT&lt;br /&gt;USED TO BE OUR OLD JOKE. ILL MISS YR HAIR SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gonna cry now.&lt;/em&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;Yah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I wanna go see her tomorrow. I also want to rebond hair can a notttt. But my mom says I shouldn't! I am so obedient right. So take back your "Joyce-is-so-rebellious-and-naughty-lah"! Oh and guess what. Im going to write a letter soon. But then... Im still hesitating a lot. I have to be very careful with my words. Im too straightforward and my words are comparable with dora's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel and devil in me keeps on arguing for the past few days. I am going crazy soon. I swear. Don't tell me Im retarded cos I am not. Im sure they lives in everyone of us. This is highly annoying. I am so indecisive. That is the ONE thing I hate about myself most. I can't seem to stick to my principles all the time. I don't see why I can't when&lt;strong&gt; C&lt;/strong&gt; can. Its difficult. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go library soon.&lt;br /&gt;I want to bake soon.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch saw 5 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to see You soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to sleep soon. Its only 12:02 and I wanna sleep. I must be insane. My sleeping time is 2 or 3. I think that's the reason for the ulcer on my tongue hindering me scolding people, talking, cursing, eating. HAHA no la I not so bad. Sometimes I think, I am such a sadist. Actually, time flies yeah? When N's is nearing, I kept praying itll be holiday soon and now there, holidays is here and Im still not satisfied. Is it me or is it we are all like this, never satisfied. Ok, maybe I just didn't use my time wisely. I practically wasted my time away day dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to bathe, I HATE TO BATHE. Cos Im always thinking so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-4506419941316760525?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4506419941316760525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/4506419941316760525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/write-out-your-thoughts-about-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7712825881803397663</id><published>2008-11-01T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:17:13.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hero is finally sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first thing I think of in the morning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When will I ever get to see your face again"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7712825881803397663?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7712825881803397663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7712825881803397663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/hero-is-finally-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7322465923140996827</id><published>2008-11-01T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:10:28.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanted anything the way that I want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my words dont seem to matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My words dont seem to matter&lt;br /&gt;And you look at me and I can see&lt;br /&gt;The lies youre running too&lt;br /&gt;But my words dont seem to matter&lt;br /&gt;Id rather have you tested and true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7322465923140996827?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7322465923140996827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7322465923140996827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-never-wanted-anything-way-that-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-988109115559634353</id><published>2008-10-31T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:44:02.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always ask myself, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is popularity and fame so important?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand. Up till now, there's still people that believes in&lt;em&gt; if-i-backstab-her-i-gain-trust&lt;/em&gt;. At least, don't try it on me?! You made me feel so childish ok. I am still dealing with all these problems I never had to lay a finger on back then. Ok maybe I did, but that was in sec 2. And I hated it so much, I hated who I was. And when I was in sec 3, I was better, I was happier, happier until somebody just had to come and destroy everything. And ever since then, I changed. Changed into somebody who forgotten how to smile. Wait, I shouldn't put it that way, I was happy, until I was forced to change under certain circumstances. Whatever happened recently, reminded me of what happened 2 years ago. I sat there, I tell myself, I will not let history repeat itself. I will never let my emotions gets the better of me becos, back then, I got so affected and it ruined me, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K back to where I was. I don't understand why when the whole world knows how shes like and yet they chose to get manipulated. Fucking stupid I say. I tell you, the next asshole who believes her and come jumping to conclusions asking me stupid questions, Ill flare. WHAT THE F, YOU KNOW HER FOR HOW LONG?! &lt;strong&gt;SO MANY GODDAMNIT YEARS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn pissed off. I don't owe anyone any stupid explaination. If I treat you like a friend, Ill be really nice to you but once we're not, WE ARE NOT. Dont expect anything nice to come out from me. If You wanna burn bridges, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so affected by this stupid matter. I swallowed so much words. And I realised each time Im controlling my temper, my hands will sweat. And its sweating profusely now. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to repeat things. I say it one time, and that's it. I give up trying to save this friend of mine but apparently, she doesn't listen to me. She always asked for my advice and whenever I tell her something, shell do another thing. I could see so much of me still living in her. But then I know, Youll never learn unless you fall. Dont you think so. But then, if one day she ever falls, Ill still be there for her. She was once damn close to me. Shes the girl who gave me two box of plasters before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking so much my head is spinning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres friends I really really really really &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;, but theyll never know. I know theyll never know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres a couple of people I really really really really &lt;strong&gt;wanna talk to&lt;/strong&gt;. But theyll never know, I know theyll never know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres people I really really really really really&lt;strong&gt; miss&lt;/strong&gt;. But they'll never know. I know theyll never know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres friends I&lt;strong&gt; drop tears for&lt;/strong&gt;, but theyll never know. I know theyll never know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-988109115559634353?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/988109115559634353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/988109115559634353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-always-ask-myself-is-popularity-and.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-259725610046919574</id><published>2008-10-30T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:09:12.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put in so little effort and you expect so much. I wonder when will you ever come to your senses. Humans are damn complicated. I wish Im a crocodile or something. Humans have more feelings, which I think is the reason why the world is more to the pessimistic side. Cos humans are never satisfied with what they have. Like me. And Im damn sure not ONLY me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random. I honestly think that I always attempt to test my fears. I know I scared to do something BUT YET, I will still do it. Hahahaha LIKE, watching&lt;strong&gt; The coffin.&lt;/strong&gt; when you mention the title, my legs can go numb alr pls. But Im still going to watch it, no matter what :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow, I will be too scared to bathe, sleep and everything that concerns only me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like talking to You. I swear. But I know I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, You appear like a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-259725610046919574?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/259725610046919574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/259725610046919574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7892806082000652588</id><published>2008-10-29T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:49:13.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Talking in the sanme convo with Nats, Riane and Boof is laughing hell..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7892806082000652588?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7892806082000652588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7892806082000652588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/talking-in-sanme-convo-with-nats-riane.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-28823921938483033</id><published>2008-10-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:10:55.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ADORA I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you shave yr hair bald youll be 2 kg lghter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-28823921938483033?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/28823921938483033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/28823921938483033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/adora-i-just-thought-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-9146627528137125713</id><published>2008-10-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:49:54.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. EH I am still damn proud of myself ok! I know Jaaziel the best lor! I was the top! Can euu believe it! Jaaziel you better love me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VCDs, Food, Computer for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW SENTOSA I CANNOT WAIT! Hahaha I hope my fan club member like Adora can wake up. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall disturb people later to kill time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or maybe add people online and talk to them randomly. (MAKE FRIENDS WHAT) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or add more friends in friendster I feel so friendless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or send friendster messages to my friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or Send a mass hotmail message to all my friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did none of the above.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA! Ok anwy, I have this bet with my family. If me and my brother stop saying vulgarities and I be gentle. My mom will give me and my brother what we want for christmas. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am going to stop using vulgarities and be gentle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha I swear. I must keep my promise. &lt;em&gt;I wrote this to constantly remind myself, I have to pay a price to get what I want..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. ADORA YOU BETTER BE READING THIS! Don't be late for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-9146627528137125713?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9146627528137125713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/9146627528137125713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-1034623454976720186</id><published>2008-10-25T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:18:23.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went friendster and I saw something that grossed me out, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zelia pls talk to me after you see this. I need to share with you my agony. !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-1034623454976720186?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1034623454976720186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/1034623454976720186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-5146543919812099899</id><published>2008-10-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:38:08.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having so much to say and watching you walk away</title><content type='html'>I realised something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to be at home for 2 days, I can don't drink water for 2 days. I seldom get thirsty. I am weirdddddd. Today I went Ikea! The food there is justtt heaven I tell you first! I practically spent my money on FOOD. Hahahaha bloody hell. Everytime I go out confirm got weird things happen! You take a bus trip you confirm see fashion disaster somewhere. And then mad people doing mad things. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my sunday is going to be boring. I will watch VCD AND WHOOHOOO MONDAY I AM GOING SENTOSA. Yayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually I still feel the kick deep inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-5146543919812099899?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5146543919812099899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/5146543919812099899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/having-so-much-to-say-and-watching-you.html' title='Having so much to say and watching you walk away'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-442545743023117167</id><published>2008-10-24T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:49:20.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITED</title><content type='html'>WAH whats with all the middle names ah! I got one for myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joyce Pretty Ler&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls, I cooler than those &lt;em&gt;Andrea Monique Ang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Samantha Chelsea Tan&lt;/em&gt; can a not. Hahah eh I dont know if they exist ok. I anyhow one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, My one tells so much about me. Tell people my name they know more about me alr. ;) HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha me and my brother having verbal war now. How cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Im sooo bored can or not. I really think I have no life lor. I am going to change my URL soon. Haha COS WHAT THE FUCK, google my name can alr. Oh think abt it I havent been to nuffnang for quite sometime. Ever since my com broke down. I miss my com!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think abt it, actually when you lose something, you regret not treasuring it. But then right, even if you treasure it, youll still feel the pinch when you lose it. Okay, I am not making any sense. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention, when I stepped into the salon I was damn prepared to get suspended! Hahaha I was telling my mom that and guess what, my mom just told the hairdresser to do the colour I choose cos I am prepared to get suspended. -.- walao! Hahaha and when we come home, she listed me all the reasons to tell the teacher. But honestly, she knows I don't bother. lets just take one step at a time. They can't afford to expel a prettysmartass like me. HAHAHAHA! I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sec 2 year ends, me and Jaaziel was planning our sec 3 life, saying we will be the good girls and not be naughty. Apparently, we didnt achieve that standard. After sec 3 life, me and Jaaziel was also planning our sec 4 life. But each year becomes worst! Hahahaha wth! And guess what, we are naughty &lt;strong&gt;but we don't have demerit points&lt;/strong&gt;, YET. Haha not yet maybe. A lot of people think we have can or not. &lt;a href="mailto:#$#$%#%#^T$##@%@$#%"&gt;#$#$%#%#^T$##@%@$#%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai bai. Tomorrow going Ikea, monday going sentosa! I am a happy girl. Oh, I am changing my blog URL damn soon. Cos It is too obvious and I might get demerit points any moment, the way I say things. Stupid stalker teachers. &lt;a href="mailto:#QRREWW$%@$#%@$%"&gt;#QRREWW$%@$#%@$%&lt;/a&gt;@ Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nights.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-442545743023117167?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/442545743023117167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/442545743023117167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahaha-me-and-my-brother-having-verbal.html' title='EDITED'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-800151616343795174</id><published>2008-10-24T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:00:29.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jeremy Lucas and Riane low officially joined my fan club.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am so excited for monday. Me and bella planned a sentosa outing. EXCITING ANOT YOU TELL ME NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A likes B but B has a gf.&lt;br /&gt;B hates A but A likes B.&lt;br /&gt;A still likes B but A doesnt want to see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;B is studying. A is playing.&lt;br /&gt;A is thinking of B but B is thinking of C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-800151616343795174?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/800151616343795174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/800151616343795174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/jeremy-lucas-and-riane-low-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-3657842514021300715</id><published>2008-10-23T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:05:11.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I take back my words. Neopets sucks. I need my computer! :( My mom is not afraid of me leaving home. She says no one will dare to keep me for more than 3 days. Shes betting with me. So who's house is available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to prove her wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The school:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello Is this Joyce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The school:&lt;/strong&gt; Joyce! Why are you not in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Holiday go school for what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The school:&lt;/strong&gt; NO! It is not holiday for you! Come to school now ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Are You insane?! Cannot la! I going to highlight my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The school:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(GUESS WHAT)&lt;/em&gt; Ok then.. see you soon in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAH I was expecting a call from gaytang or big bird can anot!!!!! Lol!! K la, made my morning cheerful abit. I am going to watch TV now. Enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the school will stop calling me. &lt;em&gt;Im on the verge of throwing my phone out of my window.. but i can't...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos..&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;strong&gt;My mom will throw me out of the house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-3657842514021300715?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3657842514021300715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/3657842514021300715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-miracle.html' title=''/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-7258515061408582612</id><published>2008-10-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:48:09.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that You're that girl, the girl who is smiling while selling matchsticks.&lt;strong&gt; Simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that You could sing and dance? &lt;strong&gt;Talented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that You could see more colourful things? &lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that JeanYip won't reject your application form? &lt;strong&gt;Looks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that You could wake up smiling? &lt;strong&gt;Happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that You could swim with the dolphines?&lt;strong&gt; Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that when You open your eyes and hope is all you can see? &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that You could hug Chase Crawford? &lt;strong&gt;Popularity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish that someone would dance in the rain for You?&lt;strong&gt; Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't You wish to have all of the above? &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever tried a jump from 100th level all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should experience it too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the blind could tell I was lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7335075925336221874-7258515061408582612?l=daylightlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7258515061408582612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7335075925336221874/posts/default/7258515061408582612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daylightlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>JL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07838548697705121106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7335075925336221874.post-117565678221199455</id><published>2008-10-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T05:56:27.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I need to blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My computer crashed. I am so pissed, I just push it to the ground(Its damn heavy). I keep on trying to revive it but it has no life. That did not mark the end of my misfortunate events today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met a damn bitchy girl when I was on my way to library. She actually told the world about me shooting her vulgarities within 2 days. I was impressed by her complaining skills. However, that did not bother me the most. The thing that bothers me the most is her, FACE. I have no idea why she's so irritating looking already and her character makes it worst. Sometimes, I think needs to learn her lesson before someone cut off her limbs and boil her for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and did I mention. I was apparently, studying at kovan macs for like quite awhile. So of cos, you know me, I attract troubles wherever I go. And its mostly girls. Some guy broke that spell, and you know what, he blogged about me when he don't know me. Nothing really bad but he is so sacarstic and that made me wanna dig out his balls and play ping pong. &lt;em&gt;Wait, what balls?&lt;/em&gt; Ok anwy, I saw his name tag, and a couple of my friends know him. Shocking, I went to his friendster profile and came upon his blog.. reading his damn first post. I was so pissed, I swear I wanted to call up his school and tell his DM that he molested me. Ah, I will be so contented to know that he will get whack in jail with scars on his back and he can't have sex for the next 6 years of his life or rather, the rest of his life cos no girl will wanna get * by him. And he'll be sorry. Of cos I didn't do that. Cos, I doubt that gayDM of our school will believe me. But to think again, I shouldnt be wasting my precious time and youth on that bastard. I still told Dora he was cute. I'd pay a million to take back my words now. I wanna fucking kill him. &lt;strong&gt;He is the reason why lesbianism exist. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is not the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got caught for my socks, uniform, hair tie, earrings and fingernails today. I was so fucking pissed with him. He sort of threatened me. So I got real pissed and when Im pissed, Im not nice. He obviously shoot me the same old words "Joyce, If youre not talking to me nicely, then youre forcing me" and obviously Ill go.. " Force you to do what". He is so lame and childish I wonder he is really in his 40s. Why must I be nice when he is taking away my things. Stupid gay. I hate him so m
