<?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-4365896672280158170</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:30:26.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just being me! (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-8418359111595236499</id><published>2010-10-13T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:35:24.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright, since I've decided to finally move on..&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to move on from this blog too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is too depressing. Seriously? If I have to use a blog to talk to someone seem pretty pathetic to me.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever update it anyway. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be a real bitch sometimes. But well, I can't please everyone. And I don't expect everyone to please me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just gonna use this last post and rant full force.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pretty glad I have friends to stay by me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad Jing and I talked.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz then, I wouldn't have to drag about thinking whether I should consider staying or not.&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;What we are doing is REALLY childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a fight with a friend, I'll NEVER pull another friend into it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why must we get them involved?&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I can think of is to get them on your side so they can hate me more. So that you won't feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's REEAAALLL mature, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Seems logical to me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Say all the bad things you want about me.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all the 'I never said this'.&lt;br /&gt;And the blur reactions when the truth comes out.&lt;br /&gt;It's irritating. And disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Not once during this entire period have I said anything bad about you without adding a compliment after it.&lt;br /&gt;Not once have I dragged the others and tell them about how bad you are as a friend or what. Or all the faults you had.&lt;br /&gt;When they ask about you, I just say 'Oh. I'm not sure. Must be doing work? Haven't talked to them in awhile.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that comes out of your mouth when a back is turned just shows what kind of a person you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting out of this so called 'friendship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need friends who talks bad about each other.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need friends who doesn't help when one is in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just saying that we have our own differences and I finally know that now.&lt;br /&gt;I accept that fact.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that maybe we're just not meant to be that 'Real friends' the teachers told us we'll find after secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we can only be normal friends. Those that says 'hi-bye' to each other.&lt;br /&gt;I apologize if the words I use above are really vulgar and insulting.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it is a blog and I have every right to rant whatever I feel like here. Half the things here may not mean anything. It's just a spur of the moment thing.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like it then guess it's just another difference we have with with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if your feelings are hurt. But mine was too.&lt;br /&gt;I just want peace. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine, I hope you're reading this too.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know what you feel about me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't mean the 'I never liked you and never will' part.&lt;br /&gt;Part of me did mean it. Well, not the never will part though. You can be a likable person at times.&lt;br /&gt;But the only reason why I didn't like you was cuz of that whole during the Julian incident. When you first got him as your boyfriend. You gotta admit. You weren't exactly a what I'd call a great friend. I know its all in the past, but it was just an impression I couldn't get over.&lt;br /&gt;And the things people told me about what you said about me. It just made the whole thing worse.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that you're a nice person in front of me, but once my back is turned, all the stuff people told me just makes me feel all skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're innocent and what I'm saying is all a lie.. Then I sincerely apologize.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being truthful here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to create more tension. Just saying how I feel so that you won't go all 'What? Since when?' question marks all over.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making peace! And I'm getting rid of all this negative air.&lt;br /&gt;Start fresh with a new semester! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: CAN'T WAIT FOR FRIDAY!!!!!!! S.A.T.I.M! Can't wait to see you girls! *Hearts* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-8418359111595236499?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/8418359111595236499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/10/alright-since-ive-decided-to-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/8418359111595236499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/8418359111595236499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/10/alright-since-ive-decided-to-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6643120884549892581</id><published>2010-09-27T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:15:27.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstabbing. It's pretty clear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For those who don't know what &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;BACKSTABBING&lt;/span&gt; is... I took the liberty of getting a few examples from the net just for them. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="hw"&gt;back·stab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="pron"&gt;(b&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/abreve.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;k&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;st&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/abreve.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;b&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="pseg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tr.v.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;back·stabbed&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;back·stab·bing&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;back·stabs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="ds-single"&gt; To attack (someone) unfairly, especially in an underhand, deceitful manner: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;"Some backstab each other and threaten to settle their differences with a punch"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;(Thomas Boswell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.thefreedictionary.com/backstabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="infl-inline"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;backstabber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;plural&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="form-of plural-form-of lang-en"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/backstabbers" title="backstabbers"&gt;backstabbers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/traitor" title="traitor"&gt;traitor&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/hypocrite" title="hypocrite"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/a&gt;, such as a co-worker or friend assumed &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/trustworthy" title="trustworthy"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/a&gt; but who figuratively attacks when one's back is turned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/backstabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://backstabber.urbanup.com/820350"&gt;2.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Backstabber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="definition"&gt;someone who acts like your friend, pretends they  care about you then purposely continues to carry out actions that they  know hurt you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="example"&gt;continuing to sleep with someone you're in love with then calling you one of their 'best friends'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://backstabber.urbanup.com/377894"&gt;3.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   backstabber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="definition"&gt;A person who pretends to be a friend, but then betrays you&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Trust No one!! life's full of backstabbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=backstabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Alright, there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's basically like a frienemy. Someone who pretends to be your friend but talks bad about you when your back is turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So don't act blur when you know you are a Backstabber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6643120884549892581?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6643120884549892581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/backstabbing-its-pretty-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6643120884549892581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6643120884549892581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/backstabbing-its-pretty-clear.html' title='Backstabbing. It&apos;s pretty clear.'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-3586072321914360324</id><published>2010-09-22T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:45:41.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Justin, you BETTER not get together with her. NO.MATTER.WHAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(O__O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know what her little problem is. (=.=)ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ANYWAY, on another note.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW'S SATC MARATHON WITH THE GIRLS! WHEEEEHEEHEE~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;L4D2 is getting to me thanks to Nat. She got me to play with it in the first place. THANKS NAT! Hahax! its actually pretty fun. Well, the only reason why I agreed to play lan was cuz I thought it'd be a great way to bond with her and friends. And of course, maybe finally understand why guys like Josh is so into gaming. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I some what understand. All the screaming and the yelling. And the adrenaline pumping through my veins! WHOO! \(^ o ^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Some of my friends kept asking how L and I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But honestly, I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought that phone call was the answer to all our problems. But apparently, it wasn't. Cuz the next day, it just went back to L practically looking as though I don't exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe its just me, but even eye contact wasn't there. Just walk by. LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Asked her out for lunch once, but boss was more important as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Guess N was right. She's usually on the neutral party, but she could even tell that she's changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I reeeaaally don't know what to say. Cuz I honestly don't know what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For once, I actually see L in a whole new different angle. I've seen how she treats people she doesn't like. Like Rebecca. And I somewhat felt the sting of that treatment Rebecca got from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not suaning her or anything. But I'm just saying what I feel cuz like I said. I don't know what is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought the talk we had was fine. But all of a sudden, the next day. It was as though that talk never happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I did admit I was in the wrong, I started this whole thing. I apologized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So.. What is happening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shyness? Ego?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I have got no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You know how much ego I had to put aside (knowing how much I can be such a egomaniac), how much courage I have to bring out just to talk to you sometimes and pretend you're not even there cuz you don't even seem like you bother acknowledging me there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It suddenly seems like a joke. Pretending everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We could see that you're suddenly following her everywhere she goes. Listening to everything she says. Okay, maybe not suddenly. You've been doing that for years now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know. Cuz from what I can see, you're laughing and smiling a lot on the outside, but we both know, you're not fully happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, I know you have her to talk to everyday. But iszit enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All I want to know is that do I still have that best friend I knew and loved since sec 3? We used to talk about everything and anything with no problems together. Still there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When you gave me that what seemed like an arrogant chuckle on thursday, I felt like. Whoa. That's her? Trust me. It sounded arrogant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It seriously for once, made me feel. Like either it's just me or she changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know saying that you changed will piss you off. But I haven't talked to you since that phone call. And seeing you in a 'Not-my-friend' perspective... Kinda natural to think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;In your eyes, I may have changed, but I wouldn't know cuz well, we haven't talked in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, it's the holidays. I'm tired of 'busy with work'. 'Made plans with boss and the guys'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally for once and for all, I just want to know if my best friend is still there. If not, I really want to move on. It's really tiring waiting for something to happen. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hanging on to something that's not there is really tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So just drop me a message or something. Cuz I'm sure you don't wanna leave this hanging either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;You said you missed talking to me. I missed that too. So what is happening? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me soon alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh. And to tell you honestly. I really really don't like S. You should know. You've known it even since secondary school. I don't like her. Never have, never will. We both just naturally don't like each other. So, I wouldn't really care if she hates me or not. Sorry, but I just want to know from YOU. How YOU feel. Not how SHE feels. Alright? If you need her approval of whether you should be friends with me or not, then okay. I have nothing else to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm tired of love-hate relationships. It's freakin' retarded. I need real friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm pretty sure you'll understand if I say that I seriously do not care about her. We back-stab each other all the time. And you were always in the middle. So what's the point of me caring about what she says when in the end, we will never be honest friends? So hopefully you'll tell me honestly how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry if anything here offended you in any way. But it seems like the only way I can talk to you is here. And I have no idea if you actually read this. LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So I just spill everything here hoping you'll reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;For the rest of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Wondering what's going on in my mind? My life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well since I haven't updated in awhile, I shall put it in summary! Hahax! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have a group of IJ friends who are willing to be there for me. I meet up with them almost every week for some girl time. Meeting them tomorrow! CAN'T WAIT! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kayak is tiring, may be quitting soon. Seriously cannot keep up. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm glad to have Nat in NYP to talk to almost everyday. We've known each other since sec 1, and I'm glad to have her as an awesome friend. LOVE YOU NAT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Josh is awesome and I love him. We're getting into our 5th month together. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Guides are doing great. The juniors are improving tremendously. Proud of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Spending more time with my family. They're doing great. Just spent the night playing with lanterns with mom and Qalista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Worrying about Qalista's upcoming PSLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Qaiser's been busy lately. 3rd year and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Gonna spend more time with the girls this holidays. Lots planned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Justin and I have gotten closer as friends. THANKS FOR HELPING WITH THE HOUSE WORK JUSTIN! AND YOU TOO JOSH. Hahax! The strong men in my life. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmm.. Other than that, that's all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The only stressing matters in life are Kayaking and L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hope to settle them soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;OH! I LOVE THIS COLOOOUURRRR!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;See ya! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-3586072321914360324?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/3586072321914360324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/justin-you-better-not-get-together-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/3586072321914360324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/3586072321914360324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/justin-you-better-not-get-together-with.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-5035782114750020946</id><published>2010-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T08:55:15.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ohh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So NOW you choose to blame me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAX! You're such a retard I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It all happened LAST YEAR, SMALL GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You're DELIRIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you actually thought no one knew what happened between you 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAH! J-O-K-E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'I don't want to be friends with her anymore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, NEWS FLASH! We've never been friends since you started being a bitch last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT.A.JOKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously, stop acting cute. And grow up! Not physically, but mentally you doofus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't be bothered with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop making other peoples life miserable can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And don't start making up stories about how I back-stabbed you. You did it to yourself, man. Don't start making stuff up about how other people said I told your secrets to the world just to make me look bad. That's really immature of you. (Its not like you ever acted mature in the first place.) =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You thought I was your close friend? HAH! I thought you would grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess we all can't be happy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP ASSUMING WITHOUT KNOWING BOTH SIDES OF THE STORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That's just stupid to keep assuming stuff. It only makes your life worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're not happy, come straight to me, COWARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't be bothered with retardedly emotional people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said. I know who my real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;I can bet a lot. You don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop crying! GEEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-5035782114750020946?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/5035782114750020946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohh-so-now-you-choose-to-blame-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/5035782114750020946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/5035782114750020946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohh-so-now-you-choose-to-blame-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-8909121589532964175</id><published>2010-09-06T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:58:37.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm starting to know who my real friends are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;REAL FRIENDS are those who....&lt;br /&gt;... I can totally relate to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... are willing to sacrifice their time for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... will come up to me and say 'Hey! What's up!' when h/she sees me sitting alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... will never judge me when I make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... never back-stabs another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... will say 'Hey! Let's talk.' after a fight and in the end, forgives each other and life still goes back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... will ask 'Are you okay?' when they feel that something's wrong even if there isn't anything wrong in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... can make even the most awkward situation seem funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... won't mind sharing their stuff with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... are willing to offer you the comfort of their home when you run away from your own.&lt;br /&gt;... will never walk pass you without smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... will never think of ditching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... will make an effort to stay in your life when something goes wrong and never 'just shrug it off'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... can keep secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... stays with you through thick and thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;... stands up for you when people talks bad about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I would do this for my friends. But REAL friends would do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm starting to know who my real friends are. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-8909121589532964175?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/8909121589532964175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/real-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/8909121589532964175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/8909121589532964175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/real-friends.html' title='Real Friends'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-7712495234600307203</id><published>2010-09-02T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:41:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahahax! I'm actually tired of waiting. It's as good as not having a friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"It takes years to build  up trust, and just seconds to destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just consider it destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. 2 MORE WEEEEEEKKKKSSSSSSS!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been missing a lot of kayak training. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna meet Sarah now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-7712495234600307203?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/7712495234600307203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/hahahax-im-actually-tired-of-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/7712495234600307203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/7712495234600307203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/09/hahahax-im-actually-tired-of-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-4788368094694900514</id><published>2010-08-27T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:16:24.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MAN! I'm SOOoOoO DEPRESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;School starts on MONDAY! NooOoOoOo~ DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't believe the YOG break has passed by SO FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I hope the project thingy passes by even faster.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Training is taking up A LOT of my time. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh! Tomorrow meeting Bridget to catch up alil and help her on her project. Hahax! miss her so much. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And THANKS MANGAI! For getting the YOG tickets for me on wed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Love you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;VACA!!!! *Hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-4788368094694900514?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/4788368094694900514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-im-soooooo-depressed-school-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4788368094694900514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4788368094694900514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-im-soooooo-depressed-school-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6945156657000383300</id><published>2010-08-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:16:28.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18th Birthday Plan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Alright, as most of you already know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;TUESDAY, 17th AUGUST 2010 is MY 18th BIRTHDAY!!!!! OH MY GAWD! SO EXCITING!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So, I've made plans with some people to celebrate it with me this entire week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the plans so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning - Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Afternoon - Celebrate with Kayakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Night - Celebrate with Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning - Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Afternoon - Guides (Tentative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Night - Celebrate with Jing, Yi Ning, Shirin, Atiqah, (Tentative: Sherms, Kim, Ain &amp;amp; Steph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning - Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Afternoon/Night - Celebrate with Jia Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Morn/Aftn - Celebrate with Josh (Tentative)&lt;br /&gt;Night - Celebrate with Sarah, Teresa, Iylia &amp;amp; Mangai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning - Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Afternoon/Night - Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Morning - Training (Tentative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Afternoon/Night - Celebrate with Hector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sad that most of my mornings are spent training.. But I've got to train hard to keep up with the team if I want to stay on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My weekends are pretty free, so hope there will be people to fill up the spaces for me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I seriously hope I'll be able to spend some time celebrating this special occasion with my best friends especially.&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time celebrating it after so many years (Cuz usually this would have been the exam period, so no time to celebrate with friends..).&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking much. Just a nice meal together would be nice. I don't bother planning such big parties cuz it's just too much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully I'll get a response!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanna give a HUGE THANKS all those who are putting their time aside to celebrate my birthday with me! You people are the greatest and I really appreciate that! Love you all so much! See ya soon! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The up coming week is gonna be SUPER EXCITING!!!! CAN'T WAIT!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6945156657000383300?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6945156657000383300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6945156657000383300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6945156657000383300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-plan.html' title='18th Birthday Plan!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6331972821869988192</id><published>2010-08-09T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:53:48.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is AWESOMEZZZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Life has been great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kayakers are all nuts I tell you! Hahax! Seriously can't wait to head to the beach with them this week and to the club next! YAY! My birthday is coming. It's so exciting! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yes, work is still a heck load of stress, but nothing alil push won't help. I'll work extra hard the next semester I tell you! JIA YOU! I feel so motivated~! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hmmm... I'm thinking of catching up with some of the IJ mates next week cuz they told Qalista they miss me. HAHAHAX! I miss them so much too! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.. Other than that. Lynn has still not talked to me. I guess she decided to drop this friendship. So, okay luh. Guess there goes 3 years down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;From what I heard, she's not very happy. Mood has gotten worse lately. But oh wells. Its not like I don't want to talk to her, but it seems like she just chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall just pray for her and hope she'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Talked to Justin not too long ago. He seems happy. And confused. As usual. hahahax! Had a nice chat with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Had dinner with Alastair and the twins a few weeks back. They were crazy over inception. Which by the way. AN AWESOME MOVIE! Managed to watch with half the class! hahahax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So far so good my life has been. I'm loving it! (: &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6331972821869988192?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6331972821869988192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-awesomezzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6331972821869988192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6331972821869988192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-awesomezzz.html' title='Life is AWESOMEZZZ!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-2753024138221816542</id><published>2010-07-20T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:51:35.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only 1 way 2 say those 3 words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Like what the great teachers of the past always say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'It takes 2 hands to clap!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hahax! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I had a great time last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Training was so awesome! Managed to sprint a lot. Pushed myself to the limit! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ONZ group FTW! \(^ o ^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I tell you, if Regine keeps pushing me without pushing herself, I am so gonna kill her luh! Hahax! But she's damn cute! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;June is passing me all her mosquitoes, I swear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OH! AND I LOST WEIGHT! WHOoOO~ XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Spent 3hrs talking with ohemgee after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was really great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It's amazing to know someone who is really reasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;First time in my life I've met someone who knows how to solve a problem without hesitation. Like heads on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;He really knows what to do in different kinds of situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Though he can be really reliable, I already promised myself to never rely too much on a person. Not even family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We talked a lot about the difference in gender and about how girls can be so mafan. We always let our emotions get the better of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A small thing can lead to a fight. And that fight can last FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;For guys, they can just forget it all in a day. They simply apologize and let bygones be bygones. A simple sorry and a handshake is all it takes to solve everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I wish girls can be like that. But no, instead, they decide to never let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ohemgee says that I'm like stuck in the middle; between both genders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well, I do understand both genders cuz they actually aren't difficult to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Girls are more complex and dramatic. (It's like built in their system or something.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Guys are more simple and straightforward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Having been through girl drama for the past 11 years is pretty tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It gets so mundane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Same thing all over again. But yet, you just learn to live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I miss Cally Ng! Like OMG! Hahahax! She's definitely the best girlfriend I've ever had in my life. I love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;After much thought, I've realized what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, I doubt she bothers reading anything from this blog anyway, so I guess it's safe for me to say whatever I fell like here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: Complex girl drama below. Guys, KEEP CLEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;After much careful thought, I've decided to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sending her a text to let her know that I'm willing to listen was the only reasonable way I could think of to start solving this problem between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;24hrs had passed and still no reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The only reply I got was from the other person. She said she can talk anytime. Only that it's up to the other person. [Very nice of that person to reply me. And I really appreciate that. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, since that's the case, then alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been brought up telling myself to always let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm not sorry for spending a lot of my  time with him. The only thing I'm sorry for is that my best friend claims that she dislikes me. And about all the bad things I've said through the net about her abandoning me. I do realize that I said all those hurtful things was cuz I was hurt. And I know that it's wrong to vent anger onto someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I can understand why she dislikes me so much. But the only thing I can not understand is why didn't she say a word when she felt that something was wrong at the beginning? I honestly didn't realize till weeks later when I noticed she hardly ever even look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she tried to tell me, but I was too busy in my own little world to notice?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the case is, I guess the only way to solve this is to simply; let it go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never the type to force anyone, not even my juniors to do something they don't want to do. And I'm not going to start now.&lt;br /&gt;I also can never hate a person. Sure, I can say that I hate that person so much, but honestly speaking, I don't. Just because we don't share the same views does not give me a reason to hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, she seems happier not talking to me. From the really (I seriously mean REALLY) loud laughter and talks she had just now in the room, I can tell she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now I get why people always shush me when I'm talking. IJ girls are LOUD. Hahax! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm content as long as I tried to make an effort to do something.&lt;br /&gt;Ohemgee keeps telling me to go solve it.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;The last time I approached her, literally took me all day to master the courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; to. But I got shunned pretty badly and all I got was a 'I don't hate you. I dislike you.' With a smile on her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I tried to arrange a meet up so that things can be cleared up, but guess she's not interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I shall just take it as a sign to back off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes, it's best to leave a girl alone when she's pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Either way, I'm tired and shall not brood about it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;If she wants to talk, I'm still here willing to listen. Then maybe I can apologize properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Just hoped that she can be straightforward about it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It can be pretty irritating having to wait for a simple 'I want/don't want to talk to you.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Like get it over and done with, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sighhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I just hope 3 years didn't go down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I shall hold on for a few more days. If there's still no reply, then I'll just take it as she's not interested and I'll just let it go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;GUIDES TOMORROW! Can't wait! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-2753024138221816542?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/2753024138221816542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-only-1-way-2-say-those-3-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/2753024138221816542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/2753024138221816542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/07/theres-only-1-way-2-say-those-3-words.html' title='There&apos;s only 1 way 2 say those 3 words...'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-7938493075880113296</id><published>2010-07-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:40:08.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ I miss IJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I miss IJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But most of all, I MISS MY FRIENDS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, it's bad enough that I had to break down and cry cuz I miss all my secondary school life and my best friend practically 'ignores' me and treats me like a distant memory, but now I have so much assignments to worry about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently, videos are more important than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, poly life is suckish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Not saying that my classmates are. I mean, they're still great and nice people! Talking to the girls can be pretty fun. Guys are more quiet with the exception of maybe 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I think it's suckish cuz I can't copy homework like the last time. HAHAHAHX! jkjk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's just that its so difficult! Stupid photoshop. So ma fan! DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;video editing is soooooo such a long process. But on the bright side, I'm getting used to animation fund! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sighhhhhh.... I miss hugging girls and talking about anything and everything. I shall drop by my other friend's school soon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I shall forget about how 'they' treat me for now. Apparently, from what I can see. They don't miss the rest as much as I do. I know. I suck. Like totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So much for 'MUST MEET UP AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH AR!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Total BS, man... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-7938493075880113296?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/7938493075880113296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/7938493075880113296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/7938493075880113296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-everyone.html' title='I miss everyone'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-2365148251095278041</id><published>2010-05-11T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T03:55:23.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahblah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes!  I'm finally posting! *GASP*! Take a picture! O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ANYWAY, poly life has finally started  for me. It's like what.. week 4 already? Pretty fast if you asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We're given a heck load of tough  assignments. Okay, thank God that the deadlines for the assignments are  all evenly spread out. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Hmmm... Lets see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Friends are awesome here. Though friendships are still in the  mist of blooming, I hope I'll be able to foster them nicely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;What I can say about my class  currently is that they are ALL FREAKIN' ANNOYINGLY INSANE! HAHAHAX! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We have the annoyingly cute people;  Xian wen, Zheng feng, Germaine and Ayu. Every time I see them Zheng Feng  and Xian wen will always jump and say 'OMGOMOMG! 6PACS 6 PACS!' The  reason being is yes.. I have recently taken a liking to guys with 6  pacs.. WHAT! I think it's sexy! Hahahax! XP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Germaine is the sadistic funny one who  can think of weird situations that are disturbingly funny. Did I mention  that she's into sushi? :P *wink* Ayu is just the cute one that laughs  at all the jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SO  ANYWAY! We also have the really hardcore imbah drawers; Irfan and  Mabeline. They're way older than us. In their 20s. And really nice  people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We have the  annoying gamer; Alton. He games A LOT. You'll see him either eating, or  playing with his PSP/computer after lectures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The really nice and quiet people;  Nicole, Rachel, Alex and Wei Yang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Then, there's the REAAALLLYYY annoyingly noisy  people; Faizal, Joshua and Brian. They get on your nerves like  seriously. But they are entertaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Finally, we have the annoyingly 'cool' and normal  people; Shermaine and me! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;They are all annoying in their own way, but yet, are  interestingly fun individuals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;People like Josh is fun to hang out with. I can share certain  secrets with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Not  saying he is anywhere close to Lynn, but still, a great and reliable  friend I can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lynn has been pretty busy. It's like I can feel this distance  between us. And it's not because she's in a different class. Somehow I  get the feeling, she's more busy entertaining her new friends/  classmates. Which is totally understandable. I mean, she's class I/C.  and we all need to move on and make new friends in life. We'll be  working with them for 3 years! hahax! Like Wow. Strange feeling, huh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyway, a small misunderstanding  managed to shake our friendship alil and that kinda scares me. Starting  to hate that person even more. He's like SO IN DENIAL! That moron. =.=ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The thing is that if it's a  misunderstanding, LET IT GO! Don't need to make such a HUGE deal about  it. Ignoring each other doesn't help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;But now that the misunderstanding has cleared, Sherms  and I don't know if we should tell her if we feel that something's  wrong.. Like that  'Better-to-just-pretend-you-don't-know-anything-and-shut-up-about-it'  feeling, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sighhh...  I feel pretty guilty for what happened. Thought I was helping.. I mean,  since he's older, I thought he'd do the right thing! Not only did I  piss Lynn off, everything just seemed so suckish! PMO, man... PMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But whatever luh! They're friends  now. Lynn is busy, (Though I can't help but feel alil neglected. But I  have to be understanding cuz her class seems tougher than mine..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is like the usual pattern for  me. Just without a best friend there to confide in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Saturday is 'DOOMS DAY' for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I have 3 assignments to  complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHOO~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(C5n*X%$ND#$N*&amp;amp;T$QRMEWZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Thats all! Will post again soon?  Hahax! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-2365148251095278041?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/2365148251095278041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/05/blahblahblah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/2365148251095278041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/2365148251095278041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/05/blahblahblah.html' title='Blahblahblah'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-7729851257726743624</id><published>2010-03-12T07:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:03:25.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The interview was a waste of time. I had to skip work JUST to go for an interview where the outcome is already decided by the interviewers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;There goes 20 bucks! GAH! Darn school... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I've decided to head on to Nanyang Polytechnic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank God I have such a great option here. Not all out there get to have the choice they want. Well, at least one of them. Heh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And I just realized that Adam is the only one tagging on my blog! Seems damn pathetic sia! Hahahax! But THANKS ADAM! YOU ROCK! Hahax! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Now, where are the others? Must be working as usual.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie&lt;br /&gt;That's  amore&lt;br /&gt;When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine&lt;br /&gt;That's  amore&lt;br /&gt;Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling&lt;br /&gt;And  you'll sing "Vita bella"&lt;br /&gt;Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay,  tippy-tippy-tay&lt;br /&gt;Like a gay tarantella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars make you  drool just like a pasta e fasul&lt;br /&gt;That's amore&lt;br /&gt;When you dance down  the street with a cloud at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You're in love&lt;br /&gt;When you walk  in a dream but you know you're not&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming signore&lt;br /&gt;Scusami, but  you see, back in old Napoli&lt;br /&gt;That's amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky  Fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasul)&lt;br /&gt;That's  amore&lt;br /&gt;(When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You're  in love&lt;br /&gt;When you walk in a dream but you know you're not&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming  signore&lt;br /&gt;Scusami, but you see, back in old Napoli)&lt;br /&gt;That's  amore,(amore)&lt;br /&gt;That's amore &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-7729851257726743624?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/7729851257726743624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview-was-waste-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/7729851257726743624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/7729851257726743624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview-was-waste-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-4383568570807691166</id><published>2010-03-09T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:26:54.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;INTERVIEW AT TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC TOMORROW!!! OMG! WISH ME LUCK! *Crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-4383568570807691166?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/4383568570807691166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview-at-temasek-polytechnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4383568570807691166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4383568570807691166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview-at-temasek-polytechnic.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-4338212970004255608</id><published>2010-03-04T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T08:56:14.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of everything that&lt;br /&gt;we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-4338212970004255608?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/4338212970004255608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4338212970004255608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4338212970004255608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-133403253620669089</id><published>2010-02-12T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:06:54.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3RDDMAHFuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1nNDWAEZLd8/s1600-h/lonely_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3RDDMAHFuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1nNDWAEZLd8/s320/lonely_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437044372183389922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ever had that lonely feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Where you live in a world full of hurt, sadness and misery..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lonely that you just want to lay down, curled up and hugging your legs ever so tightly, feeling as though the world is so cold...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so vulnerable that you could just break even by the slightest touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Is there anyone listening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Please... answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes when there's no answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When the only thing you hear is the air growing deeper in silence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All you can do is pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pray cuz you feel that maybe there's still a ray of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hope that things will turn out for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pray that He will listen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuz if you don't, that sad, terrifying feeling of being abandoned and alone will never stop teasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So just close your eyes, open your heart and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3RD56Ym7LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nZWuxbh4F0U/s1600-h/LONELY-GIRL-Poster-B12141197.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3RD56Ym7LI/AAAAAAAAAjE/nZWuxbh4F0U/s320/LONELY-GIRL-Poster-B12141197.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437045312347106482" 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/4365896672280158170-133403253620669089?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/133403253620669089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/02/ever-had-that-lonely-feeling-where-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/133403253620669089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/133403253620669089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/02/ever-had-that-lonely-feeling-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3RDDMAHFuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1nNDWAEZLd8/s72-c/lonely_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-3131644202549625242</id><published>2010-02-09T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:14:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've got just 3 words for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;re &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;enstrual &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Googled 'PMS' online and found some pretty hilarious stuff! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIBKJBUHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5Lh9IyRasu0/s1600-h/halo-metroid-pms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIBKJBUHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5Lh9IyRasu0/s320/halo-metroid-pms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436275778696335474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJDw5MfnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/swXDwvB4rpU/s1600-h/PMS_by_Tuxxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJDw5MfnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/swXDwvB4rpU/s320/PMS_by_Tuxxer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436276922970308210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIKg-GGDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_cGaqY7k2Z8/s1600-h/lol-dogs-daschund-pms-cute-dog-pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIKg-GGDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/_cGaqY7k2Z8/s320/lol-dogs-daschund-pms-cute-dog-pictures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436275939443349554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJQUSTh3I/AAAAAAAAAik/DpZ_3KFMs50/s1600-h/pms_lion-11961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJQUSTh3I/AAAAAAAAAik/DpZ_3KFMs50/s320/pms_lion-11961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436277138629298034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIlLUJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5-Xo7RpCDSc/s1600-h/PMS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIlLUJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5-Xo7RpCDSc/s320/PMS4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436276397486757986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GH1x0h8_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Fpof-8c8vk0/s1600-h/001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GH1x0h8_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Fpof-8c8vk0/s320/001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436275583189382130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GId_3Li-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/N0MJaf2188w/s1600-h/pms2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GId_3Li-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/N0MJaf2188w/s320/pms2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436276274153360354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIaJCopII/AAAAAAAAAh0/2gdpj2VrULk/s1600-h/pms02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIaJCopII/AAAAAAAAAh0/2gdpj2VrULk/s320/pms02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436276207897846914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIQZZHVqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2pAEFr5xEL8/s1600-h/pms.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIQZZHVqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2pAEFr5xEL8/s320/pms.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436276040488408738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIVzEHpgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9xqnitos5oQ/s1600-h/pms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIVzEHpgI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9xqnitos5oQ/s320/pms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436276133279016450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJKtoCbqI/AAAAAAAAAic/TmyVw5kvYxc/s1600-h/pms_esp_sticker-p217882506535228112qjcl_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJKtoCbqI/AAAAAAAAAic/TmyVw5kvYxc/s320/pms_esp_sticker-p217882506535228112qjcl_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436277042352123554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJgqZJixI/AAAAAAAAAis/6JlI-TWAPVo/s1600-h/pms-swat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJgqZJixI/AAAAAAAAAis/6JlI-TWAPVo/s320/pms-swat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436277419441490706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJpEEIqlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/I1UJ59tW3xo/s1600-h/Super_PMS_Peach_by_Hail_NekoYasha.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GJpEEIqlI/AAAAAAAAAi0/I1UJ59tW3xo/s320/Super_PMS_Peach_by_Hail_NekoYasha.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436277563771628114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah.. This is what I go through. PMS is no myth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;See ya! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-3131644202549625242?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/3131644202549625242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/02/pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/3131644202549625242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/3131644202549625242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/02/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/S3GIBKJBUHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/5Lh9IyRasu0/s72-c/halo-metroid-pms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6984010155444737263</id><published>2010-02-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:50:30.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I am dead.. FOR NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Am just too lazy to post! Hahax! Well, you know me. Lazy as always. Hehe~ :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So here's a quickie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My posting results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JAE, Information Technology @ RP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;JPSAE, Animation @ NYP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Obviously choosing NYP if my appeal doesn't go through for TP.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;All's not so bad in life! At least I got into a course I wanted. Even though it may not be entirely intentional.. Heheh~ ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been weighing out the pros and cons in being in both courses. And NYP seems to be winning actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the major cons for TP is that the reason I want to go there is MAYBE because of this really nice guy I met not too long ago. But what can I say? It WAS just a crush. Stupid AJT. He's just too nice if you ask me. It's no wonder why so many juniors loved him so much the last time. Thank God I got over him. Risked being an idiot. Credit goes to Cally for teaching me the secrets of guy signals. She knows A LOT. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SO ANYWAY, working at Ichiban is sometimes a TORTURE. $5/hr SO isn't enough. People keep telling me that the newspaper stated $6/hr for this kinda work, but I don't know really.. Oh wells! Better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just need the money to pay off all my debts. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And according to my calculations, I should have enough to pay all my debts and have enough for a few months of allowance for poly! Yay me! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;As of yesterday, 4th February 2010, Lynn and I have brought our relationship to a whole new level! I'm so proud of us! Yay! *Claps* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hahax! Speaking of relationships, Gigi got a major shock therapy when we told her that we were dating! Hahahax! She was scratching her face giving off that 'Whats-wrong-with-the-world!?' aura. It was hilarious if you ask me. Hahahax! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, that's all for now! Gonna go blading with Lynn later. Just hope she managed to finish work on time. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;See ya! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6984010155444737263?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6984010155444737263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/02/dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6984010155444737263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6984010155444737263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/02/dead.html' title='DEAD'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-5528613724040347583</id><published>2010-01-15T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:02:37.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/godwantsyouprod/index.php?source=news100_name_img3_msg95&amp;amp;ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;On this day, God wants you to know...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Copy"&gt;... that your task is not to seek for love, but to seek and melt all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. God loves you with the very air you breath, the very light that touches your skin, the very ground that supports you. Love is everywhere, - &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;melt your barriers, and you will have love in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Can't say how much troubled I am feeling right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;God's telling me to melt my barriers, but I'm just to afraid to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heh.. Think I'm turning into so much like my mom. Afraid to open up when I comes to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sighh... Life seems to complicated when it comes to love and what nots..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Afraid of Love - Brutha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I've been asking myself this question over and over again (ho-ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Is love the game that no matter how i try i'll never win? (ho-ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It's like tryna write a love story but runnin out of ink in the pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Like a fairy tale beginning but you never find out how it ends (ho-ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So i often wonder if i'll ever (ooh, if i'll ever find true love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Like the sun has summer, rain has thunder (what am i afraid of?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;If i'm afraid to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;If i'm afraid of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cause if i'm afraid to love (afraid of love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Then how will ever find the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How will i ever find the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The one (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How will i ever find the one? (the one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Tell me why is it far closer, then love get tapped, i run away? (heyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It's like standing in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;When my reflection looks the other way (heyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Outside i'm smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But the truth is that i'm crying inside (i'm tryin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It's like tryna write a perfect song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But i can't come up with the last line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(so i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So i often wonder if i'll ever (ohh if i'll ever find true love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Like the sun has summer, rain has thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;What if i'm afraid to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;If i'm afraid to love (if i'm afraid to love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;If i'm afraid of love (if i'm afraid of love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Owhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Cause if i'm afraid of love (yeahhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Then how will i ever find the one (how will i find? how will i find?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The one (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How will i ever find the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Tell me, how will i ever find the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How will i ever find the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;How will i ever find the one?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-5528613724040347583?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/5528613724040347583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-this-day-god-wants-you-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/5528613724040347583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/5528613724040347583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-this-day-god-wants-you-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6304861609600313361</id><published>2010-01-07T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:39:06.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not that into you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Okay, so it's 2.13 in the morning and I just finished watching a rather interesting yet enlightening movie. 'He's just not that into you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I get that quite a lot. I mean, okay. Maybe not a lot.. But I have my fair share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I get the signs and signals. It's sometimes just not very hard. I mean, if he's into you, he'll make it happen. If he's not, who cares? It's not like he's the only guy on earth, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You see.. I've always been interested in what people do and think when they're around the opposite sex. You somehow experience the action, learn the signs.. You've got to admit! It is intriguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So anyway, today I went to 2 different polytechnic open houses. Ngee Ann and Nanyang. Totally different types of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Not only was I there to of course, check out the courses. But Lynn and I did a lil sight seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Ngee Ann had quite a number of good looking guys but Nanyang? Not so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Not trying to brag or anything, but all we got were a few groups of ranging hormonal teenage boys ogling and checking us out like savages while having lunch. Kinda sad, but oh wells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I've actually accepted the fact that hot and cute guys. Are just not that into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sad. But it's a truth I'll accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, you just gotta appreciate what life throws at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;It may be a guy who's not exactly charming nor good looking, but who is a loving, caring and would do ANYTHING cuz he loves you kinda guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Or it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;A charming, dead gorgeous guy who'd sleep around with every woman he gets, including your mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;The day that I hear someone say 'My husband is dead gorgeous, a loving and caring father and he has never cheated on me. Not once.' (And everyone agrees to that statement) will be the day Michael Jackson does his last concert on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Here's a lil game:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There are 4 categories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Smart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Sexy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Choose 2 that best describes the person you like. It says a lot about that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, that's all I guess. Too tired to think of what else to say. Am just typing out whatever I feel like. That's why this post may seem alil some what out of point at certain areas. And I apologize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Nightzzz! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6304861609600313361?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6304861609600313361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6304861609600313361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6304861609600313361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s just not that into you'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6680965410012650526</id><published>2009-12-28T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:01:02.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am finally working tomorrow! For SURE! WHOO~! Just called today! Ohohohoho~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so! Today, basically spent the whole day entertaining Justin. He came over to learn how to make some Meringues! He wanted to make some for Colleen when she comes back from Malaysia. How sweet.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First batch was a failure. Turned out really chewy. It's suppose to be like flaky. So, we had to make another batch! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. That's about it I guess.. That guy is so FULL of nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I earned 10 bucks for everything! Ohoho~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SzjVgFZTTYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/raHnAwxvXAo/s1600-h/meringues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SzjVgFZTTYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/raHnAwxvXAo/s320/meringues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316898721222018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all! See ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: FREAK! I'm SO DEAD! I can't remember anything from the last training! DIEEEEE!!!! DX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6680965410012650526?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6680965410012650526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/worrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6680965410012650526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6680965410012650526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/worrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.html' title='WORRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/SzjVgFZTTYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/raHnAwxvXAo/s72-c/meringues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6525802027275516208</id><published>2009-12-25T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:34:05.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6525802027275516208?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6525802027275516208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-merry-christmas-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6525802027275516208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6525802027275516208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-merry-christmas-d.html' title=''/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-9016787450881700010</id><published>2009-12-23T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:49:46.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;YES! I'm back! There's so much to tell about Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The service there was really top notch! They greet you and practically treat you like royalty. It was nice. (= w =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The weather was freezing! Throughout the trip, I only wore 2 layers of clothing. Literally froze my ass off there! But I applied quite an amount of moisturizers so I managed. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Will be posting up photos soon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;See ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-9016787450881700010?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/9016787450881700010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/9016787450881700010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/9016787450881700010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-4002416151850737837</id><published>2009-12-15T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:14:29.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay. The guy thing. Don't take it all too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If you're a guy reading this now, and is wondering if you're part of my 'I hate men' group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No, you are not. Most of the guys I stated in the previous post do not even read this blog. So yeah. Hahax! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anyway~ I'm off to Japan in approximately, 3hrs 14 mins!!! Yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I seriously CAN NOT WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! I just love it there! Oh how I've missed it so much! It's already been 2 years since I last been there.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JAPAN! NIPPON! JAPAN! *Thumbs up* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye67OYV-2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/v3-Qr45Ec7k/s1600-h/japanese-homer-simpson--large-msg-123425756694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye67OYV-2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/v3-Qr45Ec7k/s320/japanese-homer-simpson--large-msg-123425756694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415502603571559266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;8 days of pure fun and adventure with NO ADULT SUPERVISION!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOoooHOoooO~!!! \(^ o ^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye6ohZLoWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hZev2u-WpQE/s1600-h/woohoosimpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye6ohZLoWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/hZev2u-WpQE/s320/woohoosimpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415502282257834338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm tight on budget, so sorry if I can't get you guys anything! ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye6ws23y_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/mMPlpN-C5pk/s1600-h/Resized+homer-japanese-commercial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye6ws23y_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/mMPlpN-C5pk/s320/Resized+homer-japanese-commercial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415502422774107122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I'll be back... On 23rd December 2009! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt; HOMER IS KING! \(^ o ^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is just for YOU, Lynn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Excuse the font if it seems non consistent.. Something's wrong with it.. :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Hey baby! :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(Even though it's just 8 days..)&lt;/span&gt; try not to kill yourself, kay!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been tough on you, but hang in there, alright?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be really drama and constantly coming to you for advice, but that's just one of the billion things why I appreciate and love you so much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I seem to disappear from time to time. But hey! You know that I always try my best to be there for you whenever you need me, right? All you have to do is just call or text me! I know it's hard sometimes to share certain stuff, but hey! What have we not shared? hahahax! You know I'm always open to ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;*Wink* ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Just so you know, I think- No, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; that you are totally AWESOME! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, yourself know deep &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;DEEP&lt;/span&gt; down that it's true! Come on.. I'm sure you know that you rarely hear praises coming from an ego person like me, right? So be happy! hahahax! XP&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust me or not? HUH? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE YOU DO! .. You better! Or I'll sit on you next time! Wahahahax! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, remember! No matter what anyone else says, I! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;*Points at self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; as YOUR BFFL (Best Friend For Life) will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; know that YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;*Points*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; are the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;AWESOMEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, and the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;UNIQUELY WEIRDEST PANDA LOVING BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I will ever have! And I will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOVE YOU FOREVAAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that YOU! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*points*&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; love me too! Cuz well, I'm just really AWESOME! *Thumbs up* :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Having a Deja Vu yet? XP)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So, who cares about what others say? You should care more about what the ones who &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;loves you the most&lt;/span&gt; think. Cuz they know who you really are and they always tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, baby! And never demoralize yourself!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Think I should rub off more of my egoness onto you. It seems to be wearing off. Hahax! XD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Remember!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love me~ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one hap-py fa-mi-ly~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. Hate this song. It's just damn gay. :/&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfGlG14TyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Oy_9_8C8a-s/s1600-h/bffl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfGlG14TyI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Oy_9_8C8a-s/s320/bffl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415515417730371362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;WHEEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't fry you brain! It's fried enough as it is already. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll text ya when I get back! Oh! And thanks so much for coming all this way to pass me the stuff! Love ya! *Muackzz* :D&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I just need to get this out of my system before I leave...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYNN!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*Points*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;You DO SUCK! ... ... Good~ OHOHOHOOHO~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfGtnOLJRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4kupO-oiN70/s1600-h/omg_bffl_ladies_t_tshirt-p235648307964646829uye8_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfGtnOLJRI/AAAAAAAAAgU/4kupO-oiN70/s320/omg_bffl_ladies_t_tshirt-p235648307964646829uye8_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415515563861157138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;P.P.S: And for the record, no matter what. You're a role model to me. There's just so many things that makes you such a great person. But you're just slow as usual to notice it yet. Don't worry! You'll get it soon enough. :P&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfLv1h7nUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/n7EggSwLpi0/s1600-h/28112009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfLv1h7nUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/n7EggSwLpi0/s320/28112009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415521099619999042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfMZ8lqQFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/B6mIsujCMFQ/s1600-h/28112009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfMZ8lqQFI/AAAAAAAAAg0/B6mIsujCMFQ/s320/28112009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415521823069192274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfMLKAp3II/AAAAAAAAAgs/RkTNmc8VPSc/s1600-h/05122009%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfMLKAp3II/AAAAAAAAAgs/RkTNmc8VPSc/s320/05122009%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415521568974036098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfMB2BFFVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/j9S4uHgbhSw/s1600-h/05122009%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfMB2BFFVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/j9S4uHgbhSw/s320/05122009%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415521408988288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfGo_BxyxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-yVUfn6S_BI/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyfGo_BxyxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-yVUfn6S_BI/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415515484352269074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-4002416151850737837?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/4002416151850737837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/japaaaaaaannnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4002416151850737837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4002416151850737837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/japaaaaaaannnnnn.html' title='JAPAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sye67OYV-2I/AAAAAAAAAf8/v3-Qr45Ec7k/s72-c/japanese-homer-simpson--large-msg-123425756694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-6763730686507643126</id><published>2009-12-14T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:42:13.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Douchebag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Guys are generally such &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DISGUSTING DOUCHEBAGS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No, Seriously. I'm not kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;No, It's not because they always think that they're better in everything or cuz of their bad habit of adjusting their balls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It's because I just have bad luck in meeting the right ones. (If there are any..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've had it with them! I mean, COME ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can seriously say that I am CURSED! Cursed for being a magnet that attracts WEIRD, SICK guys who thinks they're NORMAL. But in fact, they're actual, real life &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DOUCHEBAGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Many women would prefer to use the term 'Pigs' when it comes to men. But i beg to differ. You know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZQDe2j5vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LT5f8wAkJrQ/s1600-h/bumper-stickers-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZQDe2j5vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LT5f8wAkJrQ/s320/bumper-stickers-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103622711338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I know what you're thinking... 'Wow.. Hate is such a strong word to be using. Wonder what happened?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I have been through a lot of crappy situations, meeting crappy guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So much that I can practically come up with a book as to why it's okay to hate men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZqFkQO-eI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6GlICzYDIOs/s1600-h/2835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZqFkQO-eI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6GlICzYDIOs/s320/2835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415132245823257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1) I've met guys who only wanted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;2) I've met really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;INSANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guys who thinks that they have their OWN WORLD! Like seriously! As in like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; 'I'm going to the other world now. If you need anything, just tap me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;*Takes out handphone and does weird scribbles on the screen with his thumb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;*Closes his eyes and tilts head down like sleeping position*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hokaaay~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;*Looks around hoping that there isn't anybody in the MRT staring at us*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;3) I've met guys who had fallen &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'In Love'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with me after 1 meeting. To an extent that they'll think that I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'The One'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (Meetings can be as short as only 5 hours).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;They'd BLOG about how 'Perfect' I am and what not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4) I've met a guy who kept &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ASKING&lt;/span&gt; me for kisses. He even looked onto Youtube to LEARN how to french kiss. The result? Imagine kissing a washing machine and the tsunami came in. No joke. Wasted 2 bottles of Listerine cuz of him. My mouth was numb for the rest of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;5) I've met guys who talked to me about WANKING themselves! SERIOUSLY GUYZ! Ever heard of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;TOO MUCH INFO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! It's as though I'd like to know what you do to yourself in the dark corner of a room and WHEN you do it. =.=ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yes, I do admit, it's okay as it's normal for guys to do it.. But you don't have to tell me EVERYTHING! WTF, MAN! Just say 'Yeah. I wank myself sometimes.' That'll just be about enough of info. But when you tell me WHEN and HOW you do it. That's just too much, man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've even got them talking to me about the different types of PORN in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Gee.. Nice to know that you're so comfortable in talking to me about &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;6) Now, finally... This kind of guy I met recently. Well, not really recently. He was an ex. Nothing serious. (Thank God!) But after about 2 years, he suddenly decided to msn me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men like HIM, are seriously why I can practically sum up the whole reason why I can hate men so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;They are a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DISGRACE&lt;/span&gt; to ALL MANKIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZg2RBEfZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/k1JjRy4AJ5M/s1600-h/disgrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZg2RBEfZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/k1JjRy4AJ5M/s320/disgrace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415122087356693906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay. What I learnt when I was younger, was that never to webcam a stranger. And to me, my ex wasn't really a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I have webcamed before with friends, and it was fun! We just showed each other our homework, model aeroplanes and stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It was all harmless.. Until HE webcamed me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;This guy is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SICK AND PERVERTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;He started telling me how I've changed in looks. Then suddenly said that he was horny for some reason. Okay. I adviced that he should go drink some water or something. BUT NO! He decided to SHOW me how erected he was! Like WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;After that, he shifted the camera to his dick and was about to wank until I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP SHUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;LIKE SERIOUSLY! WHAT A DOUCHEBAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It disgusted the heck outta me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;When I opened my laptop, he asked me if I could show myself in my bra. And I was like 'WHAT?! NO! Go to the net and find some picture or something!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;WTF, MAN! After awhile, he came onto some tissue.. (Yes, he told me.) =.=ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I ignored him for awhile, then he felt bad and apologized. He also told me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'Keep it between us'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3476xNPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/fgVSZCzOZrc/s1600-h/Secret_by_ryussei23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3476xNPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/fgVSZCzOZrc/s320/Secret_by_ryussei23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415147422000166130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;SCREW LUH! Keep it between us? You can keep it to yourself and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SHOVE IT UP YOUR FREAKIN' BALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or if you'd like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;YOUR EXTREMELY SMALL DICK&lt;/span&gt;!!! If I were a guy, I'd do this infront of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ4giihjkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zR7SCFAToOY/s1600-h/habit-male-crotch-grabbing-400a062507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ4giihjkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/zR7SCFAToOY/s320/habit-male-crotch-grabbing-400a062507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415148102382358082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3oeP0sYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HHrxpz1JZ_8/s1600-h/21201-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3oeP0sYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HHrxpz1JZ_8/s320/21201-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415147139157504386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;You just humiliated me and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DEGRADED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yourself at the same time! I felt so offended! Show myself in my BRA?! The only boobs you get to see and touch, are THESE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ44irCoAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2JbTaEgtsi8/s1600-h/ManBoobs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ44irCoAI/AAAAAAAAAeM/2JbTaEgtsi8/s320/ManBoobs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415148514734940162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;YEAH! That's just for you, DOUCHEBAG! Yup! You can grab them all you like cuz you're now crowned the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;KING OF DOUCHEBAGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaERihapHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KG3n6kS5VZY/s1600-h/douchebag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaERihapHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KG3n6kS5VZY/s320/douchebag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415161038819206258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaEVTgzqMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rKbL-gVArsE/s1600-h/douchebag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaEVTgzqMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/rKbL-gVArsE/s320/douchebag2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415161103509596354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're happy cuz, MAN! I feel so sorry.. For you AND your SMALL DICK. Yes, I just LOVE to emphasize that you have a really small wiener. So what if you're ex told you that it was big? OF COURSE it was big to her. It's practically THE ONLY dick she saw in her LIFE! I can just say that my Dad's DEFINITELY bigger than yours! You've got no dignity. As a man, nor a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;What a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;L-O-S-E-R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaElhtOKqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/huoptT_yx5I/s1600-h/loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaElhtOKqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/huoptT_yx5I/s320/loser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415161382197668514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaEqA0raDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7y1F0Rb7MXI/s1600-h/loser_sign_tshirt-p235624297735533604uh8m_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyaEqA0raDI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7y1F0Rb7MXI/s320/loser_sign_tshirt-p235624297735533604uh8m_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415161459269920818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I hope you and your small dick rot in loneliness cuz I'm pretty sure guys like you will NEVER find a proper woman to marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Because of you, I've &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;OFFICIALLY HATE MEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ9gwgtYrI/AAAAAAAAAe0/G1LWoOnz9ps/s1600-h/Ihatemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ9gwgtYrI/AAAAAAAAAe0/G1LWoOnz9ps/s320/Ihatemen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415153603690980018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Just to get things clear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Okay.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt; not totally hate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ9kAyNKVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/peJYcjYV7Gc/s1600-h/idonthatemen_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ9kAyNKVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/peJYcjYV7Gc/s320/idonthatemen_large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415153659598940498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Either way, it's the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ9o2yCn-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eg1kh39k_3M/s1600-h/official_man_hater_tshirt-p235246306794424078qiuw_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ9o2yCn-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eg1kh39k_3M/s320/official_man_hater_tshirt-p235246306794424078qiuw_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415153742813241314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3s7Vo8vI/AAAAAAAAAds/dD6uMWgGSgw/s1600-h/annadiaries4AP1605_468x351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3s7Vo8vI/AAAAAAAAAds/dD6uMWgGSgw/s320/annadiaries4AP1605_468x351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415147215686005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sighhh.. Okay. I think I've ranted just about enough for this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This the the last message I'm gonna end of with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3yLQNLLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/etMGoYbcprY/s1600-h/apathy-lazy-tired-cat-work-sucks-typing-recquires-effort-demotivational-poster-1253173373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZ3yLQNLLI/AAAAAAAAAd0/etMGoYbcprY/s320/apathy-lazy-tired-cat-work-sucks-typing-recquires-effort-demotivational-poster-1253173373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415147305857526962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-6763730686507643126?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/6763730686507643126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/douchebag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6763730686507643126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/6763730686507643126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/douchebag.html' title='Douchebag'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyZQDe2j5vI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LT5f8wAkJrQ/s72-c/bumper-stickers-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-519964334204965927</id><published>2009-12-11T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:51:17.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate crushes! DX</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HeEEeeey YaAaaA! (Outkast) Hahax! Miss their whacky songs.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So anyway~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes! It's 3.02 in the morning and I'm blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's either I've finally turned cuckoo or I'm just nocturnal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm gonna go with nocturnally cuckoo! *thumbs up* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Okay. Here's the real deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Last night, or rather about some 5 hours ago, I have developed a crush on somebody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yay.. Congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;blahblahblah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's those typical 'OMG!-He's-SO-cute-and-hot!-And-I-just-wanna-rip-his-shirt-out!' kinda feeling normal girls have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You know.. Like when you see Taylor Lautner showing off his 8 pacs and killer abs in New Moon. *Swoon* o(= w =)o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKf0rAESHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rsav_Eemlv8/s1600-h/Crush_fotm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKf0rAESHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rsav_Eemlv8/s320/Crush_fotm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414065429297776754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;AHEM! SO ANYWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I-HATE-IT! To the CORE! I hate that feeling where you go crazy over the guy you just met! It just irritates me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You have to go through this weird emotional feelings and stuff.. ee. YUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I mean, can you imagine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;After the fun conversation I had with him on the bus back home, I spent the next 15mins TALKING TO MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Trying to get my mind straightened out. Saying stuff like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'OMG QARISSA! It was just a CONVERSATION! And come on! He wasn't even THAT good looking! I mean, COME ON!!! He's the kind of guy that will NEVER- I repeat.. NEVER like you!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And I was using hand gestures while talking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;People must think I'm NUTTS! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKgBQ2KgBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4NB30LBse8I/s1600-h/stressed-out-person.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKgBQ2KgBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4NB30LBse8I/s320/stressed-out-person.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414065645615218706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Like this person.. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;At times, I admit.. Did bring God into 'our' little conversation... I was talking to Him about stuff like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'Oh GOD! WHYYY?! Why must you bring such a good looking guy down here tonight?! And the opportunity to actually TALK to him? And see him LAUGH?! What were you THINKING, man?! DX'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And also stuff like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'Okay. You and I both know that a guy like HIM will NEVER like me, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*Pause for 3secs*&lt;/span&gt; Right. So lets just drop it, kay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;*Pause for 5secs*&lt;/span&gt; I mean, COME ON!!!! DX' &lt;/span&gt;etcetcetc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, it's extremely pathetic. I know! But what's a teenage girl to do? Sighhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;After a good 15mins of self convincing arguments while walking home, I finally came to a conclusion to let the matter rest when I reached the front door of my house! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Other than the fact that I was obssessing on the mistakes I said during our conversation.. It wasn't too bad, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE I SAID 'I just hate guys who are tall.' I SAID 'HATE GUYS WHO ARE TALL!!!!!' GAH!!!! DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;AND! Before he dropped off at Bishan (I was heading to Toa Payoh), our conversation ended off with WHY I WANTED TO JOIN THE ARMY LAST TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;WHY DID I SAY THAT?!!? OMG! And I said that it's fun to use those rifles and guns, that's why! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How effing EMBARRASSING WAS THAT?!?!! Someone.. PLEASE! Just kill me right now. After he alighted from the bus, I was stuck stonning out at the window thinking how cute his smile was and GOD! His buff body...&lt;br /&gt;I'm disgusted with myself. UGH! DX&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he laughed or smiled, I was SO CLOSE to BURYING MY FACE IN MY SEAT! But I kept my cool.. And looked the other direction whenever he did..&lt;br /&gt;This is so embarrassing... Thank God Lynn wasn't there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKfNTTlGXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rzI7HGBkw6A/s1600-h/3977800705_e8bb540d8f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKfNTTlGXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rzI7HGBkw6A/s320/3977800705_e8bb540d8f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414064752922270066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Oh wells! At least he didn't alight with a frown on his face! He laughed.. At the fact that I told him that I'm good at playing Crisis Core (Which I'm not. Really. It was a total lie. Sorry dude... But I AM good at playing The Jurassic Park! :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Hahahax! Yup! That was my 2hr crush story. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;MAN! I put a good argument with myself sometimes.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKgOxJO7RI/AAAAAAAAAdE/38trmPFRWt8/s1600-h/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKgOxJO7RI/AAAAAAAAAdE/38trmPFRWt8/s320/stressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414065877623434514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;See ya! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S: No. I will NOT reveal who this secret 'crush' is. Only ONE person and I know. NO ONE ELSE IS TO KNOW... *Fades away* O__O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-519964334204965927?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/519964334204965927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-crshes-dx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/519964334204965927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/519964334204965927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-crshes-dx.html' title='I hate crushes! DX'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/SyKf0rAESHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Rsav_Eemlv8/s72-c/Crush_fotm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-9172800316011790762</id><published>2009-12-08T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:47:58.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hey yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just gonna update alil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am chilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My mom has been pretty nice lately. After all that ranting from the previous post, she somehow was more chilled and allowed me to have sleepovers and go out more often without telling me to bring Qalista along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But after a few days, I decided to take a chill pill and relax alil at home. Just the tv, some tea, a nice blanky and me! That's really nice.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay! Thats all for now I guess.. Will update more on the next post. Still uploading some pics from my handphone. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;P.S: Jia Yong! Thanks for the movies! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;See ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-9172800316011790762?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/9172800316011790762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/9172800316011790762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/9172800316011790762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-8291850329477170144</id><published>2009-11-29T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:36:50.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is unfair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I am officially peeved right now! Life is so unfair!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Kinda cliche coming from a teenager like me, but hey! I have a life, too kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mom wants me to go home early in the morning to go buy Qalista's books from school. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't the maid do it? Cuz it's MY responsibility. Apparently, its illegal to get the maid to follow her to get it or something. =.=&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm all the way opposite from where my house is, in Singapore (West Coast), I'll have to take an hour journey home just to see 2 people exchange goods. Then, I'll be on my way. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm super exhausted from all the all nighter with my cousins. So, am just gonna take my time alil. And besides, I can't reach Qalista. She's not picking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Okay, so you must be thinking. 'You're the big sister. Why can't you do it? You're so lazy.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the point. The point is, my own mother is pissed off at me cuz I can't do this. But doesn't appreciate the fact that I have already done so much for Qalista. The way she described me through the text message was like as though I totally abandoned my own sister and never did anything for her or the family AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Come on. I took the time off to bring her all the way to popular to buy her books, but the CC got rejected. Okay. Then mom had to buy on friday which was a public holiday. Can't help that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THE EMBARRASSMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I finally had the time to clean the room and clear up all my school stuff. Did that in about 2 days. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Last night, I brought her out to watch a movie with my cousin and her friend. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This isn't the first time I've brought her out with me on an outing with friends. It's like I'm a babysitter or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Even out on &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;DATES&lt;/span&gt; I had to bring her along. Not all, but quite afew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ALL THESE. I MUST DO. NOT the brother! OH NO! HE is ALWAYS in SCHOOL. 24/7. He's hardly at home. He hardly even holds a conversation with Qalista at home. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He does talk to me and we have a conversation once in awhile, but thats when everyone is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When my CC got rejected, he was AT HOME 'studying'. When I got home, books were laying all over the table, TV was on, and I see him on the laptop, FACEBOOKING. And all I wanted was for him to come over to popular, which is by the way, just a 10min walk from home -- and try using his card.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BUT NO! He's too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cleaning the house. It's always ME. During 'O' level period, mom was always bugging me. 'Can you clean up the house?', 'Can you clean the fish tank? Clear it!', 'Can you set up a site and sell all the things you don't want at home?', 'Can you BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH!'. ALL THESE INCLUDES BABYSITTING MY SISTER. Spend time with her, She's lonely. She's got no friends. (Apparently, she had a fight with her best friend who lives at the next block).&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must entertain her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Well, I kinda understand that. She had no friends and it's kind boring at home. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But what do you want me to do? When I'm at home, all I can do is freakin' watch TV with her! And it's not like I don't entertain or make her laugh at home!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GAWD! What? Am I suppose to take 'Clown class'? Be an entertainer to my lil sis for the rest of my life?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I go out with friends or cousins my age, I want it to be so that I can relax and not think about family stuff and gossip random things. Like a girls night out. WIthout having to worry about the little one running around or minding our language. Half the time, my friends and I talk about NC16 girl stuff and what nots. How am I suppose to do that with an 11yr old standing next to us??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I've also brought her friends out too sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My brother? NOT ONCE has he even brought her out. Like I said, He doesn't even hold a proper conversation with her at home. Let alone bring her out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;School, exam, driving class. WHAT ABOUT ME?! Have I got no school? exams? remedials? HUH!?!!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, not now, but when I HAD all that, I STILL HAVE TO LOOK AFTER HER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mom's always saying. 'You're her sister. It's your responsibility to look after her. Spend time with her.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What about Qaiser? What happened to 'You're a brother. It's your responsibility to look after her. Spend time with her.' NO! NOT ONCE HAVE I HEARD THAT BEING SAID TO MY BROTHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, tell me. IS THIS FAIR?? huhHuhHUH?!?!?? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Now, mom is gonna take off from work tomorrow to get the books. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;WTF? The books are like gold or on sale or something! MUST GET MUST GET. CANNOT RELY ON MAIDS TO GET IT! ONLY FAMILY MEMBERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! DX&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me so mad! GAH! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck luh. Mom doesn't care anyway. Like she said. I'm so full of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am SUCH A HORRIBLE DAUGHTER. WORST one EVERRR..&lt;br /&gt;MOMS! Watch out for me! WoOoO~ *Does lame ghost action*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She cares more about the baby in the family. Can't blame her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SEE I'M SO SOFT HEARTED!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;GAH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM4iXgomRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gsvtS3LaP7w/s1600/UnfairLogo01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM4iXgomRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gsvtS3LaP7w/s320/UnfairLogo01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409729740479699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This calls for a&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM7qKAF5fI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XT7V8RgHc2E/s1600/27636_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM7qKAF5fI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XT7V8RgHc2E/s320/27636_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409733172827383282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM7vhEohOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6y64FhSuUxk/s1600/whatever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM7vhEohOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6y64FhSuUxk/s320/whatever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409733264919790818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM8DJ8SlMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LnQdnGJEBPQ/s1600/whatever1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM8DJ8SlMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LnQdnGJEBPQ/s320/whatever1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409733602308166850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM8HG8veFI/AAAAAAAAAck/xhgWxs88bh4/s1600/whatever-happy-bunny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM8HG8veFI/AAAAAAAAAck/xhgWxs88bh4/s320/whatever-happy-bunny.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409733670224230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;See ya! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-8291850329477170144?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/8291850329477170144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/8291850329477170144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/8291850329477170144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-unfair.html' title='Life is unfair.'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxM4iXgomRI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gsvtS3LaP7w/s72-c/UnfairLogo01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-4994574183368586613</id><published>2009-11-27T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:12:31.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese guy who married his Nintendo DS. SAY WHAT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;HEAR YE HEAR YE! Japanese guy marries his Nintendo DS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;SAY WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah! You heard me! He married his Nintendo DS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;WTF?! (O A O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsikPswAYUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsikPswAYUM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Never thought I would live to see this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;It's kinda interesting that there are men who reeaaally wants to get married. I mean, to an extent that if you can't get a woman, get a Nintendo DS instead! *thumbs up* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, at least it beats the guy who married his pillow. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Congrats to the happy couple! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This calls for a DOUBLE FACEPALM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxAFh4GE6PI/AAAAAAAAAa8/g12nJ6Yu4aM/s1600/doublefacepalmlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxAFh4GE6PI/AAAAAAAAAa8/g12nJ6Yu4aM/s320/doublefacepalmlz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408829232023660786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;See ya! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-4994574183368586613?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/4994574183368586613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/11/japanese-guy-who-married-his-nintendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4994574183368586613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/4994574183368586613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/11/japanese-guy-who-married-his-nintendo.html' title='Japanese guy who married his Nintendo DS. SAY WHAT??'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/SxAFh4GE6PI/AAAAAAAAAa8/g12nJ6Yu4aM/s72-c/doublefacepalmlz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365896672280158170.post-5516781273368494808</id><published>2009-11-26T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:08:57.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FINALLY! An update! WHOoO~ \(^ o ^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Well, I know that some of you out there have been really bored ever since 'O's ended. And you guys are all blog hopping, searching for some excitement in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So, here it is! New blog name, new skin and new adventures of everyday happenings with yours awesomely! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Okayokay. So, 'O's has finally ended. THANK GOD! But man! It's really boring I must say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nothing seriously beats the times you spend with your insanely retarded friends in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay so here are the updates.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A few days right after the last paper, it was hectic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We spent the next few days shopping and preparing for our Graduation Night! It was truly awesome. Held at The Hilton Hotel, 17 November 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Qm7G-5JI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1RJKfyN6Ny8/s1600/11267_181377143109_719468109_2968342_3649539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Qm7G-5JI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1RJKfyN6Ny8/s320/11267_181377143109_719468109_2968342_3649539_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408419200894952594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Sat at table 29. Some people wanted to sit with their friends, so they took our table. Partly our fault cuz we were late. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6ZPE_fDfI/AAAAAAAAAas/P_9G_6IKCVI/s1600/11267_181376993109_719468109_2968321_1575317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6ZPE_fDfI/AAAAAAAAAas/P_9G_6IKCVI/s320/11267_181376993109_719468109_2968321_1575317_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408428686835650034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Food was awesome. Not only did it taste nice, they were served by a couple of cute waiters. hehe~..  What? I'm only human.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(Note: The ball thingy in the center is not edible. It just gave out cool looking lights! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6O1X8z0nI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hCzLca9jfAA/s1600/11244_1149293061268_1495846161_30349096_3180186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6O1X8z0nI/AAAAAAAAAW0/hCzLca9jfAA/s320/11244_1149293061268_1495846161_30349096_3180186_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408417250131825266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Took pictures with a few teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(Mrs Stella Kwan. Our beloved awesome Math teacher and former Form teacher. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6QIhueVHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YL7lDM8FI1U/s1600/13955_182215764726_806049726_2759123_1014227_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6QIhueVHI/AAAAAAAAAXM/YL7lDM8FI1U/s320/13955_182215764726_806049726_2759123_1014227_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408418678685193330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Sam Lim aka His Highness. Our Art teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Look at all the girls surrounding him.. We kept calling him out. Bet his table people were thinking 'Wah.. He's so popular with the girls.' XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6QRqS4OpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HhdG5OLWPxI/s1600/12437_186518657154_592157154_3549892_5273154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6QRqS4OpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HhdG5OLWPxI/s320/12437_186518657154_592157154_3549892_5273154_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408418835604191890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mrs Lena Siau. Our ever patient and kind POA teacher. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6PNhOY5II/AAAAAAAAAW8/-bz6Z0BdCRM/s1600/11244_1149292981266_1495846161_30349094_856712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6PNhOY5II/AAAAAAAAAW8/-bz6Z0BdCRM/s320/11244_1149292981266_1495846161_30349094_856712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408417664938337410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Taking pictures in the toilet. The usual.. Hahahax! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(From left: Vivian, Me, Shirin, Yining)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6PWYWf08I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RtjMaM7fbdk/s1600/11267_181377043109_719468109_2968329_2544820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6PWYWf08I/AAAAAAAAAXE/RtjMaM7fbdk/s320/11267_181377043109_719468109_2968329_2544820_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408417817175249858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The person who transformed the most that night is definitely SIN MIN!!! I mean.. Just check her out! Like W-O-W. She's so feminine! I'm so proud of her. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The event ended at about 10pm. But we all danced on the dance floor till 12+. That's 2hrs! Never danced so much in my entire life! WHOO! \(^ o ^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangai is the QUEEN of dancers there! She danced like crazy for 5 songs STRAIGHT! We were all exhausted half way, but not her! She just kept going! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Q7linMcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/EjOT-5TtjPo/s1600/18112009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Q7linMcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/EjOT-5TtjPo/s320/18112009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408419555882512834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;After that, Lynn, Shermaine, Crystal, Yining, Sin Min and I walked back to our hotel room at Marriott Hotel. And I took pictures with Shermaine when she was preparing to sleep! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knocked out at about 3am. It was embarrassing to find out the next day that I was SNORING! HAHAHAHX! And according to my friends, they said that I was practically COMPETING with Crystal! Kinda woke them up.. Whoopsie! Sorry guys.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6SmFe1R0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/g2q8rPw8vXo/s1600/18112009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6SmFe1R0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/g2q8rPw8vXo/s320/18112009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408421385522726722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh! Meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sowa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Crystal's birthday present from Lynn and I. We passed it to her on the day of Graduation. The process of passing it to her was quite funny. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But sadly since she couldn't keep it dues to bed bugs in her room and mom's disapproval, Sowa is stuck living here with me. Hahax! Oh wells. It's quite cute. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The day before Prom (16 November 2009), Mrs Siau needed some help with the packing of goodie bags. So, a few of us volunteered! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6S3xqVUNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/s8yx9GHs5M4/s1600/16112009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6S3xqVUNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/s8yx9GHs5M4/s320/16112009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408421689439899858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We formed a line in the Bentink Room. I was in charge of arranging the stuff inside neatly and putting them onto the floor. Last person in the line. Look at all the boxes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;See the amplifier on the left? We used it to blast some music. It was quite fun! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Atiqah's barefooted. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(From left: Crystal, Siti, Atiqah and Lynn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6TJJy4mwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pC60vVpZylI/s1600/16112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6TJJy4mwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pC60vVpZylI/s320/16112009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408421987975994114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;We packed exactly 440 bags altogether. 330 were for students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Stuff inside had feminine wash, face mask, vitamins and some other samples. We took the extra samples home. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;It was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6S9YRIC2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/TanbE4bHdus/s1600/16112009%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6S9YRIC2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/TanbE4bHdus/s320/16112009%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408421785702501218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;See the joy on our faces?? Wheeee~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The day after Graduation Night (18 November 2009) was Sarah's Birthday! She invited me and a few others to her party at Botak Jones (Toa Payoh). She looks so pretty. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6UEkpdecI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Iwr2s1MBC-Q/s1600/12454_177415297638_728272638_3046321_969243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6UEkpdecI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Iwr2s1MBC-Q/s320/12454_177415297638_728272638_3046321_969243_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423008796506562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I was really tired especially since I didn't catch much sleep after Grad night last night. I went home in the noon and fell asleep. Then left for the party an hour late at about 8pm. ^^"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Totally didn't have the mood. Felt quite bad as I was alil moody and anti-social that night. Sorry Sarah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6TjRRTCZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PumaAAB6FYU/s1600/12437_186540737154_592157154_3549997_4761215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6TjRRTCZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PumaAAB6FYU/s320/12437_186540737154_592157154_3549997_4761215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408422436659202450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;People included Audrey! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6TqijN-GI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vvpnK8xQArg/s1600/12437_186540747154_592157154_3549999_768375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6TqijN-GI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vvpnK8xQArg/s320/12437_186540747154_592157154_3549999_768375_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408422561556854882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And BLACK! Mangai. Hahahax! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6ULKYHFDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A7qM_Q50Hec/s1600/12454_177419012638_728272638_3046405_650896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6ULKYHFDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/A7qM_Q50Hec/s320/12454_177419012638_728272638_3046405_650896_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423122003498034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;After everyone left, a few of us sat in a circle and started singing songs. I asked for Your Guardian Angel cuz it was the only full song that I know how to sing. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a sleepover at Sarah's that night. We watched a few episodes of Sex and the City and talked till about 4am. It was really fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6lDOei-qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OWK3zqzlU9A/s1600/18112009%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6lDOei-qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OWK3zqzlU9A/s320/18112009%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408441677362952866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh! Saw this sign while queueing up for our food. Seems funny. Hahahax! Think there's a typo there somewhere. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;The day after Sarah's Birthday party, it was Girl Guides Senior Farewell in school! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; (19 November 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; Had to rush home to bathe and change from Sarah's house. Luckily she doesn't live very far. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6UWcKgXbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gGCPcZk-ec0/s1600/13748_1288801705209_1385212485_30913531_8100638_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6UWcKgXbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gGCPcZk-ec0/s320/13748_1288801705209_1385212485_30913531_8100638_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423315756834226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The graduating seniors sat infront of the stage with slurpies and a bowl of popcorn in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6US0MblOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UtNgiDCyi3Y/s1600/13748_1288796945090_1385212485_30913508_3781383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6US0MblOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UtNgiDCyi3Y/s320/13748_1288796945090_1385212485_30913508_3781383_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423253487883490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Performance by the juniors were awesome and greatly done. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6UZ-8PrUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3pWD-HXWGPk/s1600/13748_1288801745210_1385212485_30913532_7183177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6UZ-8PrUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3pWD-HXWGPk/s320/13748_1288801745210_1385212485_30913532_7183177_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423376631868738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Group picture! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm so proud of all my juniors. They are such wonderful girls. Love them so much! Best farewell EVERRRR! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A few days later (22 November 2009), went to the Hello Kitty Lab Exhibition at expo with my mom and lil sis! WHOO! HELLO KITTY!!!! KYAAAH~!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; \(^ w ^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6WTWhkMzI/AAAAAAAAAak/a4xLvuMqE10/s1600/22112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6WTWhkMzI/AAAAAAAAAak/a4xLvuMqE10/s320/22112009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408425461726589746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The exhibition basically is where you play some game to create your own Hello Kitty character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is one of the Game Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Umewea1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/dR37mpuiMLg/s1600/22112009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Umewea1I/AAAAAAAAAZE/dR37mpuiMLg/s320/22112009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423591330868050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Me with bear! Damn cute! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6U7y90niI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VGuoh9ab1pk/s1600/22112009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6U7y90niI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VGuoh9ab1pk/s320/22112009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423957532810786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I went to Kitty College! Hehe~ :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VJtfrGoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BH6Ufgm4gtM/s1600/22112009%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VJtfrGoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/BH6Ufgm4gtM/s320/22112009%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424196582349442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Couldn't resist taking pictures of all these damn cute characters! X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Vlk4pDgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-MozG-XYpSs/s1600/22112009%28025%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Vlk4pDgI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-MozG-XYpSs/s320/22112009%28025%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424675307490818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Aww! Poor bear got injured! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Outside the Strawberry Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Vsaxah1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/phC3psWVq-4/s1600/22112009%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Vsaxah1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/phC3psWVq-4/s320/22112009%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424792851908434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Handicapped parking lot. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6V-ZzG4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/IeVXz9w1d3g/s1600/22112009%28038%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6V-ZzG4ZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/IeVXz9w1d3g/s320/22112009%28038%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408425101828219282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Phone booth. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6U1ZTjNdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1vQ32uP_4Rs/s1600/22112009%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6U1ZTjNdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1vQ32uP_4Rs/s320/22112009%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408423847565407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I wasn't the only one taking pictures! My lil sis joined in too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Us outside the Police Station! The people working inside had cute police uniforms! Didn't take pictures though.. Sad.. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VQpdjm8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/-soeALvvLdI/s1600/22112009%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VQpdjm8I/AAAAAAAAAZk/-soeALvvLdI/s320/22112009%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424315758812098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;My mom had fun too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VYNjr2iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TNuwunBhWzU/s1600/22112009%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VYNjr2iI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TNuwunBhWzU/s320/22112009%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424445707278882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Hehe~ Whheee~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VeCB46LI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/z_fP64sx7cY/s1600/22112009%28020%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6VeCB46LI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/z_fP64sx7cY/s320/22112009%28020%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424545691953330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;See! My mom likes to pose in pictures too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6V1k-EYnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0WdyH05Gy5w/s1600/22112009%28033%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6V1k-EYnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0WdyH05Gy5w/s320/22112009%28033%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408424950208160370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Bear painting. And my mom! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6WMAHf8uI/AAAAAAAAAac/h-jX_ZuYy30/s1600/22112009%28054%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6WMAHf8uI/AAAAAAAAAac/h-jX_ZuYy30/s320/22112009%28054%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408425335452594914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Our Hello Kitty Character Cards! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(From left: Mine, Lil sis, Mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, that's about it so far! Will update soon. This is kinda a lot for an update since my last post on September. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;See ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Hello Kitty is NOT gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365896672280158170-5516781273368494808?l=passing-you-by.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/feeds/5516781273368494808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/5516781273368494808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365896672280158170/posts/default/5516781273368494808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passing-you-by.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>*~..=Qarissa=..~*</name><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/_maeOFUkX0BM/Sw6Qm7G-5JI/AAAAAAAAAXc/1RJKfyN6Ny8/s72-c/11267_181377143109_719468109_2968342_3649539_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
