<?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-5778885596519111440</id><updated>2011-08-16T00:47:16.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upon solemncy, long gone are the happy days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-6389519803076273057</id><published>2010-08-28T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:29:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TIMbqoevPNI/AAAAAAAACAU/kg9HkpqrUJc/s1600/SANY0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TIMbqoevPNI/AAAAAAAACAU/kg9HkpqrUJc/s400/SANY0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513280788066417874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is going to hurt, and not everyone wants to hear the truth. I'm like that too, but how many alternatives am i left with? Sometimes it is only when we lost someone dear to us before we came to get a hold of how painful the process of letting go is, the misery that came dawning on. Its just barely 2 days yet it's killing me alive. My eye stings from crying all night long. Where the hell are you? I cant stand this excruciating pain, ohj please dont give up on me :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-6389519803076273057?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/6389519803076273057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/08/truth-is-going-to-hurt-and-not-everyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/6389519803076273057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/6389519803076273057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/08/truth-is-going-to-hurt-and-not-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TIMbqoevPNI/AAAAAAAACAU/kg9HkpqrUJc/s72-c/SANY0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-3007394910049717664</id><published>2010-08-19T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:54:51.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just been living each day without any real meaning in it. It's so bad that when I try to think of what I did yesterday, I take like 10 minutes to figure out the details of what I actually did, because my days are so monotone and boring and the same. Feels like forever since I really truly enjoyed myself :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-3007394910049717664?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/3007394910049717664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-just-been-living-each-day-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3007394910049717664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3007394910049717664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-just-been-living-each-day-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-2854015210419703206</id><published>2010-08-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:54:01.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest fatty pom pom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 8th monthsary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered reading your blog time and time again before we even got together. I wanted to know more about you so much that fate decided to bring us together then. Today, i visited your site again. This time it's different, cause i know every sweet detailed entry is typed to me instead. I start to come to terms that you do actually, love me alot. I'm really sorry for this month's insecurities that's been really fucked up. Just as you know, every month we pull through my fears of losing you gets stronger. So i hope you'd understand everything that happened this few days back weren't intentional. Despite all our bickering, fightings i still love you the same. Quarreling does play a big part in us know if it wouldn't for those times we might have taken each other for granted. I never regret having you nor loving you once at all cause you are the best damn thing that ever happened to me. My only biggest regret was making you upset. Darling, it didn't make me feel good a single bit when you were upset. In fact my heart was aching so badly when you cried the other time upon reading h2h. I might act all cold and ignorant. But deep down y'know what's exactly going through my mind? I felt like a total fucking loser for making you sad. How the hell would i ever thought of erasing you off my life.....there's just too much to forget. I am the luckiest bitch to have you. I had the time of my life with you, you gave me the happiest moments i ever had in life. The moments i'd never forget. The memories most memorable. I couldn't believed we made it through these 8months, i thought we never could. Thanks for showering and showing me what love actually was. It is meant to be me and you. Kekezzz. I love you always. All ways ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-2854015210419703206?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/2854015210419703206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/08/8th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2854015210419703206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2854015210419703206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/08/8th.html' title='Dearest fatty pom pom'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-2710587051438045724</id><published>2010-07-21T03:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T05:25:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TEYRX8OUk-I/AAAAAAAAB_g/zrkh6vkl-XE/s1600/SANY0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TEYRX8OUk-I/AAAAAAAAB_g/zrkh6vkl-XE/s400/SANY0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496099498253128674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TEYQSYdczGI/AAAAAAAAB_A/btGah8-9ZlU/s1600/SANY0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TEYQSYdczGI/AAAAAAAAB_A/btGah8-9ZlU/s400/SANY0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496098303241931874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi living organisms i'm back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for i haven't been blogging for the longest time ever. I realise i always stop posting after awhile maybe it's because my blog is so dull and boring to stay for long. Anyhow i shall revamp this site soon i promise. I know you guys wanna read about my life, see tons of pictures everything and all but i'm really lazy to plus you all should know blogging is not my everything so i hope you'd understand and make do with my short and nonsensical entries. I’ll try to give a proper one for our 7th and zoo trip during the weekends ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way if you've been following me on twitter you'd already know what i have been doing these past months. Etc i'm not studying anymore, desperately need to get a job, bought couple rings, been to zoo for 7th monthsary, been cuddling and smooching my girlfriend everyday, ranting about gayboii93, constipating at 6pm yada yada yada and the list goes on. All about me myself and I leh so stalkers whom are really that enthu about me can refresh http://twitter.com/gamefor2 every few seconds kthxbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-2710587051438045724?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/2710587051438045724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-living-organisms-im-back-sorry-for-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2710587051438045724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2710587051438045724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-living-organisms-im-back-sorry-for-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/TEYRX8OUk-I/AAAAAAAAB_g/zrkh6vkl-XE/s72-c/SANY0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-3810565137992898778</id><published>2010-06-20T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:58:59.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Baby, we need to talk.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Ricardo, what do you mean?                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Something has come up...                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     What? What's wrong? Is it bad?                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     I don't want to hurt you, baby.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesn't break up with me... I love him so much.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Baby, are you there?                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Yeah, I'm here. What is so important?                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     I'm not sure if I should say it..                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     I'm leaving..                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Baby, what are you talking about? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Why? All of your family lives over here.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                     &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     I can't believe this.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; (Picks up the other phone, interrupts &amp;amp; yells furiously) ERICA! What did I tell you about talking to boys?! Get off the damn phone! (And hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Wow, your father sounds really mad.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     You know how he gets, but anyways, I don't want you to go.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Would you run away with me?                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     *Thinking* I can't believe what's going on.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I need to give you something tonight, because I am leaving on flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Okay, I will sneak out &amp;amp; meet you at the park.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         (They meet at a nearby park, they both hug each other. And he gives her a note.)                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     *Tear* (Begins to cry.)                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Baby, don't cry, you know I love you... But I have to go.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Okay (Begins to walk away.)                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         (They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her)                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         It says...                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         "Erica,                                 &lt;br /&gt;You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and don't you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did the right thing, and you were never there. I didn't think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         - Ricardo"                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         ( Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in the garbage &amp;amp; cries for hours. )                                 &lt;br /&gt;... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she gets a phone call....&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     How are you feeling?                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something...&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;                                     Umm.. okay.                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         (She finds a piece of paper in the jacket.)                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;It says:&lt;/span&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Hate = Love                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Never = Always                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Bitch = Baby                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Will not = will                                 &lt;br /&gt;.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me! He must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         ( Erica turns the TV on. )                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                         [Breaking news]                                 &lt;br /&gt;"An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says.&lt;br /&gt;( She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead &amp;amp; she had nothing to live for... )&lt;br /&gt;... A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-3810565137992898778?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/3810565137992898778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3810565137992898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3810565137992898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-5019346116472661636</id><published>2010-06-08T03:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:00:57.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like seeing you lying in the ward whining about how painful the drip is, what's worst is that I can't do anything at all, just stand there and watch. Not only that, I feel the pain and think about when all these weren't happening at first. My heart aches at the sight of all this. My stomach churns the whole time when I'm with you at the hospital. It felt like a bullet just went through my heart without a warning. This is how bad i felt, you know that? Fret not I won't let it happen again, ever ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this just means that I'M GONNA CONTROL YOUR DIET :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-5019346116472661636?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/5019346116472661636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-like-seeing-you-lying-in-ward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5019346116472661636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5019346116472661636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-like-seeing-you-lying-in-ward.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-1925372561076858536</id><published>2010-05-26T19:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:09:33.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S_0i3oqX5LI/AAAAAAAAB-w/pJw39dr4gfE/s1600/IMG00056-20100525-152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S_0i3oqX5LI/AAAAAAAAB-w/pJw39dr4gfE/s400/IMG00056-20100525-152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475571061155685554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many a time, I convinced myself that i could do without you, live my days without you when we're on a verge of giving up everything.. It's difficult and heart wrenching because deep within me i knew it was just a comforting lie. Remember the last time we broke off cause of some stupid reason and I stupidly took a box of Panadol. You stood firmly by me, though i told you to go away. You took care of me that night, the whole entire night and forgo work even when we're not together at that point of time.  And the very next day both of us cried so bad together like some dumped child, rmb? I never knew it could hurt you so much. From then, i've learnt how to cherish and treasurely treasure you like a gem and be obedient. Cause it's well defined a right route to a genuine love and chances like this doesn't comes by that easily. Anger... tears...laughter.. It's when you want to be together despite it all, that's when you truly love another. We gone through it all, shared 'em all... So I'm sure, I, really, really love you. And I'll always will, all ways. Darling sorry for the sucky times i've been, you know i don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY (BELATED) 5th QT PIE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-1925372561076858536?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/1925372561076858536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/05/many-time-i-convinced-myself-that-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1925372561076858536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1925372561076858536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/05/many-time-i-convinced-myself-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S_0i3oqX5LI/AAAAAAAAB-w/pJw39dr4gfE/s72-c/IMG00056-20100525-152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8301431661871833225</id><published>2010-05-19T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:10:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise to blog soon provided y'all click on my nuffang ads. Deal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8301431661871833225?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8301431661871833225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-promise-to-blog-soon-provided-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8301431661871833225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8301431661871833225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-promise-to-blog-soon-provided-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-4466215637968459051</id><published>2010-04-25T13:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:40:58.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S9PRKKCMuGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IyTIcJHgGZE/s1600/10042010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463940745353017442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S9PRKKCMuGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IyTIcJHgGZE/s400/10042010111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi i love you, fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored on a sunday afternoon, doing every and any shit no life stuff. Why am i always like that.......procrastinating?? I can never be determined enough to not waste my life away. No wonder i'm me. And i'm like freaking in my wanna sleep mood now. WHAT THE SHIT? I'm supposed to get prepared and be ready to fetch darling from work, buzzzzzz. Why why why do i do things at the wrong time.. Okay who am i kidding i ALWAYS do things at the wrong time. Haha i know i sibei jiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-4466215637968459051?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/4466215637968459051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-somebody-who-goes-all-out-just-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4466215637968459051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4466215637968459051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-somebody-who-goes-all-out-just-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S9PRKKCMuGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/IyTIcJHgGZE/s72-c/10042010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8588920271443807229</id><published>2010-04-10T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:55:07.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to wish my BB fatty a happy 4th monthsary :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start with. So I guess I'll start with I love you. I love all the times we've spent together. I love you whispering in my ears, I love hugging you duper tightly till you gotta ask me to stop, I love getting yelled at when i talk back cause you'd burst into laughter when trying to be serious, I love being fed by you, I love gossiping about everything to you, I love watching movies with you, I love you hooking my arms, I love getting stuck in your room for a whole day, I love sharing a pillow and sleep on a single size bed with you, I love waking up in your arms, I love to see your wake up look(so cute), I love seeing you do funny faces because it makes me smile, I love you singing songs for me, I love imitating the way each of us talks, I love the times you were there for me, I love everything about you and us and I want all of these to last. I'm here to assure you that nobody else can replace you. Never. We've gone through so much, you've definitely taught me alot and made me grow up in this relationship. Thanks darling, thanks for your unconditional love and for always giving in. You're going to start work in less than a week's time and there's gonna be lesser time spent with you but fret not, you'll always be in my mind no matter where you are. We may be far at distance but we'll never be at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you always. All ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8588920271443807229?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8588920271443807229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-would-like-to-wish-my-bb-fatty-happy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8588920271443807229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8588920271443807229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-would-like-to-wish-my-bb-fatty-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8530692476261207648</id><published>2010-04-07T17:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:38:50.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;My poor darling is sick and down with a sore throat but  I couldn't be there to take care of her. What a useless bitch. Tsk. Get well soon please&lt;/span&gt; :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8530692476261207648?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8530692476261207648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-poor-darling-is-sick-and-down-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8530692476261207648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8530692476261207648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-poor-darling-is-sick-and-down-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7347033842578769569</id><published>2010-04-06T13:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:25:55.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7rTbuFc5FI/AAAAAAAAB-I/peabcQnY7Z4/s1600/Waiting_in_vain__by_Marietqa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7rTbuFc5FI/AAAAAAAAB-I/peabcQnY7Z4/s400/Waiting_in_vain__by_Marietqa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456906371693601874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooped myself at home like an introvert and spammed television dramas the whole day. Basically, i have no life. Imma pray that tomorrow will be a much more better day. It better be.. I miss you OHJ. I hate days without you. I hate days where i can do nothing but stares into blank, thinking about you at the back of my head. It's hardly a day. It doesn't really make any sense. Yet i just couldn't stop thinking about you. Well, you had me. No matter what happens i'll stick by you. 4 more days to our 4th (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's not helping my life get any better. In fact, freaking ruining my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7347033842578769569?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7347033842578769569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/cooped-myself-at-home-like-introvert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7347033842578769569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7347033842578769569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/cooped-myself-at-home-like-introvert.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7rTbuFc5FI/AAAAAAAAB-I/peabcQnY7Z4/s72-c/Waiting_in_vain__by_Marietqa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7867630540917227541</id><published>2010-04-01T03:03:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:54:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7O12qrE0GI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NSrwH8xLf1s/s1600/Mimi%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 520px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7O12qrE0GI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NSrwH8xLf1s/s400/Mimi%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454903524448325730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7O2Z2gpHuI/AAAAAAAAB94/1pUMsR8em8k/s1600/25633_1371448604582_1182774618_31101886_1428710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 519px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7O2Z2gpHuI/AAAAAAAAB94/1pUMsR8em8k/s400/25633_1371448604582_1182774618_31101886_1428710_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454904128921214690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mimi ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a long time thinking of a name for her. Got inspiration from my dog's name tiny and I actually thought of words like mini, nini....etc. In the end, finally decided with this 'cuz it sounds pretty nice? Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i love her very very very much.&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/5778885596519111440-7867630540917227541?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7867630540917227541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/meet-my-love-mimi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7867630540917227541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7867630540917227541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/04/meet-my-love-mimi.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S7O12qrE0GI/AAAAAAAAB9o/NSrwH8xLf1s/s72-c/Mimi%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-5592572136208336777</id><published>2010-03-20T21:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:02:54.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S6TZFGhuAkI/AAAAAAAAB9I/MvU-Rp3UBcQ/s1600-h/14032010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S6TZFGhuAkI/AAAAAAAAB9I/MvU-Rp3UBcQ/s400/14032010045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450720130699756098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17/03/10: Strolled with darling from Suntec&gt;Esplanade&gt;Raffles&gt;Bugis&gt;Lavender. Fucking kick walk, i like. Mad eh? My legs were effing tired and about die. But&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; scratch that, I loved &lt;/span&gt;the jokes we cracked, the spastic faces you made throughout the journey, how we'll crap so much, and have lotsa fun together by doing really stupid things. The walk wasn't as bad as how it sounds, it was actually enjoyable. An experience I'll never forget :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-5592572136208336777?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/5592572136208336777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/lavender-stroll-with-darling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5592572136208336777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5592572136208336777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/lavender-stroll-with-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S6TZFGhuAkI/AAAAAAAAB9I/MvU-Rp3UBcQ/s72-c/14032010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7265597174443335968</id><published>2010-03-20T20:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:03:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, its been quite some time since i touched this space hahahahaha. It was our 3rd monthsary 10days back! I hadn't really got a chance to post these while. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/julia/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy (belated) 3rd darling!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S6TIeSp4rAI/AAAAAAAAB9A/j7I_hZnI1eU/s1600-h/14032010041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 691px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S6TIeSp4rAI/AAAAAAAAB9A/j7I_hZnI1eU/s400/14032010041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450701871754292226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to you darling, for these 3 months that we've managed to make it through. I hope you like the belt I gave you. And also thank you once again for Mimi.... You sweet child :&gt; I'm going love it more then how i love you! Hehe. Alrights, shall keep this entry short and sweet, cause I've already written the rest of what I want to say on the card I given you. And like from the beginning, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always. All ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'll blog again soon and i promise there'll be more pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7265597174443335968?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7265597174443335968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7265597174443335968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7265597174443335968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S6TIeSp4rAI/AAAAAAAAB9A/j7I_hZnI1eU/s72-c/14032010041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-5771014168446413188</id><published>2010-03-03T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:18:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43SDpKrOlI/AAAAAAAAB5g/t88tPO8Xs5c/s1600-h/nameless%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 630px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43SE8s3R0I/AAAAAAAAB5w/RaeV_NIkl5Q/s400/,.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444238507016406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43SFJ6pleI/AAAAAAAAB54/9aqq29Wm1kE/s1600-h/DSC01892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 630px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43SFJ6pleI/AAAAAAAAB54/9aqq29Wm1kE/s400/DSC01892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444238510563890658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43S6q5w60I/AAAAAAAAB7o/rC4KS1CU9ac/s1600-h/DSC05272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43S6q5w60I/AAAAAAAAB7o/rC4KS1CU9ac/s400/DSC05272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444239429951613762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43S6-LeiNI/AAAAAAAAB7w/cFjfo__FFx8/s1600-h/DSC06276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 626px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43S6-LeiNI/AAAAAAAAB7w/cFjfo__FFx8/s400/DSC06276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444239435126180050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43WVUcB_rI/AAAAAAAAB84/IZNneR6BarM/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 630px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43WVUcB_rI/AAAAAAAAB84/IZNneR6BarM/s400/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444243186312674994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goofy ol'times. All the pics looks so ridiculously funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic much?&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think i look goddamn hideous in the past. Like sibei sibei to the freaking max type, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-5771014168446413188?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/5771014168446413188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-ugly-julia-for-you-lol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5771014168446413188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5771014168446413188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/heres-ugly-julia-for-you-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S43SDpKrOlI/AAAAAAAAB5g/t88tPO8Xs5c/s72-c/nameless%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8163387326916620043</id><published>2010-03-01T06:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:45:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest Bitchy Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kicking alive still! I have no idea how you could have such 'earthly' thinking that your words can actually killed me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. What a joke. I've been racking my super sized brain, unlike your puny brain, for so long, trying to figure why you said I don't worth a second for you to waste your time on yet you wrote an entry just for me? Huh. Why oh why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I like to think highly of myself much and I am not gonna stop. At least I'm not someone like you who have extremely low self-esteem. Who cares if you're living in one piece or half man? Not me. Definitely. Maybe you can tell that to someone else. Like your accomplice, little miss gorgeous. Nincompoop-_- I told you I was in control of your fate right! Didn't I made your life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; after stating that I got offended. So why deny that i was in control of your fate and put on a facade? Anyway, I've got feelings and it's norm if i feel offended, don't you have 'em? Or are your (nonexistent) feelings numbed by me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;! And please, you think I'll admit that I'm a backstabber ON MY OWN BLOG. WOW. Let's all clap hands for you. I'm really astonished by your stupidity. Oh ya hunk, thanks for trying to pissed me off by posting 'cuz you're actually admiting that you are that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATHETIC SORE LOSER &lt;/span&gt;I'm talking about. Your conscience tells you so, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from now on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to thank God and appreciate the world that such stupid and dumb ass people like you actually exist. Whenever you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cyber-ly&lt;/span&gt; make a fool of yourself, or whenever you piss and annoy the shit outta me, I'm just gonna exclaim, "Thank you for existing in this world! Thank you a million times, for actually entertaining me for being such a huge dickhead! Thank you so much, for giving me a reason to actually continue living, because you made me feel so much better about myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you go round telling people that I flame you. Please provide evidence :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8163387326916620043?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8163387326916620043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-bitchy-gay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8163387326916620043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8163387326916620043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/dearest-bitchy-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8839564268286027183</id><published>2010-03-01T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:09:30.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4rNX-a_z8I/AAAAAAAAB4g/al9kbb0Y5_8/s1600-h/15943_1290034609283_1182774618_30877520_3594582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4rNX-a_z8I/AAAAAAAAB4g/al9kbb0Y5_8/s400/15943_1290034609283_1182774618_30877520_3594582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443388911407583170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*you belong with meeeeeeeee-eeeee-eeeeeee*&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8839564268286027183?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8839564268286027183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-belong-with-meeeeeeeee-eeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8839564268286027183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8839564268286027183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-belong-with-meeeeeeeee-eeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4rNX-a_z8I/AAAAAAAAB4g/al9kbb0Y5_8/s72-c/15943_1290034609283_1182774618_30877520_3594582_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-1818153582927119158</id><published>2010-02-28T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:45:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4qKsGN-azI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/jWvCZgrB53I/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 540px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4qKsGN-azI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/jWvCZgrB53I/s400/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443315589818772274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree, whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth hurts, it freaking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;I am awaiting.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-1818153582927119158?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/1818153582927119158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/lying-is-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1818153582927119158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1818153582927119158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/lying-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4qKsGN-azI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/jWvCZgrB53I/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7017311878452503475</id><published>2010-02-23T04:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:33:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody is blind enough to think that i am blind. Get the irony i'm trying to bring about here? If you don't, what a jack ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you, omg :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you don't know that you've offended people with your vicious words. I believe that there are no things which are so coincidental. Maybe there is. But not for this matter. What the heck is wrong with you? Fancy of accusing people backstabbing you. What about you? Aren't you doing the exact same thing! Here's my piece back at you, a little taste of your own medicine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATHETIC SORE LOSER.&lt;/span&gt; You hid your defeat by saying it's someone backstabbing you. Wtf. Bravo dumb shit. Haha at you, you poor little chap. Though you're right, fate is way beyond our control but... in this case, i was in control of your fate of becoming miserable. It was my decision that caused your misery. So are you gonna do the same thing like get back on me and make sure my back is stabbed? Please don't, please I'm afraid :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks to have to deal with such people like you. Your life sucks for having to know someone like me who loves to make a big fuss. Correction, it's not a big fuss. It's just essential to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. Don't forget me, and my awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S You got my salute for being such a bitchy gay(or whatever you should be named)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No names, go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7017311878452503475?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7017311878452503475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/somebody-is-blind-enough-to-think-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7017311878452503475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7017311878452503475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/somebody-is-blind-enough-to-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-615718460853270260</id><published>2010-02-18T18:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:35:19.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An average school girl life? I hope so :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could stop engaging myself in deep thoughts that are as close to being impossible. Like reading more books, bury myself in an avalanche of homework, most importantly attend school regularly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-615718460853270260?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/615718460853270260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/average-school-girl-life-i-wish-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/615718460853270260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/615718460853270260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/average-school-girl-life-i-wish-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-4412289813155635584</id><published>2010-02-17T12:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:51:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dear Flabflab&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3tyVJtW-hI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2pDsy1CZC0M/s1600-h/DSC00674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3tyVJtW-hI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2pDsy1CZC0M/s400/DSC00674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439066682688993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you so much darling. I really didn't expect you to buy this, though I did suspect something much more smaller. But anyway, I really love the present and especially the way you wanted to surprise me with this for our 2nd monthsary. It made my heart melt. Cross my heart, I'd talk to both of 'em as much as possible. And also kiss 'em goodmorning and night everyday! Love you all the way to pluto and back &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-4412289813155635584?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/4412289813155635584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dear-flabflab-thank-you-so-much.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4412289813155635584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4412289813155635584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dear-flabflab-thank-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3tyVJtW-hI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/2pDsy1CZC0M/s72-c/DSC00674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7077976968225874199</id><published>2010-02-17T10:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:14:25.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was chinese new year and valentines day three days back! But i didn't get a chance to post. I was like mad busy? Umm.... Maybe not really that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.A.D&lt;/span&gt; la~ Just dont have the time to. So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy (belated) CNY and Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Hope ya all did have an awesomely whacking and smashing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My CNY wasn't that enjoyable. It was a really tiring and lethargic day for me... I didn't slept the night before because i stayed out till breaking dawn with Fatty darl. But fortunately I still managed to stay awake and get prepared in the morning. As like always, things were the same every year, nothing extraordinary took place except for the fact that time passes exceptionally slow. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think it's just me lor&lt;/span&gt;) Hahaha. I almost fell asleep a couple of times. Muthafucking embarrassing! Luckily no outsiders caught me in act. After everything ended i met darl, and stayed out the whole night again~ Keke! Didn't celebrate valentine's though, but its okay. At least we did spend time together. I'm contented, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, a whole bunch of us went to Ahliang's place during midnight to gamble till wee hours in the morning. And I went over to darl's place aftermath..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S My posts are boring. Please make do with it ok?&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S I love my hideous panda ibags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7077976968225874199?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7077976968225874199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7077976968225874199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7077976968225874199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8749990615874878709</id><published>2010-02-11T08:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:02:36.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes yes yes, i know this space lacks of a proper entry for a month already. I'd update now okiie pokie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 2nd monthsary darl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmm... Well, I would like you to know that you're really great and  I can never be grateful enough for all that you've done for me. Thanks for being by my side through life's uncertain ride. Sharing the laughters and the tears, and for the better or worse. All the things we've done together, the memories we have will always be etched in my heart. I promise. I know I've been suckish. I know I haven't been great as a girlfriend, and I know I'm not sweet all the time but do know that I still love you the same. You can be such an ass at times and even make me cry but at least you have what it takes to drive me crazy. No one can replace you. Never. I'd go through everything together with you. Important things. Stupid things. Things that matter. Things that don’t. Whatever it is, doesn't matters as long as its with you. I have no idea how many times I have to repeat this but I wanna say this again again and again that I love you always, all ways ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're idiotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3NgCC3EeOI/AAAAAAAAB2A/0D15CH2EbdE/s1600-h/27012010%28031%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3NgCC3EeOI/AAAAAAAAB2A/0D15CH2EbdE/s400/27012010%28031%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794763410176226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or retarted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3NgBhg7KyI/AAAAAAAAB14/jGchXLTsnaU/s1600-h/27012010%28012%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3NgBhg7KyI/AAAAAAAAB14/jGchXLTsnaU/s400/27012010%28012%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794754458921762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekez! I love you this way, just the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert hearts, insert hugs and muack :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8749990615874878709?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8749990615874878709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-yes-yes-i-know-this-space-lacks-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8749990615874878709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8749990615874878709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-yes-yes-i-know-this-space-lacks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S3NgCC3EeOI/AAAAAAAAB2A/0D15CH2EbdE/s72-c/27012010%28031%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-2844791656584379411</id><published>2010-01-18T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:44:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll stop being a procrastinator and update this dead space soon. My weeks are starting to get pretty hectic. Sucks :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-2844791656584379411?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/2844791656584379411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-stop-being-procrastinator-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2844791656584379411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2844791656584379411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-stop-being-procrastinator-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-511897615156100029</id><published>2010-01-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:33:36.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S0ocUIcm23I/AAAAAAAAB1w/pZKjPsc5KiU/s1600-h/09012010239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S0ocUIcm23I/AAAAAAAAB1w/pZKjPsc5KiU/s400/09012010239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425179833311615858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suck at expressing myself but here it goes. Today marks the first 28 days we've been officially together. Thank you for being with me all these while and all that you've done for me. You've made everything worthwhile. I'm so glad I met someone like you. I know there have been bad times, but I promise, I'll be here to stay regardless anything that happens. I'm happy as long as you're with me and you're mine. It doesn't really matter where we are or what we're doing, as long as we're together. I'm sorry for the misleading acts these days being easily paranoid, having the insecurities and all the fucked up stuffs. Forgive me if I've made you upset in any way. I'll cherish what I have now. I'll cherish you and I'll cherish us. So much of tolerating with my nonsense and always being there. I want to be with you for the longest time. Seeing you makes me forget about the bad things. You're really what makes me happy. I don't want us to end. I want to hold on to it as long as I can. I love you always. All ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st, Darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;You mean more than anything else in the world to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-511897615156100029?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/511897615156100029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suck-at-expressing-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/511897615156100029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/511897615156100029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-suck-at-expressing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S0ocUIcm23I/AAAAAAAAB1w/pZKjPsc5KiU/s72-c/09012010239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7029230815026803387</id><published>2010-01-10T11:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:50:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heartfelt thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darling&lt;/span&gt; Philene Junhan Jinfeng Khalid Alder Roy for making my night special and awesome! I really enjoyed myself. The company was good enough for me. It was a memorable night. Definitely :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also thank you all specially for wishing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mummy Yupei Yiting Ernest Daphne Janice Justina Jordon Joyce Jasmine Lihong Janan Dawnna Tammy Rebecca Sara Serene Moses daniel Jonathan Yenping Waiyan Jasmine Regene Yonghui Xinyi Aubrey Kenric Alex jasper Abel Rkycia Joanne Aaron Lingyi Jessica Paiboon Sandy Meow ping Denise Alvin Sean Gerald Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S If i've left you out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7029230815026803387?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7029230815026803387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/plenty-of-heartfelt-thanks-to-darling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7029230815026803387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7029230815026803387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/plenty-of-heartfelt-thanks-to-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-2089268495032348094</id><published>2010-01-03T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:45:02.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been away from home the previous 4 days. Damn lazy to elaborate the things that took place, so whatever. Countdown @ Khalid's Chalet. The most vivid memory there was darling's obsessed with gambling looks. Shouldn't talk too much. There's school tmrw, turn in early world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never be apart of me, apart of my life. Cause you already were... my whole life. Can you grasp the depth of how deep i fell now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-2089268495032348094?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/2089268495032348094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-been-away-from-home-previous-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2089268495032348094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2089268495032348094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-been-away-from-home-previous-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8639718510620508124</id><published>2010-01-03T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:53:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To hell 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off really well at the beginning, I was the happiest back then. But a drastic change made its approach. All the nonsense, fights, betrayals, back stabbers, irritants, fakers and fuckers came. Then it seems like life's just a fucken series of drama. Sometimes, emotions get the better of me and i find myself in a tangled mess, a broken heart and buckets of tears. But i slowly grew immune to them and through all these lessons, i've learnt to take things in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny when things were at its lowest point, it suddenly took a huge turnover and everything seemed so magical and surreal. Like you know, good things come to those who wait? Erase the frowns and show the smiles. Now I have my oh so sexy-lovely-awesome love. I'm gonna make this new beginning a good one, nothing shall come ruin it. I'm promising myself that 2010 will triumph 2009 really well. Read between the lines huh, all the shits that happened&amp;amp; 2009. Goodbye tears and heartbreaks and whatever bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed for the better and i'm never looking back, i'm moving on.. Dudes, get over the craps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8639718510620508124?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8639718510620508124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-hell-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8639718510620508124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8639718510620508124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-hell-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-3872517722231058495</id><published>2009-12-28T10:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:55:26.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzgmT3hyTII/AAAAAAAAB1o/HREJiwFrIL4/s1600-h/clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzgmT3hyTII/AAAAAAAAB1o/HREJiwFrIL4/s400/clown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420124274305420418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darl and I decided walking back home from Hougang today early morning around 0200hour. It was really a distance strolling from Hougang to Punggol(mind you it took us an hour plus walking). But i cant deny the fact that time did pass faster then usual, or is it just me? Hmm Mmm... I swear it didn't felt like it was a draggy process at all. Kinda enjoyed it. Really. Hahaha. Thank goodness we took a cab back at Punggol instead. Cause I can feel my legs giving way any time. Keke~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-3872517722231058495?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/3872517722231058495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/darl-and-i-spent-early-morning-around.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3872517722231058495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3872517722231058495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/darl-and-i-spent-early-morning-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzgmT3hyTII/AAAAAAAAB1o/HREJiwFrIL4/s72-c/clown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-4645840290301728749</id><published>2009-12-26T01:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:22:01.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzURfz6UAwI/AAAAAAAABzY/f3HHNq0AiAw/s1600-h/yupei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzURfz6UAwI/AAAAAAAABzY/f3HHNq0AiAw/s400/yupei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419256964818666242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3WtwAblI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/J9JplE7QOs4/s1600-h/17470_219283544639_620889639_2992549_5079242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3WtwAblI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/J9JplE7QOs4/s400/17470_219283544639_620889639_2992549_5079242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419298589987860050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3WEOp3wI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Lg3HG9An9Uo/s1600-h/17470_219283559639_620889639_2992550_5746993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3WEOp3wI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Lg3HG9An9Uo/s400/17470_219283559639_620889639_2992550_5746993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419298578842115842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3oKqhjhI/AAAAAAAAB0g/JvR4OIuJ4Jk/s1600-h/17470_219283569639_620889639_2992551_7789518_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3oKqhjhI/AAAAAAAAB0g/JvR4OIuJ4Jk/s400/17470_219283569639_620889639_2992551_7789518_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419298889807269394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3V8HrVEI/AAAAAAAAB0I/cxrTh3m3jA0/s1600-h/17470_219283574639_620889639_2992552_7049355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzU3V8HrVEI/AAAAAAAAB0I/cxrTh3m3jA0/s400/17470_219283574639_620889639_2992552_7049355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419298576665367618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BARNABAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Christmas yesterday. But it didn't feel like it was, the atmosphere and everything was so different. Felt like as though it was like every other boring day when you wake up and nothing is happening. I slept my whole day away. Haha. Eve was pretty much enjoyable though it wasn't very eventful. Not considering the part when Darling&amp;amp; I had a silent war period of course. Anyway we were at Reuben's condo. Barnabas the birthday boy together along with Reuben and Eric got threw down into the pool. Friggin funny! Hehehe. Ended up at 444 for their drinking sessions like always. None got wasted except for the birthday boy. Ah, expected he'll get wasted big time whenever he drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there all the time darling, despite my mood and everything else being rather fucked up. I'm sorry and you know I love you. I love every single thing about you, from the bottom of my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK ON MY NUFFANG ADS. THX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-4645840290301728749?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/4645840290301728749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-christmas-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4645840290301728749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4645840290301728749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-christmas-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SzURfz6UAwI/AAAAAAAABzY/f3HHNq0AiAw/s72-c/yupei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-4160512068292089972</id><published>2009-12-20T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:55:22.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you hear the sound of my breaking heart?&lt;br /&gt;Life just stabbed me through when i heard you'll be hospitalize. Darling i know it's tough for you, it definitely would be. But hang in there and get everything done and over with. I'll watch your health for you. And put in my utmost effort. That's a promise to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-4160512068292089972?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/4160512068292089972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-hear-sound-of-my-breaking-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4160512068292089972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4160512068292089972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-hear-sound-of-my-breaking-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-2768524333089556693</id><published>2009-12-17T10:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:57:58.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SymVJeS8VmI/AAAAAAAABxw/TZLkbI3pPgU/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SymVJeS8VmI/AAAAAAAABxw/TZLkbI3pPgU/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416024016873608802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’d stay. I don’t care if i need to stay up crying all night long. Cause I can’t stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can’t look into your eyes without feeling that longing. I can’t talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And truth is, everyone you meet will hurt you at one point or another. You just need to decide who is worth the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-2768524333089556693?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/2768524333089556693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-stay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2768524333089556693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/2768524333089556693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/id-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SymVJeS8VmI/AAAAAAAABxw/TZLkbI3pPgU/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-506912741937481385</id><published>2009-12-14T06:08:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:22:17.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time passes so fast! It's just like a twinkle of an eye back when i first stepped into a new school and everything. You know, that nostalgic feeling? I just can't swallow and digest the fact that I'm retaining next year. Yadayadayada, i know right... At secondary one. Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-the-hell&lt;/span&gt;? Go ahead fucking laugh all you can. And to top it up, I'll only know where I'd be studying the first week of 2010. Everything would be rushing mad, the buying of books, uniform, etc etc.. So can you grasp the hard time i will going through? Fuck you if you're gloating over my misfortune now. Your mother sure die. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you x infinity much though i'll be seeing you in a few hours time. You make every moment feel so special always, that's why i'm stuck with you and i won't run. I don’t want to lose you. I really don't. So i guess this is it, this is love. Giving you the power to break me, but trusting you not to. You mean more than anything else in the world to me. I like waking up in your arms and see you beside me the moment I open my eyes. So cute. Not forgetting the late night talks and all the things that we do together. I wished I could wake up in your arms seeing you beside me forever. I love you X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-506912741937481385?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/506912741937481385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-passes-so-fast-its-just-like.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/506912741937481385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/506912741937481385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-passes-so-fast-its-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-3587821720329148369</id><published>2009-12-10T08:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:20:28.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SyGURVB3B4I/AAAAAAAABtY/HFvSu7FXBGI/s1600-h/16648_235386024277_704079277_4460606_4064896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SyGV47PY6hI/AAAAAAAABug/jhzx8FZpB7M/s400/16648_235385674277_704079277_4460571_5025569_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413773032283499026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SyGQGzWRcyI/AAAAAAAABsg/jPC88l_Dc9w/s1600-h/16648_235385704277_704079277_4460574_7668013_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SyGQGzWRcyI/AAAAAAAABsg/jPC88l_Dc9w/s400/16648_235385704277_704079277_4460574_7668013_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766673613288226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PANDA KHOO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrated his birthday at Summer Breeze. They had alcohol as usual. We sure did had a fun time snapping pictures &amp;amp;all. But sadly, panties has to leave early for home even though he doesn't has his rolex anymore. Hahaha. Hope you enjoyed yourself Panties!! Once again, happy birthday. Catch up soon~ Btw, love your spastic face. Classic.&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/5778885596519111440-3587821720329148369?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/3587821720329148369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-panda-khoo-love-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3587821720329148369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/3587821720329148369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-panda-khoo-love-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SyGURVB3B4I/AAAAAAAABtY/HFvSu7FXBGI/s72-c/16648_235386024277_704079277_4460606_4064896_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-4873385259459266283</id><published>2009-12-10T05:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T08:16:11.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>32889.)The one who would give in when the world crashes on me, and it doesn't affect you in any way because deep down you know i need you there. And with such a smile i wont want to miss, that's you my dear. You're what makes me happy. Thanks for your presence. May all good things last fruitfully. It makes me sounds like a broken record always, but still, i love you. I love you in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-4873385259459266283?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/4873385259459266283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/32889.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4873385259459266283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/4873385259459266283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/32889.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7952301492144623602</id><published>2009-12-05T23:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:44:57.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iie mUssttxx tok dhis w4y frMmssz n0w ONwardcxz.&lt;br /&gt;Someez1 cAnnnotxc uNderz 10 watttt iie triesz tuh sae! 我的 hairpeez daesss cUminq le worrhc.&lt;br /&gt;大大 smilez!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for language. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7952301492144623602?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7952301492144623602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/iie-mussttxx-twiitt-frmmssz-n0w.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7952301492144623602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7952301492144623602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/iie-mussttxx-twiitt-frmmssz-n0w.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7286859291856464688</id><published>2009-12-05T23:07:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T05:55:25.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxqH0urKifI/AAAAAAAABrw/PPaN6NpC3XM/s1600-h/115d6c246f818074_SDC10946preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxqH0urKifI/AAAAAAAABrw/PPaN6NpC3XM/s320/115d6c246f818074_SDC10946preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411787242191096306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;32889.)I want you to hug me from behind, unexpectedly. I want you to hold me and keep me warm. I want you to cuddle with me and watch movies. I want you to kiss me in the rain. I want you hold my hands and play with my fingers. I want you play with my hair. I want you to lay in my bed with me and just hold me. I want you to let me dress you up and make you look silly. I want you to tell your friends everyday how much you love me. I want you to sing me songs. I want you to watch the sunrise with me. I want you to give me piggy back rides daily. I want you to kiss my nose. I want you to wipe my tears away. I want you to tell me you miss me. I want you to drop everything and hug me tight. I want you to snuggle with me in the movie theaters. I want you to squeeze me as hard as you can when you hug me. I want you to smile every single time you see me. I want you to know how much I love you. I just, want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7286859291856464688?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7286859291856464688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-to-hug-me-from-behind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7286859291856464688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7286859291856464688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-to-hug-me-from-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxqH0urKifI/AAAAAAAABrw/PPaN6NpC3XM/s72-c/115d6c246f818074_SDC10946preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-465043775107656112</id><published>2009-12-04T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:44:49.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtXr0pIRSg4&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/DtXr0pIRSg4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-465043775107656112?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/465043775107656112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-back-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/465043775107656112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/465043775107656112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-back-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-9205445162295466907</id><published>2009-11-24T13:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T07:20:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt26OhPuI/AAAAAAAABpA/wP81nIUBrPw/s1600/3022ad93d463132b_SDC10911_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999473745149666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt26OhPuI/AAAAAAAABpA/wP81nIUBrPw/s320/3022ad93d463132b_SDC10911_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999468660775634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt2nST2tI/AAAAAAAABo4/UmBIj4fxfEQ/s320/88ed73e1f1f4f655_SDC10958_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999463330864322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt2Tbj3MI/AAAAAAAABow/Nh8yPGabwac/s320/9aa49fbc09ae6545_SDC10931_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999459093614578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt2DpUj_I/AAAAAAAABoo/D_GdZS0UyWE/s320/2f113e887abe82fd_SDC10927_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409999458014555122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt1_oDa_I/AAAAAAAABog/NM09VLH4hN8/s320/2a78e3b593453f01_SDC10929_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxmXnyWPq1I/AAAAAAAABqo/g4bnmXcv8Sc/s1600-h/8da2dc200acf903f_SDC10918preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxmXnyWPq1I/AAAAAAAABqo/g4bnmXcv8Sc/s320/8da2dc200acf903f_SDC10918preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411523137048128338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. Julia you're so whatever. Can tio punch alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5778885596519111440-9205445162295466907?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/9205445162295466907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-handsome-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/9205445162295466907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/9205445162295466907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-handsome-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SxQt26OhPuI/AAAAAAAABpA/wP81nIUBrPw/s72-c/3022ad93d463132b_SDC10911_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-1800460352232849775</id><published>2009-11-20T07:49:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:30:29.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday: Celebrated Michelle's birthday. And finally met up with Justina!!! She hasn't change at all. Still as idiotic and funny as ever. Hahaha. I had a fun night though most of us were drunk and wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, Piang :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-1800460352232849775?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/1800460352232849775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-spent-night-with-ahbarn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1800460352232849775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1800460352232849775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-spent-night-with-ahbarn.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7051685896783033055</id><published>2009-11-16T01:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:08:35.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SwBRnf0__sI/AAAAAAAABlY/p7epxBEfKqU/s1600-h/8243e80a6c8fa469_8z30cn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SwBRnf0__sI/AAAAAAAABlY/p7epxBEfKqU/s400/8243e80a6c8fa469_8z30cn.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404409291845140162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly, I'm going back tmrw instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful how we could just stay as friends, but it starts getting irksome and tiring when you know, it's not just that alone. I still have to put up with a show, and you going gaga over how fine you're actually, but it aren't what it seems like. I really hate to start hurling my horrible attitude at you. Because, guilt comes dawning on my part. I don't have a choice, i don't... For some reasons i just must. I'm sorry. No one is to be blamed X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7051685896783033055?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7051685896783033055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-started-hurling-my-horrible-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7051685896783033055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7051685896783033055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-started-hurling-my-horrible-attitude.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SwBRnf0__sI/AAAAAAAABlY/p7epxBEfKqU/s72-c/8243e80a6c8fa469_8z30cn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-1367455858548038683</id><published>2009-11-15T04:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:48:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the songs the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover's mouth, a half-complete cigarette, diet coke which fizzles on your tongue, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of the wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your finger nails, your grandmother's musical box, the ballet shoes you've had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the bubblegum stuck under decks, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, 5am morning breath, your sensitive teeth, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover's hair, sleepless nights, overdosing on painkillers, undeserved success and recognition, telling lies and not getting caught, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, watching the people fucking up around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, flaming your lover's ex, make-up sex, smudged mascara, disheveled hair and smeared lipstick, the coffee and bagel you digest on a daily basis, little children, silence,  recyclable materials, tress, photosynthesis, growth, development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No. Love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-1367455858548038683?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/1367455858548038683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1367455858548038683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1367455858548038683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-5263541405277022438</id><published>2009-11-11T07:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:32:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;. Sinkg in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all&gt; Enjoy your hols! Just live life as it is, be happy muthafuckers. Waste more resources, let the world end faster!!! Woooaahhh :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sounded absolutely insane. SO WHAT?  Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-5263541405277022438?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/5263541405277022438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/sinkg-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5263541405277022438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5263541405277022438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/sinkg-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-8220073061843769710</id><published>2009-11-11T06:05:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:28:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uOP45Ni6dfo&amp;amp;hl=en&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/uOP45Ni6dfo&amp;amp;hl=en&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is fuckg hilarious. No? Kill yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brought me back here to her place. And yup i'll be staying for a week or so. Gotta go to her pub tmrw~ Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it, fuck it once agn 'cuz im gonna rot there. Mmm Hmm.. She got me E63, and it totally sucks ttm!!! *Eye rolling moments* Anyway you can get my new number from me, but i guess i've sent most of y'all my number already yes... Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it'll be an ample upheaval, but i'd rather prefer things to be this way than living a slow yet long heart stabbing hurt. I bet you feel so that way too, ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-8220073061843769710?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/8220073061843769710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-hilarious-really-ill-be-staying.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8220073061843769710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/8220073061843769710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-hilarious-really-ill-be-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-1895212198620286560</id><published>2009-11-07T21:06:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:59:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SvVw_WoVZLI/AAAAAAAABiU/zLPI4F4bEZ8/s1600-h/tumblr_kpm4aujcQE1qze3z5o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SvVw_WoVZLI/AAAAAAAABiU/zLPI4F4bEZ8/s400/tumblr_kpm4aujcQE1qze3z5o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401347561809601714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes it feels so wrong, yet sometimes it's the opposite. I don't know how to weigh it out and believe in which. I was swept off my feet time and again but there's still a void in my heart. I hate getting the intense feeling everytime i think about it. It's not like i wanted things to be so cranky and end up like that. Who would even want such a thing to happen? Not me, not you, neither her. I beg to differ that it's only one-sided. Did you think of me today? Because i did. I miss you, fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to deal with this and handle everything at the moment. Life's being such a bitch by leaving me in all this bullshit all by myself. It's so damn exhausting, my energy is being drained out. I cannot forget all the things. They're all still running in circles in my mind. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No matter what happens, i'll never lose sight of myself, promised. xxx&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/5778885596519111440-1895212198620286560?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/1895212198620286560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-think-of-me-today-because-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1895212198620286560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/1895212198620286560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-you-think-of-me-today-because-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SvVw_WoVZLI/AAAAAAAABiU/zLPI4F4bEZ8/s72-c/tumblr_kpm4aujcQE1qze3z5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-283190275506646463</id><published>2009-11-03T06:57:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:28:59.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the bottom line, fuck off and die srsly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="post"&gt; &lt;div class="quote short"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stupid mistake in life is thinking the one who hurt you the most, won’t hurt you again. I've learn to stop wanting or expecting things. You're just a fuckg disappointment. And to hell w your words "U r not wrong, I am". Goddamn annoying. Thx you pissed the shit outta me. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LSY stop ordering mac every night!! Or i'll let you starve and get anorexic.. if you carry on.&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/5778885596519111440-283190275506646463?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/283190275506646463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-bottom-line-fuck-off-and-die-srsly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/283190275506646463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/283190275506646463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/11/at-bottom-line-fuck-off-and-die-srsly.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-7992686604643440376</id><published>2009-10-29T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:08:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;16th NOV 2009, The 'M' Party @ ZIRCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PARTY-BOX in collaboration with The ACSlusive people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;we bring you the FIRST and LAST ever mixed age party @ ZIRCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THE 'M' PARTY feat DJ DANIEL TOK, EMCEE SOF, DJ COLLETTE CLAIRE MILES, TWO FACE, 2 GUEST DJs FROM OVERSEAS &amp;amp; MANY MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A happening event you won't wanna miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Contact Jasper to get tickets @ 91180407&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt; for the best deals!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-7992686604643440376?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/7992686604643440376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/16th-nov-2009-m-party-zirca-party-box.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7992686604643440376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/7992686604643440376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/16th-nov-2009-m-party-zirca-party-box.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-5659616351675496396</id><published>2009-10-29T00:10:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:11:51.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuhvGWXp7EI/AAAAAAAABhM/y_QCsSY6AU8/s1600-h/3555357915_a74027ae79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuhvGWXp7EI/AAAAAAAABhM/y_QCsSY6AU8/s400/3555357915_a74027ae79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397686308278234178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Met kaven at downtown, and watched my sister's keeper. She damn irritating la keep kicking me with her short legs in the cinema. (Lol, she better not read this) Before the movie started we sat at some cafe for the longest time ever. Okay, maybe not. Caught up on each other's life pretty much. And the night was freaking cold!! What the fuck is wrong with you weather? Either you kill me with the heat or make me shiver to death. Anyway, i'm going escape on Halloween instead. So catch ya all there world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I am a 13years old xiaomeimei&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S I dont have my period yet&amp;amp; haven't had any sexual intercourse before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you little miss booty?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuiI2G2I4sI/AAAAAAAABhk/CFfCHE_GEg0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 20px; height: 19px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuiI2G2I4sI/AAAAAAAABhk/CFfCHE_GEg0/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397714616535540418" 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/5778885596519111440-5659616351675496396?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/5659616351675496396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/yup-caught-my-sisters-keeper-with.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5659616351675496396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5659616351675496396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/yup-caught-my-sisters-keeper-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuhvGWXp7EI/AAAAAAAABhM/y_QCsSY6AU8/s72-c/3555357915_a74027ae79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-5713618507522684761</id><published>2009-10-24T01:31:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T04:22:53.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuHx0BaHRhI/AAAAAAAABhE/uoYhZdE2th0/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuHx0BaHRhI/AAAAAAAABhE/uoYhZdE2th0/s400/DSC02457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395859704600020498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did nothing much today but i enjoyed their company. Gossiped bout a whole lot of people, can like get drown by the amount, really. Hahaha. Anyway bimbo came in act. Postive a millionx. Don't be a joke thx and fuck you in face bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say,  and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5778885596519111440-5713618507522684761?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/5713618507522684761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/gossip-and-bitch-though-out-whole-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5713618507522684761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/5713618507522684761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/gossip-and-bitch-though-out-whole-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuHx0BaHRhI/AAAAAAAABhE/uoYhZdE2th0/s72-c/DSC02457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5778885596519111440.post-772503479369685152</id><published>2009-10-22T20:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:48:36.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuBUxpUglKI/AAAAAAAABgc/y3o2y6pKVNo/s1600-h/tumblr_kppeq3FD5q1qzb3seo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuBUxpUglKI/AAAAAAAABgc/y3o2y6pKVNo/s400/tumblr_kppeq3FD5q1qzb3seo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395405565472052386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LSY, why are you growing so fat... Only know how to eat and sleep and watch teebee everyday. Boohoo. Why you so useless. You should die.&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &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/5778885596519111440-772503479369685152?l=gamefor2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/feeds/772503479369685152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/lsy-why-are-you-growing-so-fat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/772503479369685152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5778885596519111440/posts/default/772503479369685152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamefor2.blogspot.com/2009/10/lsy-why-are-you-growing-so-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04042094362912289010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/S4twO3Us_kI/AAAAAAAAB4w/sK5BBVNiktA/S220/Snapshot_20100301.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8l3aTf9jOk/SuBUxpUglKI/AAAAAAAABgc/y3o2y6pKVNo/s72-c/tumblr_kppeq3FD5q1qzb3seo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
