<?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-2569785131515581661</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:57:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the precious moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8654065510777686411</id><published>2009-09-11T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:46:06.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Doormat to Dreamgirl.</title><content type='html'>Why Men Loves Bicthes (GIRLS ONLY);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The Bitch doesnt want anyone who doesnt want her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Unlike the nice girl, she is not too tolerant of disrespect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)A Bitch gives man plenty of space so he doesnt fear being trapped in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If a man has to wait before he sleeps with a woman, he'll not only perceive her as more beautiful, he'll also take time to appreciate who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Important to keep the signals very clear;&lt;br /&gt;  - Red means no.&lt;br /&gt;  - Green means go.&lt;br /&gt;  - Yellow means you're a tease which will piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Any time a woman competes with another woman, she demeans herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)If any woman can steal a guy away from the Bitch, then she can have him because the Bitch wouldn't want him anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)If he's falling in love with you, he wont tell you he wants to be with you exclusively- you'll automatically know. He will insist that you date only him because he won't want anyone else coming near his dreamgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)He'll let a woman who becomes his doormat pay for dinner on the first couple of dates, but he wouldnt think of it with his dreamgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Nagging= A woman who is predictable= A feeling of obligation= Decreased lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)He perceives an emotional woman as a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Dont be afraid to stand up for yourself or speak your mind. It will not only earn his respect, in some cases it will turn him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)When a man is really crazy about a woman, he isnt concerned with splitting a check. If he adores her, he wont think of petty cash. What he'll think about is how he can win her over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)When a man falls in love, suddenly he'll go out of his way and think nothing of it. He'll do things for this woman he wouldnt have done for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that men are always the baddies, Im just letting all of the women out there know on how to win over their men and not having to go through shits in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry Argov is just the best!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8654065510777686411?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8654065510777686411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8654065510777686411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8654065510777686411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8654065510777686411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-doormat-to-dreamgirl.html' title='From Doormat to Dreamgirl.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6238434244027017549</id><published>2009-09-09T11:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:50:56.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sqc-5qZObNI/AAAAAAAAB5s/RJko3qs8ofw/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379337440270904530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sqc-5qZObNI/AAAAAAAAB5s/RJko3qs8ofw/s320/DSC01660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Reasons for holding on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;1) Everyone makes mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;2) I know that he didn't have any intentions eventhough he should have known its wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;3) All these days that we've spent together are just too precious to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;4) He is the one person who understands me so much better than anyone ever could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;5) He never ever gave up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;6) Memories of the good and bad times are just too clear in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;7) If I do let go, I will still be emotionally attached to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;8) Eventhough I do not seem that I am crazy for him, I actually am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;9) His features, his characteristics, his voice...it'll just hunt me in the future if he's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;10)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379339837835770994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SqdBFOBO_HI/AAAAAAAAB50/04SescP7BC0/s320/th_shadowsbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, we have talked things out and I hope that this is a lesson for the both of us. I dont like you doing such a thing &amp;amp; you dont like me acting on impulse. From there, we can improve our relationship and make it to a better one. I really hope that it will never repeat again, &amp;amp; of course, I'll try my best to change my approach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mom doesnt approve of us but you know what? I dont want to let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just love you, Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even after how many gazillion times we have fought, the moment I got to see your face..esp yesterday..I just wanted to forget whatever that we're fighting about and just be in ur arms. Seriously, Baby. Im tired of us fighting. Im praying that everything will okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't wait to see you after Ramadhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I bet it'll be the &lt;strong&gt;bestest&lt;/strong&gt; moment ever(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6238434244027017549?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6238434244027017549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6238434244027017549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6238434244027017549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6238434244027017549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-reasons.html' title='10 reasons.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sqc-5qZObNI/AAAAAAAAB5s/RJko3qs8ofw/s72-c/DSC01660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2156370467590899739</id><published>2009-09-08T09:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:34:58.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I caught myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SqXBJqO8DdI/AAAAAAAAB5k/nhAOstBwrT8/s1600-h/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378917701663854034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SqXBJqO8DdI/AAAAAAAAB5k/nhAOstBwrT8/s200/love-sick1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" Because I'll never let this go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't want to be alone.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;From one problem to another.. I'm really feeling the fatigueness of having to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why can't she just accept it? I know she's trying to protect me but I made my choice. I just can't let go. I love him. Even if it does end, I am prepared for it. Really. This incident just made me stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Silent treatment is really a killer. Especially when it comes from your own mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel really broken and lost now. I thought it was all over but nooooooo. Sighs.. I just gotta be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can do it, Sof.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;School's awesome. It made me dread weekends. I think I gotta find some activity to keep myself busy. Thinking of joining aerobics. ANYONE? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My friends make me forget everything bad that's happening, &amp;amp; i'm really glad. At least not everything in my life is getting from bad to worse. &amp;amp; thank you God for that(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't wait for KL trip. 28th Sept, please come quickly! I need an escape from this world that I'm living in. QUICKQUICKQUICKKKK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(PS: Blogger's being nice to me in school but not at home. UGH.)&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/2569785131515581661-2156370467590899739?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2156370467590899739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2156370467590899739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2156370467590899739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2156370467590899739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-caught-myself.html' title='When I caught myself.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SqXBJqO8DdI/AAAAAAAAB5k/nhAOstBwrT8/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6832605792214637004</id><published>2009-09-04T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:37:33.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart &amp; mind blowing.</title><content type='html'>For this whole week, in the history of my 18 years of life, it is the WORST week ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened in just 4 days to be exact. &amp; it starts with a picture..&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to erase that permanently in my head. But I think it takes like a few months for it to officially be deleted. After that issue, it led to a family matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will know how I feel right now, really. I know its cliche but it's the truth. Everything and anything that Ive ever dreamed about just crashed down on me in a spilt second. It sounds like it's a bad thing, but if one think of it the other way, it's actually a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes, I know. But it is possible for that mistake to just repeat itself without one realizing it. For example, me. I tend to do things impulsively. Yes, I admit. I shldnt have done that. But who in the right mind, will not go haywire when they see such a thing? I mean, seriously? Even if its not a big deal to you, it is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, internet is a devil. Or maybe, people made it into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah has opened up my eyes to the real world. It's not all a bed of roses where everything will go your way, every dream you're trying to catch will come true. It's much harder than that really. My heart has been wrenching, tears had been shed continuously throughout the days and my mind is just stuck. I feel really lost, honestly. I dont know what to expect or do now. If only there's like a map showing me the way I shld lead my life to.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a stepping stone for me. I should not have dreamt too much about how I want my life to be. &lt;br /&gt;Grab a hold of yourself, Sof. Dont think too far. Everything can change in a blink of an eye. Just take it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be strong. I have to be prepared mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since I've been surrounded by my oh-so caring friends. I didnt know they would be so nice to me. After so many months, I've been caught up in my own relationship that I didnt really realize how much I miss them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially, even only a day of knowing these new dudes in EMRS, they were so concerned. Gordon &amp; Amit, they're from year 3 who came into EMRS for only 6 weeks. On this very worst week of my entire life, they came on this Monday from nowhere, walked into the EMRS room and just existed in my life. Tuesday was when I was really broken &amp; they are one of the many who comforted me and gave me the strength. I really thank Allah for letting them be in my life. Even if I know our friendship will only last for 6 weeks throughout EMRS, I will remember them for their kindness and for the laughter that they provided me even when I was covered in tears. haha! &lt;br /&gt;They're really rocking my EMRS world!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I would like to thank every single soul who comforted me at my worst. Really. I appreciate it, a whole freakin lot. &amp; im tearing right now..thats how sincere and touched I am by you guys(': I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Wow, I didnt know a few days or so can really change one's life. An eye-opener, I'll admit. &lt;br /&gt;But my heart is still aching, &amp; my brain is just stuck. I dont know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I HAVE NO HEART. &lt;br /&gt;so no one will have anything to break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6832605792214637004?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6832605792214637004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6832605792214637004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6832605792214637004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6832605792214637004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/09/heart-mind-blowing.html' title='Heart &amp; mind blowing.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6035243925735408962</id><published>2009-09-01T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:20:22.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong move. TOTAL fcuking wrong move.</title><content type='html'>DO NOT TALK TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT YOU TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do anymore..&lt;br /&gt;Allah, please help me..I need you, so bad..)":&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6035243925735408962?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6035243925735408962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6035243925735408962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6035243925735408962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6035243925735408962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrong-move-total-fcuking-wrong-move_01.html' title='wrong move. TOTAL fcuking wrong move.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1350681476681902327</id><published>2009-08-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:47:53.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>WAS GNA POST SOMETHING BUT SOMETHING RUINED MY MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; BLOGGER IS STILL BEING A BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1350681476681902327?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1350681476681902327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1350681476681902327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1350681476681902327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1350681476681902327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8311256638885480040</id><published>2009-07-31T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:04:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IZYAN LOVES SOF(:</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/_W6kadU4cRTI/SnMH9rJMbqI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vrMD9Mdwrpc/s1600-h/Picture0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SnMH9rJMbqI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vrMD9Mdwrpc/s200/Picture0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364640337263095458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA BLOGGER LOVES ME SOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO.&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/2569785131515581661-8311256638885480040?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8311256638885480040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8311256638885480040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8311256638885480040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8311256638885480040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/izyan-loves-sof.html' title='IZYAN LOVES SOF(:'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SnMH9rJMbqI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vrMD9Mdwrpc/s72-c/Picture0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6839520487314644314</id><published>2009-07-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:09:00.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Im on my holidays now which is only for 3 weeks and 5 days. Now, Im only left with 3 weeks before starting my full-shift attachment, EMRS (Event Management). It'll be Ramadhan by the time it starts. &amp; as we all know, Spore only gives us Muslims a day off skool or work for Hari Raya. So, I gotta sacrifice my Ramadhan if I want to enjoy my Hari Raya. The attachment is from 9 to 5.30pm every single day of the weekdays. There will be over-time so we can claim hours. So, my plan is to work over-time and accumulate the hours to get off days &amp; I can go rayaaaaa! :D hehe. I hope it'll be possible/: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, enough about school. Im gna blog about yesterday. HEHE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;It was the 25th, which marked our 16th month together. I can believe how far we've been through really. Just amazing(: &lt;br /&gt;These days we dont get to spend a day out only the two of us since he needs to take care of his sis, Nal &amp; all. Hence, Im grateful for him making it possible for our 16th(: Nal went over to their dad's btw. We didnt lock her up or anything. HAHA!xP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am, Baby came over to fetch me. But as usual, I wasnt ready yet. I was indecisive mode on what to wear. Baby helped me out &amp; watched tele while I got ready &amp; all. Left around 10, &amp; we're off to Cine! &lt;br /&gt;The saying 'HEELS KILLS' lived up till today even after so many times of wearing it. UGH. It didnt even last me half of the day on them. So wore my flipflops which I brought along. &lt;br /&gt;We movied-The haunting in Connecticut and ate our usual. The movie wasnt really scary but there was alot of surprising flashes of the ghosts. HAHA! I had to be the man btw q-_-p HAHAHA! Oh, &amp; the bake rice sucked/: I think they were in a hurry to cook it. oh well, The Cathy is the best(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after movie, we went mini shopping. I was looking for eyeliner and Juno's shades. Oh, mens arrived after the movie btw. So I grew tired easily &amp; the mood was just bleah.. Oh well. Izie called &amp; we planned to meet since she was with 'her cousins' at Far East. So when Baby&amp;I were at FE, I called her &amp; she was eating. So we walked around finding the things I wanna buy. Then made plans with her again to meet at Chippy's at the basement. Saw her, bear-hugged aaaaaaaaand, KEL CAME OUT FROM HIS HIDING PLACE &amp; HUGGED US. HAHAHA! Chatted abit with them &amp; planned to go Marina to watch fireworks at 7pm. So we seperated from there &amp; Baby&amp;I went to hunt for eyeliner &amp; shades again. &lt;br /&gt;Found those in the end but only bought eyeliner. The shades were like $12.90 for a pair. Didnt want to buy since I know I wont wear it often &amp; the service was just bad. The salesgirl was just so irritating. After I tried the shades &amp; out it back, she like adjusted them right infront of me. LIKE WTF? Do any of you like it when ppl quickly cleans up your plates and glasses in a hurry after you finished? I mean, some times its just rude la okay? SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bussed to Somerset after cuz there's a new outlet of Tully's &amp; quiznos at the new Orchard Central mall. WOOHOO! Its been a while man! But really, yesterday, we were stuffing ourselves with food &amp; drinks. GOSH, so fat now/: &amp; thats when Marina was cancelled since Izie said there werent any firworks): oh well. After OC, we went to Peni since there was a warehse sale of soccer stuffs. Its Baby's turn to shop. HAHA! I was really drained by the walking &amp; all, but didnt want to dissappoint Baby so I endured all the way(: &lt;br /&gt;He wanted soccer boots but its either too expensive or there's no more size available for him. Sighs.. So he bought Liverpool jerseys in the end. He always wanted those &amp; Im glad he got it in the end. Sadly, he didnt get to see them live. Oh well, its okay Baby. &lt;br /&gt;One day, we go overseas, shop for anything &amp; everything of ur size, meet&amp;watch Liverpool match &amp; watch Paramore concerts! WOOHOO~!\m/&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Needed a drink and relax my feet and other part of my body, we settled in Spinelli. Had hot Cocoa &amp; Baby had Cookie Spin. We chilled to the slow songs in the cafe,talked &amp; camwhored. That was THE BEST part of the day. reallyreally(: Just a nice quiet, tranquility for a surrounding and with your other half beside you, that was what I needed. It was better than the hectic day of shopping and the fatigueness of walking around caused by mens. &lt;br /&gt;Had meaningful conversations with Baby. Talks about our future, about what ifs, about reality and changes which may occur..damn emotional please. Whats more, my mood swings werent helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I wanna say, so many emotions reeling in me now..but they are just unexplainable, you noe? &lt;br /&gt;I am just grateful to have him with me throughout my good &amp; bad days. &lt;br /&gt;A man who doesnt run away from me when Im looking at my worst &amp; who doesnt give up even after how badly he was treated by me..&lt;br /&gt;this one, this human, this God's gift for me;&lt;br /&gt;He must be treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Baby..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; insyaallah, what we share now will survive throughout our lives together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I thank God for my friends too. I love you guys(:&lt;br /&gt;(PS: the pics will be uploaded in fb since blogger isnt working properly.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6839520487314644314?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6839520487314644314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6839520487314644314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6839520487314644314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6839520487314644314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/16th3.html' title='16th&lt;3'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8381425299012193105</id><published>2009-07-24T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:43:13.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch.</title><content type='html'>ARGH! BLOGGER IS REALLY A TOTAL BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8381425299012193105?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8381425299012193105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8381425299012193105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8381425299012193105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8381425299012193105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh-blogger-is-really-total-bitch.html' title='bitch.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1048775138248091346</id><published>2009-07-18T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:09:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it breaks my heart&lt;/3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SmFYht6IOPI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qYQUAiJdYZs/s1600-h/%26itbreaksmyheart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662367829932274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SmFYht6IOPI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qYQUAiJdYZs/s400/%26itbreaksmyheart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Setting my eyes on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;watching your every move,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;your every gestures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I tried to reach out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;realizing that you were no where near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Let me hear your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;so subtle and pure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tell me that you're always be by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Don't you even budge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Save me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;from something so evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;a soul knows of no regrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I always get this surge of feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I have always known you were the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you can turn this thing around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;all along you could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Trust has grown strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;now all I am asking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;is for you to end this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;for the one that you would die for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; from the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;that would sacrifice her life to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tilting my head back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;your breath against my neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;this is it; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;the beginning of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;our forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im done reading Twilight, like FINALLY. Now, i gta save up my money &amp;amp; but the next book, NEW MOON. haha! pathetic, I know. It's okay, I believe that Im not the only one who hasnt completed reading the whole saga. hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So the poem isnt the best. My poetry skills are rusting okay? It's been too long. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I didnt even continue writing stories yet. Ugh. I need longer holidays la please. What's 3 weeks? Worthless NYP. But at &lt;em&gt;least&lt;/em&gt; there are holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; after that full-attachment. It had to be during 2 months holidays for the rest of the school &amp;amp;&amp;amp; during ramadhan. Sighhs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tuesday will be the end of my classical. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Im gna work on Wed! Thank you, God. I'll have some income for myself. Phew. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Izie&amp;amp;I can finally have our BREEEEKS(: haha! massive attack yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay now, I gta get back to doing my project after solating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Take care people(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;[PS:Im not okay.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1048775138248091346?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1048775138248091346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1048775138248091346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1048775138248091346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1048775138248091346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/setting-my-eyes-on-you-watching-your.html' title='&amp; it breaks my heart&lt;/3'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SmFYht6IOPI/AAAAAAAAB5M/qYQUAiJdYZs/s72-c/%26itbreaksmyheart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8655754237332321199</id><published>2009-07-16T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:37:20.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we need lies to make it through the day, we're not okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sl9JJ3XSelI/AAAAAAAAB5E/VeZhBoe73ao/s1600-h/sin,pain,lost,hate,anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359082515423459922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sl9JJ3XSelI/AAAAAAAAB5E/VeZhBoe73ao/s400/sin,pain,lost,hate,anger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life is just so shitty now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Projects piling, problems surfacing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The mistakes which I made caused these to occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I deserve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cant breathe without you, but I have to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just tell me when its over, please.&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/2569785131515581661-8655754237332321199?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8655754237332321199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8655754237332321199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8655754237332321199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8655754237332321199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-need-lies-to-make-it-through-day.html' title='we need lies to make it through the day, we&apos;re not okay.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sl9JJ3XSelI/AAAAAAAAB5E/VeZhBoe73ao/s72-c/sin,pain,lost,hate,anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4173307366867245379</id><published>2009-07-04T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:06:03.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changing for the better, trying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKAY, BLOGGER CANT UPLOAD MY IMAGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bloody thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im watching WildChild now. Im missing my girlfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No words will be keyed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just hope I can make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks for your advice my gift-from-the-oh-mighty-Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll try my best to make you proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;PS: I WANNA BE RICH, I WANNA GO TO PARTIES, I WANNA HAVE A YACHT, I WANNA GO TO PARIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4173307366867245379?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4173307366867245379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4173307366867245379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4173307366867245379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4173307366867245379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/chaging-for-better-trying.html' title='changing for the better, trying.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3011892189297182449</id><published>2009-07-03T14:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:08:49.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rockiest week of all week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay okay, I havnt been updating this blog for quite long alr. HAHA. Sorry people. Its either too busy or too lazy. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Lets Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;25th June 2009, Thursday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp;amp; I celebrated our 15th on Wed. Thats only because we thought we couldnt meet on the actual Thusday. HAHA! Soooo, we went to catch a movie. TRANSFORMERSSSS!!! yessahhhhhh~!&lt;br /&gt;He fetched me from YCK platform &amp;amp; we trained to Cine. &amp;amp; off we went to watch it. Didnt know the movie was 2h and 15/30mins la! Right after movie, Baby had to go home. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, the movie freakin ROCKS! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course, with the love &amp;amp; the bestest company of mine, I had a BLAST(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. 15th Babyyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;26th June 2009, Friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SOSOSO, guess who came overrrrr???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;IZYAN LIYANA BINTE MOHD RASHID! *biggest smile possibly stretched across my face*&lt;br /&gt;hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She msged me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I read her mindddd! muahahahaha! She came over around 2-3. Her daddy sent her over. We watched Juno &amp;amp;&amp;amp; she brought over my Threadless shirt. HUMONGOUS OR WHAT? HAHA. We tried to come up on how I shld wear it. Nth so far. HAHA. sighhhs, if only Kel was there with us. He could help bring his designer ideas to the table. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;[I fcuking miss him, so fcuking much.]&lt;br /&gt;After Juno, we bought bread &amp;amp;&amp;amp; made egg sandwiches. [Which wasnt eaten during the picnik q-_-p I think no one knows about it. wtfffff, sof.]&lt;br /&gt;Anw, after that sandwich making, we teled again. She called Haikel &amp;amp; put it on loudspeaker. JC student with busy life. Forgot about us alr whattttt. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER GO OUT WITH US SOON HAIKEL!&lt;br /&gt;if not....dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izie stayed till 8. I sent her off to the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;love you Izieeeeeeeeeeeee! Thanks for coming overrrr!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;27th June 009, Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA WITH THE LOVELY SC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMF, its been freakin EONS since we've met. SERIOUSLY. I fcuking miss them!!&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for my language. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I gta accompany with dearest mom to her interview at Outram. In the end, she didnt get the job. The place is a hill away. &amp;amp; the work hours is like 13 hours? Wtf rite? So I told her, NO WAY HOSEY!&lt;br /&gt;Met Baby at Outram control station &amp;amp; we seperated from mom there. Took the train to Harbourfront &amp;amp; met 3 early birds, Rafidah, Yasmin &amp;amp; Adrian at KFC. Had breakfast while waiting for the not-so-early birds. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; SOMEONE just woke up at 10 when we are sppose to meet at 10. HAHAHA!!! didnt shower right! hehehe. love you, SOMEONE! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Met Nabeel, Shafiq, Wei Ern &amp;amp; Izie at Vivo Mart. Shopped for the utensils &amp;amp; stuff. &amp;amp; then, we made our way to the monorail. It was drizzling by the time we got to Sentosa. But that didnt stop us! HAHA! So we walked &amp;amp; walked finding a place to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt have a good start with Baby. Talked about it &amp;amp; I guess things got better.&lt;br /&gt;We finally settled where, I guess, its Izie's &amp;amp; my fave spot since we always sit there whenever we go Sentosa tgt. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;We ate our foods before getting ready to do anything else. HAHA! Ate, chilled for awhile &amp;amp; then our engines started. The girls went to change first, of course. Came back &amp;amp; found the guys started playing volleyball. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*I do NOT like flying balls*&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to join in. No damaged done, then. We got tired of volleyball &amp;amp; changed to soccer. THAT I PREFER. Formed teams of 3; me, nabeel &amp;amp; weiern/ Adrian,Rafidah &amp;amp; Shafiq/ Yasmin, Izyan &amp;amp; Johan. DAMN FUNNNN! hehe. I had quite a few chances of making a goal but UGH! So close yet so farrrr. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;After game, we went to the sea. Well, 3 of us girls had our periods. HAHA! kinda wasted ar. So, we just chilled at the shore &amp;amp; camwhored. Oh yeahhh, Adrian left us at 1 since he had training. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Chilled, card games, talked, laughed, camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;UBER FUNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;But Fiq is always being an ass. HAHA. Feel like punching him so harddddd. But I still love him(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Sentosa around 4 &amp;amp; went shower. The queue for the girls toilet is freakin long pleaseeee. UGH, inconsiderate people. I think we took an hour queueing &amp;amp; showering la. Sorry guys/:&lt;br /&gt;Trammed to the station and took monorail back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hunting for drinks &amp;amp; in the end, we settled at Banquet for drinks &amp;amp; FOOD. HAHAHA! Fish soup isnt that bad, surprisingly(: Went off after that &amp;amp; thats when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this, we were walking, the girls were at the front, I was in the middle, &amp;amp; the guys were behind me. [It was quite a distance between us.] The guys were playing with the ball. It bounced &amp;amp; Mr. JOHAN aka my Baby, kicked it so high in the air. &amp;amp; guess who was just below that flying ball? ME.&lt;br /&gt;According to the culprit, the ball flew. For as long as the moment lasted, he was watching the ball, looking at me &amp;amp; eyes at the ball again. Shouted, "BALL!" I heard him but I didnt know what was coming. &amp;amp; then, it landed on top of my head, HARD. It caught me by surprise, &amp;amp; I was controlling myself not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;The rest came around me, &amp;amp; that why I cried. HAHA! I cant have anyone comforting me, it just makes me cry more. HAHA! But, of course! Who wouldnt want ppl comforting you right?&lt;br /&gt;Baby held me to his chest while I sobbed away. I cried cuz of the shock mostly, not the pain. But it did make me feel dizzy. TOLD YOU I DONT LIKE FLYING BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the funny thing is, there was this sign! THIS BLOODY SIGN. That made me laugh while I was crying. My dear Shafiq pointed it out, 'MIND YOUR HEAD'. WTF RIGHT? Damn funny la please. What a coincidence! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So we seperated at the bustop &amp;amp; Baby sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY ROCKS!! love you peopleeee!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, officially blogger is a bitch. Pics cant be uploaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh well. Refer to Izie's &amp;amp; Rafidah's fb then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll try to upload some again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CIAO~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, last week totally ROCKS! \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love them, so much(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3011892189297182449?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3011892189297182449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3011892189297182449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3011892189297182449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3011892189297182449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/07/rockiest-week-of-all-week.html' title='the rockiest week of all week!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2059278436766094903</id><published>2009-06-24T19:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:56:03.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early 15th &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had a &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday after school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had a dreadful lesson from 9am to 12pm. Bored out of our witts please. Plus my morning didnt start so well. [Okay, I just realized how contradicting my 2 lines were.q-_-p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I personally think that lesson using the lappie isnt helping. &lt;strong&gt;AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;. We will just be distracted by things like facebook, msn, youtube &amp;amp; stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; plus, LAPTOPS ARE &lt;em&gt;HEAVY&lt;/em&gt;! I want my PAPER &amp;amp; PEN BACKKK!!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, having it the old-fashion way is just the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anw, after lesson is over, Baby was waiting for me at Macs. He is such a dear to be making his way from WC to YCK each time he is fetching me. Thank you, Baby(: Lots of compliments were thrown to you by my fellow mates! HAHA. [so aussie.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We took some time to decide what we were having for lunch. Well, at least, HE was taking such a long time to decide. Dont want get fat la, this la, that la! HAHA. xP&lt;br /&gt;So anw, I was gna find Kelly to support her for her mini roadshow. She's in EMRS now. HAHA. I forgotten that she was attached to Macs instead of North Canteen. Baby saw her making sales around &amp;amp; I went up to her. HAHA. Damn cute pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy her products &amp;amp; if it exceeds 5bucks, the cutomers get 2 free Gloria Jeans coupons. HAHA!! Damn funny pleaseee! But I gotta give it to them. Creative thinking in increasing their sales. HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Baby &amp;amp; I had our lunch &amp;amp; socialized with my friends here &amp;amp; there. Trying my best to let him fit in &amp;amp; open up with them. HAHA(: After that, we left school finally &amp;amp; trained to town. We planned to catch a movie. It was either Girlfriends Past or Drag me to hell. &amp;amp; so we settled for Ghost of Girlfriends Past. Went to window shop to kill 50mins of our waiting time. &amp;amp; D-A-M-N! There was a hell lot of good deals for the GSS!! I need a job. UGH. I hate it when Im broke):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, the movie fcuking ROCKS my ass offfff! It is sad, funny &amp;amp; all that! I was crying &amp;amp; sobbing all the way. HAHA. &amp;amp; my Baby, was there wiping them off(: hehe. It was like a waterfall, I tell you. &amp;amp; I agree with Hanie, guys who are jerks shld watch this movie. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After movie, we went over to Harbourfront to our favourite eating place &amp;amp; had our dinner there. &amp;amp; then, we bussed to HORTPARK! We didnt actually go to HortPark la, but we went hiking! HEHE. Walked all the way to Henderson Waves~! &amp;amp; guess what, it was maghrib by the time we reached Hortpark/: It got dark when we were walking on the trail. It was damn scary please. It was dark when we reached the 'jungle'. Or is it called 'forest'? ah, whatever it is, It was damn eerie. Baby told me, to not say anything if I smell a sweet scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaked out &amp;amp; I kept on babbling about things &amp;amp; also singing Paramore under my breath. HAHA! We were panting when we climbed the rest of the way to Henderson Waves. Baby ran &amp;amp; pulled me along with him up the hill. HAHA! It was much nicer at night, reallyreally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There were 3 places to sit. 1 corner was the freinds-lepak corner, 2nd was the couple corner &amp;amp; the 3rd was the family corner. HAHA! Like seriously! No kid! HAHA! So we settled for the couple corner since there was only a set of them. Yup. We took in the night breeze, the dark sceneries, the black velvet sky..It was just so magnificent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby&amp;amp;I camwhored and we had a twilight moment. HAHA! We lay on the wooden planks which are 65.87km above sea level &amp;amp; dont forget, above the concrete road too &amp;amp; we stared into the night sky with the stars twinkling above us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bliss(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I didnt want to budge from that moment, ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being so close to the sky which I love so much,&lt;br /&gt;Witnessing the stars twinkling above me,&lt;br /&gt;Having to share a moment so priceless,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the one who is priceless to me himself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; to have made such a memory for the both of us..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was all I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Syukur Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank You Allah for your beautiful creations &amp;amp; also letting me have such a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350925848185894450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOtWCTdjI/AAAAAAAAB0M/jFOliGRs-zY/s400/DSC01604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924340336358130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJNVk29cvI/AAAAAAAABys/GvOpgFvV-7I/s400/DSC01587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924344381007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJNVz7R5gI/AAAAAAAABy0/FXCGHPjGp3E/s400/DSC01588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924355625343570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJNWd0I2lI/AAAAAAAABy8/fHhx08jiDXg/s400/DSC01590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Sofy :D&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Jo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924358013927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJNWmtnwjI/AAAAAAAABzE/oOPCZieiTT4/s400/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924360709150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJNWwwNmNI/AAAAAAAABzM/4s6qgYj2sOI/s400/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350925330822348306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOPOtOPhI/AAAAAAAABzU/KU1FIXNTd1U/s400/DSC01596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350925333501691074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOPYsBxMI/AAAAAAAABzc/cGsST2U5mgY/s400/DSC01597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350925332763471122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOPV8BbRI/AAAAAAAABzk/4lS9ebm_fy8/s400/DSC01598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350925338026459650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOPpi0QgI/AAAAAAAABzs/RMl_Hg9p5GE/s400/DSC01599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350925340098799778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOPxQ5qKI/AAAAAAAABz0/gDvKI003pJE/s400/DSC01601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Baby, you sizzling lill thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934581998711730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJWpuBi87I/AAAAAAAAB1U/E5A1BNh_QAs/s400/DSC01602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934586377646402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJWp-VkMUI/AAAAAAAAB1c/lhj8_wVtxI4/s400/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934589178318658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJWqIxTD0I/AAAAAAAAB1k/eUKLAMF01nM/s400/DSC01607+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934595968344770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJWqiEKosI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Z8NIier-DcA/s400/DSC01605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934600619433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJWqzZEn7I/AAAAAAAAB10/E4OQyN0jjts/s400/DSC01608+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350935257513981234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJXRCg79TI/AAAAAAAAB18/6Ga-z2PNRUU/s400/DSC01609+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350935263027468498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJXRXDdGNI/AAAAAAAAB2E/WV7nOXbCyLA/s400/DSC01610+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350935273257284274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJXR9KbsrI/AAAAAAAAB2M/TfU2bwNnxcg/s400/DSC01611+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're like at a party like that. HAHA! \m/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350935275468596530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJXSFZppTI/AAAAAAAAB2U/HHcIPqDPO1A/s400/DSC01612+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350935280553095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJXSYV48UI/AAAAAAAAB2c/3kHenbAfXb4/s400/DSC01616+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peace out yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you Baby..(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2059278436766094903?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2059278436766094903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2059278436766094903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2059278436766094903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2059278436766094903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/early-15th-3.html' title='Early 15th &lt;3'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkJOtWCTdjI/AAAAAAAAB0M/jFOliGRs-zY/s72-c/DSC01604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4762635850122904381</id><published>2009-06-24T18:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:29:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSC; 'HI, WELCOME!'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, finally my poly life has some sparks in it. MSC is just &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; best please. Had so much fun socializing and making new friends. For once, my social circle is widened. HAHA. But of course, I wouldnt forget my other friends. Miss my class so much. Bumping into them once in a while is just the greatest feeling ever(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im having my classical stopover now. Its quite a bored when we got used to running around the place getting things done during MSC. Now, having our asses stuck in the chair for 3hours lessons is just...dreadful. But hey, we had some laughters but most of the time its freaking quietly boring. The ones who were the 'ra-ra' ppl are just dead when they're in class. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anw, latest news; NYP will extend holidays for a week more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what? TEP students will NOT be affected. *%!%#!&amp;amp;##(*&amp;amp;#&amp;amp;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I OFFICIALLY HATE NYP.&lt;br /&gt;its just not fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849927277326290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJqKnKL9I/AAAAAAAABx0/jy36B3ELAgQ/s400/tile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849929266192786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJqSBV4ZI/AAAAAAAABx8/wZQdrbuS92s/s400/tile2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849936305714546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJqsPsdXI/AAAAAAAAByE/razOKznprI0/s400/tile3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849939153552098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJq22rAuI/AAAAAAAAByM/ApRXFMhLkdU/s400/tile4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350849942663122450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJrD7azhI/AAAAAAAAByU/T6xHgpEPZus/s400/tile5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350850068908473842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJyaOp_fI/AAAAAAAAByc/tXaJZ9jjwis/s400/tile6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350850073109435490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJyp4PlGI/AAAAAAAAByk/U_IhhUXazaY/s400/tile7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4762635850122904381?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4762635850122904381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4762635850122904381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4762635850122904381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4762635850122904381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/msc-hi-welcome.html' title='MSC; &apos;HI, WELCOME!&apos;'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SkIJqKnKL9I/AAAAAAAABx0/jy36B3ELAgQ/s72-c/tile1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1135733890726885452</id><published>2009-06-21T21:22:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:18:51.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethnic eye-opener.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One word for the ceremony, AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its not like any other circumsition ceremony. This is REALLY a ceremony. After all that, Im so proud of my race. The Javanese tradition is so different than the others, really. Im just awed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing Bella, Im really happy for her. Her family has been through alot &amp;amp; now, they're just so close and happy. I envy them but also happy for them, really(: Seeing her dad with Dannie just now, brings sentiments. HAHA. Damn cute la pls, that Dannie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Bella &amp;amp; Qummi is just SOOOOO compatible! OMG. They look damn mature &amp;amp; like they're alr married kinda thing u noe? HAHA!! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After ceremony, went shopping for Kelly's pink top for her EMRS roadshow. HAHA! :D It's been awhile since Ive spent my time with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bella, I am really really happy for you. From the bottom of my heart, I am(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you &amp;amp; Kelly!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349776563932964658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj45cMjvJzI/AAAAAAAABwE/a6oj11pCaQU/s320/P1060762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349776568142242354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj45ccPTojI/AAAAAAAABwM/fcq0N4jhT8s/s320/P1060769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349776571967344226" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349782203173652018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj4-kcXfRjI/AAAAAAAABxU/gbJd5pqK19U/s320/P1060791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349782206980886706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj4-kqjNELI/AAAAAAAABxc/GEleFCV6EuY/s320/P1060796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349782213836676882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj4-lEFwHxI/AAAAAAAABxk/AlXqW2broOI/s320/P1060801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349782214920711714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj4-lIINLiI/AAAAAAAABxs/fR8zZwKbmKs/s320/DSC06420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Prince for the day(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1135733890726885452?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1135733890726885452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1135733890726885452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1135733890726885452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1135733890726885452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/ethnic-eye-opener.html' title='Ethnic eye-opener.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sj45cMjvJzI/AAAAAAAABwE/a6oj11pCaQU/s72-c/P1060762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-421159103421868380</id><published>2009-06-10T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:50:06.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM BLOG MOJO STRIKES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont know why but I suddenly have the mood to be blogging &amp;amp;&amp;amp; maybe like upload pics in my facebook. Revamp my cyber life. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;ugh, my 'B' is so irritating. Keeps coming out of the freakin keyboard. q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Soooooooooooooooooooooo, I dont really like my blogskin to be with these navigations. &amp;amp; I still dont know why I choose this blogskin. q-_-p maybe I'll change it again next time. When I have the mojo to. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;School's been a bitch. So many things to do. UGH. Presentation tomorrow. Had a field trip to like research &amp;amp; examine these companies or outlets &amp;amp; present on them to our supervisors. UGH. Waste of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, my music is revamped! WOOHOOO! Must make more friends who's into nicenice music. Not that Im making use of them or anything la. Just socializing(: HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;wrong, wrong, wrrrrrrroooooong!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im not sure if we gna have a week of hols before starting on our class. I hope so. I wanna workkkkk! I need moneyyyyyyy. Mom's scolding me as I keep buying alot of things. Dont want trouble her alr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Keep your own perceptions about things to yourself. Or it'll just be another karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wanna cut my hair. But I dont know when to/: Shld I cut it after or before my menses? hmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Another week of MSC &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we are OOOOOUUUUTTTTTA THERE! \m/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im gna miss my MSC peeps. My life has been fun-filled since this begun. But Im gna be in the same class as most of them. WOOOHOOO~! MK &amp;amp; BM students in one classsss. Confirm chaoticly fun! I hope/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;School's taking a toll on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEWS FLASHHHHH&lt;/u&gt;~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345694993644694434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Si-5RiXGq6I/AAAAAAAABv8/_-aarFjTiiI/s320/Ashton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGGGG~! Look what Ive found out in too-wit-too-woooooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashton Kutcher's twits;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love note episode is probably the best (and sweetest!) thing Ashton’s done, second only to beating CNN to 1,000,000 followers. See how Ashton got fans to send &lt;strong&gt;3,600&lt;/strong&gt; tweets to Demi Moore within a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 minute time span&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Waiting for my wife to wake up half way across the world so I can tell her good morning. (9.03pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`can you all help me make her morning? At 7:45am pst that 1hr 25 min from now send @mrskutcher a "good morning, I love U" tweet. (9.20pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`what if we crashed twitter with love That would be awsome! (9.26pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`the countdown is on 1 hour till the love wave hits. (9.45pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`45 min until the love wave. Lets make it a love tsunami! (10.00pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`the anticipation is killing me. she is gonna love this. 7:45 is when she sends the girls 2 school. this will make her day 30 min to go. (10.15pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`help me make wifeys day in 15 min drop a little love note to @mrskutcher it will be best if we have the tweet ready and just hit send (10.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`...8 min just a little "good morning we love you " or "missed you while you were sleeping" will will be perfect (10.37pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`5 min prepare your tweets for the love wave!!! (10.40pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`I'm calling her now to make sure she is watching (10.42pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`shes on fire! (10.44pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`baby i love you so much i miss you (10.44pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HOW FCUKING SWEET IS THAT?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;D-A-M-N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im always right in choosing my men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's inclusive of you Baby! &lt;i&gt;ESPECIALLY YOU!!&lt;/i&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345694992181939218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Si-5Rc6WzBI/AAAAAAAABv0/QV0ROKRlwFI/s320/ashton.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Damn lucky bitch Demi is!&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/2569785131515581661-421159103421868380?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/421159103421868380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=421159103421868380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/421159103421868380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/421159103421868380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-blog-mojo-strikes.html' title='RANDOM BLOG MOJO STRIKES!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Si-5RiXGq6I/AAAAAAAABv8/_-aarFjTiiI/s72-c/Ashton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6804099342108255334</id><published>2009-06-07T17:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:21:49.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies in my tummy(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SiuMd7NVXSI/AAAAAAAABvs/8BXjCVkjNdo/s1600-h/%26+he+gives+me+the+butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344519828542938402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SiuMd7NVXSI/AAAAAAAABvs/8BXjCVkjNdo/s320/%26+he+gives+me+the+butterflies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HEY PEOPLE~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am backkkkk. So, work's fun for these pass few days. Jiahui &amp;amp; I just cant wait for Class to start!! ARGH! I NEED TO WEAR MY NEW CLOTHES. Its collecting dust in my closet q-_-p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anyway, Baby has been the sweetest to me this week. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he likes to surprise me in unexpected moments. DUH, it is a surprise right?O.0 Damn Sof. We didnt fail to meet each &amp;amp; every day of the week. Seriously. If I get to meet him today, this week is just full of him. HAHA! I know you guys think that its crazy but hey, I dont know about him but I dont really get bored. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wna watch Night At The Museum2 next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, to my beloveds who are sitting for their papers next week, ALL THE BEST, KICK SOME ASS! (it ryhmes! :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hanie darl, dont stress k? Call me if you need to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Same goes to you Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; Izie, its okay you cant make it. Next time we have a sleepover or something like that. HAHA(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; Kel, I just hope you wont forget your old friends now that you're surrounded with your new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have alot to say but I forgot. I am officially a STM patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I'll just let the pictures do the talking(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;they're right down belowwwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;belowww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6804099342108255334?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6804099342108255334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6804099342108255334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6804099342108255334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6804099342108255334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/butterflies-in-my-tummy.html' title='butterflies in my tummy(:'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SiuMd7NVXSI/AAAAAAAABvs/8BXjCVkjNdo/s72-c/%26+he+gives+me+the+butterflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3212425149992389380</id><published>2009-06-07T16:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:39:26.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Im a whore when it comes to Cameras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344499215480635442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5uFkTwDI/AAAAAAAABvk/Tsg-k3iNpDU/s320/S%5Bh%5DJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We can pass as brother &amp;amp; sister anytime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it'll be so weird :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344499213281034050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5t9X4f0I/AAAAAAAABvU/dNEDrQAESYk/s320/%26+he+gives+me+the+butterflies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;picture perfect(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flap flap flappp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5UCN8Q0I/AAAAAAAABvM/4IHvfWDlu7k/s1600-h/%26+he+doesnt+know..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498767904916290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5UCN8Q0I/AAAAAAAABvM/4IHvfWDlu7k/s320/%26+he+doesnt+know..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;secrecy. SHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5ULCTsLI/AAAAAAAABvE/WJMjWvEINnA/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090605_40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498770272039090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5ULCTsLI/AAAAAAAABvE/WJMjWvEINnA/s320/Snapshot_20090605_40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5T377cNI/AAAAAAAABu8/HHkfe4U0984/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090605_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498765145010386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5T377cNI/AAAAAAAABu8/HHkfe4U0984/s320/Snapshot_20090605_30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frame is just so not us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we still look good in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5TmivR0I/AAAAAAAABu0/LaSrF8AMT8c/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090605_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498760475952962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5TmivR0I/AAAAAAAABu0/LaSrF8AMT8c/s320/Snapshot_20090605_41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5Thfk8bI/AAAAAAAABus/5QrIlH_NgrU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090605_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344498759120515506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5Thfk8bI/AAAAAAAABus/5QrIlH_NgrU/s320/Snapshot_20090605_42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blowing a kiss of loooove..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4OIEE42I/AAAAAAAABuk/_NEBhNogyXU/s1600-h/tile+14,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497566883308386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4OIEE42I/AAAAAAAABuk/_NEBhNogyXU/s400/tile+14,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4N-YBecI/AAAAAAAABuc/Q45Rc30pQyY/s1600-h/tile+13,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497564282616258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4N-YBecI/AAAAAAAABuc/Q45Rc30pQyY/s400/tile+13,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's my bitchy slut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im his..&lt;em&gt;umm&lt;/em&gt;...something not as crude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4N_EFiaI/AAAAAAAABuU/4OEB5ZI7cJc/s1600-h/tile+12,cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497564467431842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4N_EFiaI/AAAAAAAABuU/4OEB5ZI7cJc/s400/tile+12,cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4Nh0lGHI/AAAAAAAABuM/S_8xSRGxMaA/s1600-h/tile+11,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497556617762930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4Nh0lGHI/AAAAAAAABuM/S_8xSRGxMaA/s400/tile+11,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4NRAvIoI/AAAAAAAABuE/Wt9EMDjAaXE/s1600-h/tile+10,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497552105349762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit4NRAvIoI/AAAAAAAABuE/Wt9EMDjAaXE/s400/tile+10,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reminds me of the movie,'alot like love'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the part when Ashton took those kinda pics with Amanda Peet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit34kshOvI/AAAAAAAABt8/LEu9zkkK3Mk/s1600-h/tile+9,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497196612008690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit34kshOvI/AAAAAAAABt8/LEu9zkkK3Mk/s400/tile+9,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit34Qo-z7I/AAAAAAAABt0/mjonZfpzzD0/s1600-h/tile+8,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497191228460978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit34Qo-z7I/AAAAAAAABt0/mjonZfpzzD0/s400/tile+8,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All teethy smiles(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can be Darlie's models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit34PQxrRI/AAAAAAAABts/CtP21g2MkTY/s1600-h/tile+7,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497190858501394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit34PQxrRI/AAAAAAAABts/CtP21g2MkTY/s400/tile+7,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hippity-hoppers yo!&lt;br /&gt;WHATSSSSUPPP?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit332kN17I/AAAAAAAABtk/C-NszJJa0z8/s1600-h/tile+5,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497184229152690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit332kN17I/AAAAAAAABtk/C-NszJJa0z8/s400/tile+5,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit332Zj1RI/AAAAAAAABtc/3YEfErQ8uZ8/s1600-h/tile6,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344497184184456466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit332Zj1RI/AAAAAAAABtc/3YEfErQ8uZ8/s400/tile6,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3mHWGmaI/AAAAAAAABtU/Dj4LqhQxRI0/s1600-h/tile4,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496879495715234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3mHWGmaI/AAAAAAAABtU/Dj4LqhQxRI0/s400/tile4,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He likes to lick me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder how I taste like..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who's thinking dirty, shame on you. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3l77FfvI/AAAAAAAABtM/zK8kGEXw9hU/s1600-h/tile3,+cathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496876429606642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3l77FfvI/AAAAAAAABtM/zK8kGEXw9hU/s400/tile3,+cathy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344499213016315458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5t8YxNkI/AAAAAAAABvc/l5nMqvmWHe4/s320/love+is+being+stupid+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is who we really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A goofily stupid couple.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3l-ivETI/AAAAAAAABtE/XaApGmhFVxc/s1600-h/tile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496877132779826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3l-ivETI/AAAAAAAABtE/XaApGmhFVxc/s400/tile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eons ago at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3lmAIrFI/AAAAAAAABs8/LcX7F7a26V4/s1600-h/mac+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496870545206354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3lmAIrFI/AAAAAAAABs8/LcX7F7a26V4/s400/mac+red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Macs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3lZlsF4I/AAAAAAAABs0/gpV5YwouD44/s1600-h/artists.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496867213055874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3lZlsF4I/AAAAAAAABs0/gpV5YwouD44/s400/artists.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby &amp;amp; his classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are nice &amp;amp; funny people. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; look at Baby's drawing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im appalled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; of cos, &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; of him(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3E_gCpgI/AAAAAAAABss/SqUBXdVVUMI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090516_38-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496310454232578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3E_gCpgI/AAAAAAAABss/SqUBXdVVUMI/s400/Snapshot_20090516_38-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also eons ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was at Baby's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, Nalyssa &amp;amp; I camwhored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3Evby_fI/AAAAAAAABsk/qLF0Zlg0pYY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090516_16-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496306141462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3Evby_fI/AAAAAAAABsk/qLF0Zlg0pYY/s400/Snapshot_20090516_16-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3Ecj3U2I/AAAAAAAABsc/0fKci5w1cEg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090516_12-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496301075026786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3Ecj3U2I/AAAAAAAABsc/0fKci5w1cEg/s400/Snapshot_20090516_12-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; pass as brothers &amp;amp; sisters together. q-_-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3EALuenI/AAAAAAAABsU/F2FXgagiiYY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090516_4-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496293457590898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit3EALuenI/AAAAAAAABsU/F2FXgagiiYY/s400/Snapshot_20090516_4-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; we were on Baby's bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*waggling eyebrows*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it waggling or wiggling...? O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3212425149992389380?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3212425149992389380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3212425149992389380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3212425149992389380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3212425149992389380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovely.html' title='LOVELY.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sit5uFkTwDI/AAAAAAAABvk/Tsg-k3iNpDU/s72-c/S%5Bh%5DJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4031590525744706457</id><published>2009-05-31T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:08:29.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Im sorry.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Funny how these 2 words can either make you or break you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What do you do when everything falls apart? After all those days, months, years something terrible finally hit you. &amp;amp; the only one who's in deep shit is you &amp;amp; not anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They've got nothing to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're thankful that it finally came to a crash into reality. However, you feel that you have nowhere to go to. No shoulder to lean on to. Nobody that would understand you without being judged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where should you go then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What should you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Life goes on, yes. But what if you have to lie to live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All you could do is just say those 2 words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But hell no, it wont bring back what was lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; with that 2 words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you broke my heart into a million pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Only God can help me now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4031590525744706457?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4031590525744706457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4031590525744706457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4031590525744706457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4031590525744706457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-now.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2079184829460159249</id><published>2009-05-28T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:43:37.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Im gonna go for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Until next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Take care of yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sof.&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/2569785131515581661-2079184829460159249?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2079184829460159249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2079184829460159249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2079184829460159249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2079184829460159249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-long.html' title='so long.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2222283542571364073</id><published>2009-05-15T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:28:30.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected bump-ins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Made my way to school at around 11.30pm, &amp;amp; thats when it starts to cramp up again. So decided to just continue my journey &amp;amp; will leave early for the day. Left school at 2.30pm &amp;amp; trained to clem. Baby was gna accompany me to the clinic. Otw in the train, guess who I met??? NASSER! I was reading a book, &amp;amp; it was one hell of a good book, I tell you. So anw, this guy came in &amp;amp; sat next to me. He knudged me a lill, I didnt look up since I thought it was some random guy doing it by accident, but when he knudged me the 2nd time, I saw him &amp;amp; was shocked. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So we talked &amp;amp; caught up. &amp;amp; parted at Jurong. So good to see him again(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Trained to clem &amp;amp; met up with Baby. Proceed to the clinic &amp;amp; waited for like an hour or so before we've got everything settled. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I have to pay the adult pricings from now on. Its really isnt fair. I mean whats the diff between a Poly student &amp;amp; a JC student. Why the price diff? Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after that, we chilled at a Kaya toast shop for quite awhile &amp;amp; talked &amp;amp; talked &amp;amp; talked. HAHA. Every single second with him is worth it, even if we were have an arguement. Its always worth it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; after we parted at Clem control station, he was pointing to someone. I couldnt see who since it was kinda packed. &amp;amp; when I looked back again, it was KRISTA!! hehe. So I trained home with her. Caught up &amp;amp; hug here and there. HAHA. Miss her so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its really hard to see your friend in pain. Especially when you know how it feels like to be in her situation. Sighs, all I can say is that a better one will come along. &amp;amp; we should learn from our mistakes. If there's fate then, he'll be yours. If not, just move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know its easy for me to say than you actually doing it. But, thats all I can offer I guess. Im just glad that you seem to be strong in handling this. If Im in your shoes, I wouldnt know what to do, honestly/: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well, thats life for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2222283542571364073?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2222283542571364073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2222283542571364073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2222283542571364073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2222283542571364073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/unexpected-bump-ins.html' title='unexpected bump-ins.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1851052554436615548</id><published>2009-05-14T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:29:07.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>introvert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;By these 3 words you can know how Im feeling right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PMS is nvr good. It always or maybe in most instances makes a girl go all moody &amp;amp; angry &amp;amp; stuff. &amp;amp; hell yeah, I was feeling so. I didnt have the mood to entertain customers. Just like those days at Poolside. Goshh, I miss that place. So yeah, work was a bitch since PMS is a bitch. First day, killer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But luckily, there were things to do. Stocks finally came in after being held back in IM for like a week plus. Cant blame them cuz I heard they have alot of stuff to do. They're the Inventory Management btw. Not an easy task I must say. Its like fanancial plus stock count plus paper work &amp;amp; more paper work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So stocks came in, pasted the price tags since IM didnt. Ming Yong &amp;amp; I tried to figure a way to stuff everything into the right places. Then after stocks, I had to return all the thumbdrives since new batches are coming in which are of diff prices. That's when things went to stress mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before that, there was a customer coming in. A couple, I think. They were browsing around while Ming Yong &amp;amp; I were busy with our own stuff. We did acknowledge their entrance. After like 2mins, Ming Yong started to serve them. When they were making payment, I saw in the corner of my eyes, this girl was looking at our Customer Service prize that we won for last week. &amp;amp; she was like, 'not good'. Pointing the prize to the guy. Like wtf la. At least Ming Yong did entertain them right. CB. I would REALLY like to see her in our place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So while I was filling in my stock return form, there was 1 surplus &amp;amp; 2 shortages. &amp;amp; one thumdrive cost like 30bucks?! By right, if there is any missing, we must bear the cost ourselves. Seriously, NYP is just $^%#*$#%. I mean, think about it. We students, pay for the school fees, work for the school with NO PAY, &amp;amp; plus bear the cost for any missing goods from our own pockets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know its for our own experiences. But whatever it is, Im just speechless of how absurd it can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I did know that my on hand stock doesnt tally with what is stated on the On-hand-stock list that the IM gave me. Im so screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dont feel like entertaining a soul for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1851052554436615548?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1851052554436615548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1851052554436615548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1851052554436615548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1851052554436615548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/introvert.html' title='introvert.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2602424215652726675</id><published>2009-05-13T21:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:01:04.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it me or is it...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate afternoon shift. The time past so freakin slow laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. q-_-p Ugh. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;I cant go out after that since it's like so late. Shit school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, met Baby after school yest. Had loads of fun even if I didnt get to spend quite a long time with him. He was my laughing gas for the day. haha! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;he made my headache go away. When he left, it came back. That headache was hell. Really hurts. &amp;amp; it keeps coming back out of the blue. It's like weighing my head down &amp;amp; keeps aching. Made me feel like fainting. Which Ive never did before. What does fainting feel like? Im curious. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, we camwhored a lill. Its been ages since Ive camwhored la. Esp with him. I dont know why but it didnt came across my mind whenever Im with him or anyone. Unlike last time when I was so crazy about camwhoring with ppl. Moreover, Baby was the one who suggested it. haha! oh well, maybe I have alot to think or  Im becoming into a plain boring person. Sighs..I feel that Im changing. Like I dont talk much around ppl, Im not laughing much, &amp;amp; Im not that crazy person that I was. Ugh. This sucks/: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats wrong with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY, here are the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335303576787683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrOVd9NBvI/AAAAAAAABsM/bl0_zRE6kY0/s400/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from Sat's flea. At CQ's mall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335303570532471154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrOVGp2EXI/AAAAAAAABsE/DJ3JQamrHMA/s400/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loo is the best place to camwhore. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here's Baby &amp;amp; I;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335303570413439986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrOVGNdy_I/AAAAAAAABr8/UyS4pSFofYM/s400/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were posing for the cam but his hair poked his eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that explains his expression. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the more reason for him to CUT HIS HAIR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335303571537670802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrOVKZgMpI/AAAAAAAABr0/oMGzvsWFCy8/s400/Image173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE ALMIGHTY SILVER BALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335302690792887810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrNh5XlVgI/AAAAAAAABrs/U4sFxUd7uXk/s400/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My oh-so cute Mooksy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300144822838818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrLNs5BZiI/AAAAAAAABrk/ieFCrapfstE/s400/silver+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We're each other's complements for the day(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300138841674578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrLNWnAE1I/AAAAAAAABrU/ncYNqhg2_30/s400/complements.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;my hp cam quality sucks.&lt;br /&gt;pardon me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300140929859282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrLNeY3PtI/AAAAAAAABrM/9EKXJQhynQc/s400/bustop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300136424155634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrLNNmnqfI/AAAAAAAABrE/-SClo0ZbrVU/s400/anger+ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300137108576322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrLNQJzGEI/AAAAAAAABrc/1508g-g5MSk/s400/devil+bulb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My devil lightbulb(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss him alr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2602424215652726675?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2602424215652726675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2602424215652726675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2602424215652726675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2602424215652726675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-me-or-is-it.html' title='is it me or is it...?'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgrOVd9NBvI/AAAAAAAABsM/bl0_zRE6kY0/s72-c/Image095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2650396825616848848</id><published>2009-05-11T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:55:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love makes a poet out of everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Basically, Ive spent my weekends with people that I love(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Saturday went flea with Kel &amp;amp;&amp;amp; HANISAH! Omg la! Its been 4months since Ive last seen her. Gosh. Its REALLY GOOOOOOOD to see her again. Im thankful(: So we went to Homeclub for flea &amp;amp; then we just walked around after. We did camwhored but Mr Haikel needed his cam the next day. So it seems that we wont get our pictures any time soon, or maybe NEVER. Haha! nvm la. Memories are more precious(: &amp;amp; I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My Sunday was the best. Ive got to spend time with Baby. Its been like forever since we've got time to be spending the whole day with just the 2 of us. We stayed home, watched movies..&amp;amp; thats when mom called from work. She asked me to buy her food, all the way at Arab St. Since it was Mother's Day, I dragged myself together with Baby &amp;amp; bought her fave Nasi Briyani. Took an hour &amp;amp; then we were back home. We cooked pasta, teled &amp;amp; just be in each other's arms the whole morning &amp;amp; afternoon. We actually planned to go to 'THE BRIDGE' in the late afternoon. It was cloudy in the morning but then it got so hot when it was actually time that we were sppose to be heading out. q-_-p oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So we ended up playing games. HAHA. First we played CS, which he kicked my ass in. He damn idiot, keep surprising me &amp;amp; killing me out of nowhere. ASS. HAHA. Then we changed to L4D. I was watching the intro to the game &amp;amp; Baby was helping to modify some things in my lappie. The door was opened, &amp;amp; out of the blue, a lady came infront of the house gate. She really looked damn scary, I always see her around. She was telling us about not being able to open her door so she needed our help. Baby &amp;amp; I was looking at one another, with the screaming &amp;amp; groaning of zombies in the background. She looks like the witch in L4D. No joke. She was talking &amp;amp; there was bubbles forming in her mouth. YUCK. She takes drugs, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Baby finally talked to her &amp;amp; we went down to her hse at the 6th. I was watching her every move. When we were at the front, Baby opened the door after one or two jerk. Then she was thanking him, tapping him at the shoulder. I was watching her &amp;amp; she caught my eyes, &amp;amp; thanked me too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I didnt think that an old lady, drug-abused, still has raging hormones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Whatever it is, Im kinda scared to be going around my house area alone. Theres so many wierd people around. I miss my Teck Whye house..sighs, everything's can be gone with a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When mom reached home, we ate pasta again while mom ate her briyani. She couldnt stop talking. haha! Stressed woman at work, so gta understand her situation &amp;amp; just nod at everything she said. HAHA. Baby &amp;amp; I went to Bugis Coffee Bean at ard 6. Mom didnt allow me to go out, but I being stubborn that I am still refuse to listen to her. hehs. She gave in, in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So Baby &amp;amp; I trained to Bugis &amp;amp; we watched American Pie on his lappie. HAHA. He got the whole freakin series of it la. While watching, Ron called me, suddenly. I was like kinda puzzled &amp;amp; shocked. I answered &amp;amp; at the same time I saw him right across me, outside of Coffee Bean, waving. HAHA! Make me panic only. So we waved to him &amp;amp; Mus as they went off with their friends. Baby &amp;amp; I continued watching till 8pm &amp;amp; went off to bus home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After that day, Im emotionally attached to this human. My love for him has grown &amp;amp; I kept thinking of the littlest things that he does. From the way he smiles, the way he irritates me, of how he doesnt get mad after how hard I bite him, of him not laughing at me but instead help me up when I literally fall..he really is one hell of a guy. I just have to keep praying for him to be my fate. Only God knows how I will be when my vision crash before my eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But I have to accept whatever comes. I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;As you know, love cant be balanced between 2 souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; when you feel in such a way that I am, Ive realized that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My greatest fear is loving a significant other more than he loves me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2650396825616848848?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2650396825616848848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2650396825616848848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2650396825616848848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2650396825616848848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-makes-poet-out-of-everyone.html' title='love makes a poet out of everyone.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3283830141066414972</id><published>2009-05-06T10:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:37:04.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout ur lungs out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgI6tKTH2MI/AAAAAAAABq8/SybH_pmo6bg/s1600-h/lg-ks360-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332889456293173442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgI6tKTH2MI/AAAAAAAABq8/SybH_pmo6bg/s400/lg-ks360-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGGGGGG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kelly [MD] has the phone that I want REEEEEEEEEEEEEAL BADLY): Ive never wanted a phone so badly like this one before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It all started when Kelly's phone rang &amp;amp; her msg ringtone was Kim Possible tune. HAHA. Cute sia. Thenthen, she went on msging. I LOVE THE SOUND OF THE KEYPADS LAAAAA!!!! walau. She showed me the phone &amp;amp; I fell in love with it in an instant. SHITS. Now Im wanting it badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hope either mom or dad gna buy it for me. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANW, a shout out to my dear Izyan;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY FREAKING 18th BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;may all ur wishes and dreams come true(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have fun with ur fam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332888859835978578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgI6KcUpU1I/AAAAAAAABq0/cLYNbW451fA/s400/izyantile.jpg" border="0" /&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/2569785131515581661-3283830141066414972?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3283830141066414972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3283830141066414972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3283830141066414972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3283830141066414972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/05/shout-ur-lungs-out.html' title='Shout ur lungs out!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SgI6tKTH2MI/AAAAAAAABq8/SybH_pmo6bg/s72-c/lg-ks360-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-5649195989768366225</id><published>2009-04-30T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:04:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautifully disastrous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay so, the 2nd week of TEP has gone by. Thank God for labour day! PHEW. So anw, afternoon shift sucks. Give me difficulties to meet up with Baby. But hey! I got to go home with Bella. But she had to wait for quite awhile for everything to be settled. Sorry Bella/: &amp;amp;&amp;amp; today is the only day which there wasnt any problems that occured when Ming Yong &amp;amp; I ended the day. WOOHOO~! Tender declared tally, I didnt forget to do the Nets, exchange receipts were included with the original receipts..EVERYTHING IS DONE(: What a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anw, Tues was the worst of these 4days. It all happened when we were closing. Baby was outside the store, waiting for me to get everything done. Out of the blue, this group of students came in &amp;amp; start to browse through the stuffs &amp;amp; bought the screen protector &amp;amp; also keyboard protector. I was stressing up about the tender which doesnt tally, with a variance of like 82 bucks[!!!] &amp;amp; that partner of mine happily serve the students. I was asking him for help &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he kept on serving them, or to be precise, her. Damn fcuked up la. Moreover, I was down with a bad flu in the middle of the day, out of nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When  JC came with the key to the store, he was talking to me. But I couldnt reply. He could see that my eyes started to water. I pointed to him the variance. I couldnt speak. Bella came to tell me that she gotta go off but when she looked at me she asked me what's wrong. &amp;amp; at that moment I went out of the crowded store, I was crying by the time I had my back facing the students &amp;amp; Baby caught me in his arms. I couldnt take it any longer. I went to a corner &amp;amp; Bella came &amp;amp; tried to talk to me. &amp;amp; finally, I went in again, sobbing &amp;amp; tried to sort the tender out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;However, no matter how sucky that day was, I had people who cares for me supporting me &amp;amp; giving me strength at that very moment when I needed it the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank you Baby, Bella &amp;amp; JC for being there for me. I really appreciate it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today, trained back with Bella after everything was settled. This time I alighted at Bukit Batok. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what Ive found out?? YASMIN IS IN NYP!! hahaha! Omg la! hehe. Saw her in the train &amp;amp; before I alighted, I said hi. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So met Baby at the control station &amp;amp; we bussed to Clem. Spent sometime with him. It didnt start so well. But it ended great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Baby...(':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I have 3 days off. ALRIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hahaha! date me out anyone?(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-5649195989768366225?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5649195989768366225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=5649195989768366225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5649195989768366225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5649195989768366225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautifully-disastrous.html' title='beautifully disastrous.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-5084843819472449169</id><published>2009-04-26T11:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:43:59.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this belief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It seems that the belief of laughing unusually alot will cause you to cry sooner or later is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a heap of laughters on Friday after my shift has ended. It was during the briefing done by the Ops team that started my engine. These Ops are a bunch of hilarious people &amp;amp; Im loving them. haha! Especially that JC. Gosh, he is like 'Wei ern meets Yong Hwee'. REALLYREALLY. No joke. hahaha! He got this pervertic acts &amp;amp; the way he talks is like Yong Hwee. HAHA! Quite a number of MSC people reminds me of my Secondary school friends. How I wish they're here with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I came back from lunch with Jiahui, laughter starts to trigger again with Kelly there. Kelly from MD. haha! Btw, KELLY TANG WEITING, I MISS YOU!!!): sighhs...My class are all seperated for the whole sem. UGHHH. Missing those slacky days and those humans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, side tracking. Im starting to feel belonged to this MSC team. It doesnt suck that much now that we are opened to each other now. Made quite alot of friends. haha! If it wasnt for them, I would be rotting &amp;amp; dreading school for the rest of the 2months in MSC. Thank you God for letting these crazy people be in my batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fion, my new friend in Fusion, who reminds me of my primary school friend [they look alike, I swear!], was laughing away too. That was the first time I saw her giggling, showing her teeth &amp;amp; making those 'HAHAHA' sounds. hahaha! I think it's because that it was Friday which caused us to lose our minds. It is really stressful to be managing the store &amp;amp; plus there's conflicts going on in Fusion.q-_-p UGH. I think the most problematic store is Fusion. Tender doesnt tally, forgot to ask for receipt when exchanging, surplus in cash drawer, fcuked up by supervisors, verbal fights between team mates...WOW! What 4days of experience could do to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im happy with my Fusion mates. Only the 3 of us to be exact. I feel that we can communicate &amp;amp; work together very well(: I wonder what's in store for us from 2mr onwards.. FRIDAY HOLIDAY!! YESSAHHHH~! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39days&lt;/strong&gt; to end of shift attachment.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of MSC, expanded my social circle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about the belief. I knew very well that Im gonna cry after that crazy day at school. The next morning, which was yesterday (saturday), I realized that I didnt shed a tear. Which was wierd but I let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came over. We were gonna go out since it was our 13th month. Had a tiff with him and it was only 9.30am. Gosh, what a start. I got ready &amp;amp; we went off to Cathy. It was just different, that day out with him. Sighhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, went Far East to exchage my jeans but it was more than 3 days, so couldnt. FUCK, shld have just went after school that Friday. Stupid. Then checked out the shoes &amp;amp; no stocks were coming for the pink one. Walked around &amp;amp; windowed. Baby&amp;amp;I werent in good terms still.&lt;br /&gt;Got tired &amp;amp; bussed to Clark Quay for Homeclub flea. Spposed to meet up with Kel &amp;amp; Hanie. But Kel's mom picking him up &amp;amp; Hanie was still in town. So that was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a dress &amp;amp; a cardigan. The flea wasnt really good. Mt Sophia's was the best so far. It's more spacious and more nice things over there. So yeah, after flea walked around Clark Quay's mall. Baby &amp;amp; I talked things out &amp;amp; finally things were much better. But we still had small tiffs along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our 13th was the worst anniversary outing we've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;A bucketful of tears were shed, from one problem to another. Words were just so hurtful at those moments. It didnt end at any point  in time throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One word to discribe yesterday, 25th April 2009;&lt;strong&gt; SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we have learnt our lesson. At least I did. I learnt to understand him better &amp;amp; be more attentive to the littlest things that he does for me. I hope that the suckiest day will be a turning point for the both of us, in a good way. Insyaallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, Im sorry if I overreacted at some things.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to suppost you in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hope you do too, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really need you to.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the circumstances Baby, I still love you very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328930469423848786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQqBy7DnVI/AAAAAAAABqs/qtZJ92Xtn1k/s400/wide+eyed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328930469311869586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQqBygW8pI/AAAAAAAABqk/8c9gtKMqBLo/s400/white%26black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328929904346337858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQpgsNZr_I/AAAAAAAABqM/za91p5Gc3jQ/s400/so+near+yet+so+far.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328930467489896082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQqBrt91pI/AAAAAAAABqc/fAcKU2By_DQ/s400/tell+me+that+you+still+love+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQpf8SZzDI/AAAAAAAABp0/0LGkryjCRcg/s1600-h/%26+i+miss+who+we+were+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328929887822138418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQpf8SZzDI/AAAAAAAABp0/0LGkryjCRcg/s400/%26+i+miss+who+we+were+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; I hope nothing changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2569785131515581661-5084843819472449169?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5084843819472449169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=5084843819472449169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5084843819472449169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5084843819472449169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-belief.html' title='this belief.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SfQqBy7DnVI/AAAAAAAABqs/qtZJ92Xtn1k/s72-c/wide+eyed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6749984099204278797</id><published>2009-04-18T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:53:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll let the lack of words speak for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"My God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you know how much I needed this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These days are filled with such disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I think that life will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I think that's the answer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Would you believe me if said I didnt need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cuz I wouldnt believe you if you said the same thing to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Desperate, Im calling out your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im falling I cant feel your flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its so cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; I wanna go home, gotta feel your arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Save me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"I see through your lies, they're bleeding from your eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"When I say yes, I meant forever more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"I look into your eyes &amp;amp; see that your color's changing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wish that I could change with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; when you said forever, did you mean it to be true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or was it another tale from you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"'Promise me, you'll forget me,' you said as you walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Dont hold on..please..let go of me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You make it so hard to leave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"'Goodbye', she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'I have found somebody new.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I gave you every waking moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I gave you everything you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And now, my love, you're giving me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She walked away and I could hardly breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I turned around &amp;amp; fell down to my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im shivering as the truth settling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;her tomorrow has nthing to do with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I knew someday you'd find someone else's lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but before you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can you give me one last kiss?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"why does hello, feels like goodbye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;however, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you hold me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're the echos of my everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;  You're the laziness of afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you're the reason why I burst &amp;amp; why I bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How can I break the news to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Only God knows if I've changed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lyrics which have alot of meanings to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha, randomnesssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6749984099204278797?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6749984099204278797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6749984099204278797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6749984099204278797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6749984099204278797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-let-lack-of-words-speak-for-me.html' title='I&apos;ll let the lack of words speak for me.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3206982512077498723</id><published>2009-04-18T19:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:27:01.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enthusiasm issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HEYHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;its been awhile since Ive updated. Sorry people, tired from school. Just imagine, 9am to 5.30/6pm every single day for the whole week? Sighs..just glad that its over now. So Im in the morning shift next week. Morning shift will be from 9am to 1.30 pm, while afternoon shift will be 1pm-5.30pm. Yup. I like morning shift cuz I can go off early. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wth, I sound so dead. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Should I cut my hair? I feel like doing so. Seeing my aunt &amp;amp; my cousin with short hair seems so nice &amp;amp; easy to manage. There's only 2 downside of me cutting my hair short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) My hair will just remain curly. [those were the days. Afro days. haha.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2) I have a round face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I still have the urge to cut it. Super super short, like boy kinda short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just like Halle Berry's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326003398765109554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SenD32_q4TI/AAAAAAAABpc/qiKfyiX9_34/s400/halle+berry2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326003393454271106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SenD3jNd6oI/AAAAAAAABpU/iMnPIzuLz0k/s400/halle+berry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;However, come to think of it, it took me a looooong while to grow my hair to this current length. I dont know what I'll feel if I do cut it real short. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326005011533154946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SenFVvBiSoI/AAAAAAAABpk/V1-LybuYZGc/s400/shorthair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326005009165132418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SenFVmM9IoI/AAAAAAAABps/GDYoJIYQfEI/s400/shorthair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These were back when I was in Sec 2 [I think]. Do I look nice with short hair??? Shitshitshit. I shouldnt cut. I'll just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;freak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if it turns out into a disaster. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, final decision:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT CUTTING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3206982512077498723?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3206982512077498723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3206982512077498723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3206982512077498723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3206982512077498723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/enthusiasm-issues.html' title='enthusiasm issues.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SenD32_q4TI/AAAAAAAABpc/qiKfyiX9_34/s72-c/halle+berry2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4746832992495131854</id><published>2009-04-11T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:30:31.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing swing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, this is my 3rd post of the day. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Didnt update for quite a long time la. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anw, today was the last day of work for me. Since for the whole of 5 days next week Ive got orientation for my TEP attachment which is 9am-5pm. q-_-p FCUK, dreading it please. Just as I wanted to enjoy my last week of hols. FCUK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, enuf of that. Last day was not that bad. Busy today &amp;amp; it only rained at ard 3.30pm. &amp;amp; my shift ends at 4pm. q-_-p Oh well. HAHA! When I wanted to go off, Alan asked to give him a hug. So I did. He lifted me up &amp;amp; swing me around. HAHA! I felt like a kid la please. Alan really feels like a big brother to me, for the record. Dont think wrongly eh. Baby even trusts him. Haha! I'll miss Alan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, chatted with my dear Wedge just now &amp;amp; he came out names for me using my name as abreviations. HAHA! Damn funny sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OSYAF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! Sofya You Are Fucked !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OYASF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh!! You Are So Fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHA! wth sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDGE&lt;/strong&gt; [not his real name];&lt;br /&gt;we encourage digging good enviroment&lt;br /&gt;we encourage DICK Growth enlargement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHA! okok, obviously he was bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hmm...gonna stay at home 2mr. Get my rest since the next 5days will be pure tiredness. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ciao~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4746832992495131854?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4746832992495131854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4746832992495131854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4746832992495131854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4746832992495131854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/swing-swing.html' title='Swing swing!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4460256397466256776</id><published>2009-04-11T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:32:57.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th blast off!</title><content type='html'>SOSOSOSO, yesterday, on the &lt;u&gt;10th April 2009&lt;/u&gt; marks the &lt;b&gt;18th birthday&lt;/b&gt; of my dear &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NUR NABILLA BTE JUBIR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!! WOOHOOOOO~!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll shall leave the bitter part of my day aside. Not gna trace back of what happened.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Met up with my Kelly wahwah at Queenstown platform. Baby accompanied me till she came. Kelly&amp;amp;I heading to Harbourfront while Baby going back home. Our train came at the same time &amp;amp; we went our seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls went to Vivo to shop for awhile. Spent like 1 or almost 2hours there. HAHA! Then met Chloe at the Sentosa monorail entrance. We trained there &amp;amp; it was pouring. Lightnings &amp;amp; thunders everywhere. There was ALOT of people stuck at the Beach station &amp;amp; a long queue was forming at the tram line. Waited for like 45 mins? &amp;amp; in the middle of the line, those Sentosa working girls aka 'OUR SAVIOR' asked us on where we were headed to. I was like Sentosa Beach Resort &amp;amp; they were like 'you're in the wrong line'. We were suppose to take the Siloso Beach line. Well, it wasnt entirely our fault, what we saw was just a long line. HAHA! So yeah, thank God the lin was empty so we moved to the correct one &amp;amp; waited for another 30mins. It was really pouring &amp;amp; thank God we've got a mini van &amp;amp; the usual tram. We were sheltered from the rain until we were stuck at Cafe Delmar. Thank God Chloe had an umbrella. She transfered me &amp;amp; Bella's fren while Kelly &amp;amp; Bella's other friend ran to under the rain to the Resort which was across. [Im forgotten their names. UGH. Im sorry! Im so bad at remembering names :S] We went up to the room together &amp;amp; DAMN! It was FCUKIN NICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you can just have ur honeymoon there. The view is nice the room is nice. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okokok, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella didnt arrive yet. Her sis, Kak Nurul &amp;amp; her sis's fren, Mousey, were there. We helped them out by arranging &amp;amp; giving them ideas on how it'll be like. Finally, birthday girl arrive with a few others &amp;amp;&amp;amp; significantly *ahemahem*. HEHEHEHEHE(x&lt;br /&gt;First time ever they met up. &amp;amp; its on her birthday, what better timing than that?(:&lt;br /&gt;So anw, mingled, picture taking, chatted, observed, happiness, jealousy, but still happiness.... HAHA! Thats how I did &amp;amp; was feeling.&lt;br /&gt;We cut the cake when everyone was there. It was a beautiful moment for Bella. HAHA. So happy for her(:&lt;br /&gt;After the cut cake process, Chloe had to go off. Hoped she found her way out. Kelly &amp;amp; I mingled. Followed her go smoke at the balcony where the view is equally nice front &amp;amp; back of the suite. Then we mingled with Bella's friends &amp;amp; we chilled at the jacuzzi. Sentosa's nice with the night view. Around 8.30pm, Bella's friends were gonna go off since they need to go somewhere respectively so I decided to go off with them. I pulled Bella &amp;amp; Kelly along. hehehe. They sent us plus *ahemahem* &amp;amp; Irfan [finally, I know his name q-_-p] to the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vivo with the 2 girls &amp;amp; 2 guys. One girl went off, taking the bus. *ahemahem*...AHH! WTH. His name's Qummi la k? q-_-p HAHAHA! well, he went off to the the bus too when we're almost reaching the mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;So left one girl &amp;amp; a guy. They were both from the same primary school. So yeah. The girl went off towards pasir ris while me &amp;amp; Irfan waited for our train towards Joo Koon. There were alot of Banglas la, walau. Thank God there's someone with me. So we chatted &amp;amp; got to know each other. It was nice to make a new friend(: Dont really get to do much of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, first train was packed so we waited for another. Went in when the second came &amp;amp; yeah, trained back. &amp;amp; can you believe it? After getting to know that guy, I dont even noe his name? HAHA. Whatever it is, it was nice to meet him &amp;amp; Bella's other friends(:&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to mingle. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, it was a fairly good day yesterday. Wished that I could sleepover at the suite but...UGH. Whatever. Had work next the day anw.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I LOVE BELLA &amp;amp; KELLY(:&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you guys sooooooooooon~! MUACKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432036096090818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChO2lxIsI/AAAAAAAABn0/szKqhKHL_30/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The bed, the view, the cozyness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Mousey btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432042675984994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChPPGiWmI/AAAAAAAABn8/_PDxCHpeDu8/s400/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chloe &amp;amp; the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432042145810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChPNIIh7I/AAAAAAAABoE/JSyNyi74BQM/s400/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Birthday cake!!&lt;br /&gt;cool or what?? HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432044759142834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChPW3M0bI/AAAAAAAABoM/c6vUhg2mV5U/s400/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;love the conrows! I wna learn how to make!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432652595908546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChyvOxz8I/AAAAAAAABoc/yKjuvFDmZvE/s400/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EITGHTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432654855950386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChy3pnUDI/AAAAAAAABos/nbYI-iZcsEc/s400/Image134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revealation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who planned &amp;amp; sponsor everything, her older sis, Kak Nurul(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChPduObHI/AAAAAAAABoU/MexgjedSMTI/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432046600547442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChPduObHI/AAAAAAAABoU/MexgjedSMTI/s400/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 18 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432653021009906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChyw0IV_I/AAAAAAAABo0/7fncYhEi9Tg/s400/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANNIEEEEEE!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432659456482786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChzIyd3eI/AAAAAAAABo8/uwo6T6FyJ40/s400/Image159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432949493236914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeCiEBQnhLI/AAAAAAAABpE/LBZWZCQhfX4/s400/Image173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432955214476226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeCiEWkqs8I/AAAAAAAABpM/xe1LXFjAAzs/s400/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly, Bella's 2 girlfriends &amp;amp; the night view of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323432651012099458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChypVKzYI/AAAAAAAABok/NpzzZQ1_2YI/s400/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; it all ended well, I suppose(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the record, thanks for being there for me Baby after what you've witnessed. It was really embarrassing for you to actually be there to witness what was going on but at the same time, Im glad there's someone that I could lean to after all the commotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4460256397466256776?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4460256397466256776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4460256397466256776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4460256397466256776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4460256397466256776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/18th-blast-off.html' title='18th blast off!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SeChO2lxIsI/AAAAAAAABn0/szKqhKHL_30/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-623481391983013189</id><published>2009-04-09T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:09:22.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-D-YOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On Wednesday, had a lunch date with SPP!!! I know! SPP! hahaha! Baby was the one who gave me that lill extra push I needed to boost up my courage &amp;amp; ask her out for lunch together. &amp;amp; well, WE DID!(: hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything went great. It wasnt as awkward as I thought it would be. Im thankful that Im back in contact with my old-friend again(: I still love her alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After our lunch date, we went to Jurong Library since she's working there. She asked me to accompany her pick out magazines since she have to kill 6 hours of stting in the library. HAHA. The job that she's doing isnt really a hot-seller but hey! She's getting paid for free burning-ass-sitting-for-6-whole-hours free labour! HAHA! Baby was there too since she asked him to meet me at the library instead of the 51 port. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After she has almost settled down, we said our see you soon's &amp;amp; Baby&amp;amp;I left, headed to Queensway then home.&lt;br /&gt; SOOOOOOO, we've made another 3 vids for you guys! hehehehehehehehehehehehehe. Bored la you see. &amp;amp; we were in crazy mode so yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ENJOY~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bb4c8f7060a0692" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bb4c8f7060a0692%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C8B6E0A57C1BC3ECF1AA9BEF1905EB84F9B2AE3.3F984F21C0B40321D98304BADF485CC219519E9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bb4c8f7060a0692%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDLPokghjN5aaTTiAEmfOnM3GPjk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1bb4c8f7060a0692%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C8B6E0A57C1BC3ECF1AA9BEF1905EB84F9B2AE3.3F984F21C0B40321D98304BADF485CC219519E9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1bb4c8f7060a0692%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDLPokghjN5aaTTiAEmfOnM3GPjk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b46b1550bfd25580" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db46b1550bfd25580%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441128C0833BC92AEFF8F0EFFD45ADE7C9490E75.183320C1E7528BA24CBF5EBB3888E79D32163685%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db46b1550bfd25580%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTaJGmBcEEPILCP1Xt1QbRxGJTc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db46b1550bfd25580%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D441128C0833BC92AEFF8F0EFFD45ADE7C9490E75.183320C1E7528BA24CBF5EBB3888E79D32163685%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db46b1550bfd25580%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTaJGmBcEEPILCP1Xt1QbRxGJTc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt noe the lyrics. LOOK AT WHAT HIS MOUTHING! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; btw, when I said that I hate him, I actually love him. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-669449cf989d4803" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D669449cf989d4803%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F824788440040C3725D91D37A29A5BA9D3D8E7.65BAFA599A057EE39194970F259ACB2188469FE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D669449cf989d4803%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDzF8PRbJm9lAhoaAPLsE01N2ItM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D669449cf989d4803%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63F824788440040C3725D91D37A29A5BA9D3D8E7.65BAFA599A057EE39194970F259ACB2188469FE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D669449cf989d4803%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDzF8PRbJm9lAhoaAPLsE01N2ItM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the pose we gave at the ending. hehehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love is SOOOOOO being stupid together. WOOHOO~!!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-623481391983013189?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1bb4c8f7060a0692&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=669449cf989d4803&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b46b1550bfd25580&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/623481391983013189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=623481391983013189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/623481391983013189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/623481391983013189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/v-d-yos.html' title='V-D-YOS!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4687359402555277036</id><published>2009-04-06T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:38:37.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HEYHO, LETS GO~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321563971818611682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sdn-PM3D4-I/AAAAAAAABnU/FyOAxcl5a80/s400/th_LOVECA4DM7NN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So Ive been working on Sunday, which was yesterday. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what?! [I recorded it in my hp so I wouldnt forget. hehe.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I SAW, WITH MY BLOODY TWO EYES, THAT THESE $#%$#* ARE RUINING SINGAPORE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im not patriotic or what, but if you see this you will become one!&lt;br /&gt;So anw, guess what I saw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;oh right, I've said that just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So I was at the bustop where I take the bus to work. There was this China family, mom,dad, son&amp;amp; grandma. I was listening to my PUNKROCK melodies, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what I saw?! [okay, thats the 3rd time.q-_-p] THE FREAKIN' SON, who was like 6years old, PEE-ED in the middle of the pathway, just near the bustop. Clear view for people to see. LIKE WTF?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THAT KID JUST PULLED IT OUT FROM HIS FREAKIN' PANTS &amp;amp; JUST FREAKIN' PEE-ED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I mean wont you be DISGUSTINGLY-HORRIFIED?! goshhhhh...!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess what the bloody adults did?? All 3 of those morons just smiled &amp;amp; laughed at what that soon-to-be-penisless boy did. &amp;amp; that boy had the FREAKIN' cheek to smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4 lill CBs were at the bustop. Lill CB pee-ed in the middle of nowhere, letting people see his soon-to-be-gone tiny weenie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt;: *laughing* That is just how we raised our son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;grandma:&lt;/span&gt; I have taught you well lill boy. It just reminds me back at our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dad:&lt;/span&gt; I am proud of you son. *patting lill CB's back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CAN YOU FREAKIN' SEE THAT SCENE IN YOUR HEAD? Just imagine those CBs faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; want to get the hell out of Singapore before it gets worse with these hooligans around. UGH! No offence to the ones who are innocent &amp;amp; well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Baby today!(: hehe. We met at WC market &amp;amp; went WC plaza since there were a few shops we wanna check out. However, most of the shops arent open yet so he brought me to Tully's. Baby went into the staff room, he has the access to since he is a staff there. UNEXPECTEDLY, Baby came out with a cake &amp;amp; singing me the birthday song!(: HAHA! damn sweet of him(: hehehe. The cake's not chocolate, but hell-yeah its nice! HAHA! caramel with nuts. We gave some to his colleagues &amp;amp; the left-overs in the fridge for the other staff members. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks Baby(: MUACKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After window-shopping at WC Plaza &amp;amp; had lunch there, we went to the library. Wanted to watch a DVD but the quality sucks. So we finished the movie,'The Rocker'. Making our way out of the library, saw SarahP! AGAIN. HAHA! Baby always spotted her before I do.q-_-p So anw, she's working at the library as a computer helper. HAHA! Idk la! something like that. After catching up, Baby&amp;amp;I headed to the MRT &amp;amp; trained to town. We went Heeren since we wanna check out nice shoes at the CHECK outlet. We spent quite a while there choosing shoes. HAHA! Baby had our pairs on hold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after town, trained home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cant wait for another day out with him!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Working 2mr. Hope it'll be a cloudy day! Or maybe RAIN! hehe. Insyallah(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586778414420802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SdoS-uDOk0I/AAAAAAAABnc/I9ZyU3WYu0I/s400/P1060426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586787078773554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SdoS_OU-GzI/AAAAAAAABnk/0776ChhxDGU/s400/P1060427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im licking the flame! BELIEVE IT OR DIE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586791217393618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SdoS_dvsb9I/AAAAAAAABns/QiCkNPQE3O8/s400/P1060431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's not smiling! UGH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll try get a snapshot of him with his new set of teeth(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4687359402555277036?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4687359402555277036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4687359402555277036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4687359402555277036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4687359402555277036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sdn-PM3D4-I/AAAAAAAABnU/FyOAxcl5a80/s72-c/th_LOVECA4DM7NN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-5277540906019648791</id><published>2009-04-03T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:38:42.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY GIRL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;2nd April 2009, Thursday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It marks the end of my days of being 17 &amp;amp; the beginning of a new chapter of being EIGHTEEN! WOOOHOOO~! This is the age where partying begins &amp;amp; the wildness in you emerges! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But Im not going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKAY, maybe a lill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;IDK LA! I'll try my best to be tame okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In actual fact, I dont even feel the diff. HAHA! Like nth only. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY, im gna tell you about my special day(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So firstly, Izie gave me clues to my destination that Im sppose to go to. First clue was,'FOUR GREEN PEOPLE'. Oookay, i asked her for the second clue since Im like busting my head trying to figure it out. Second clue, 'LOVE'. Ookay, so I browsed thru pics in my lappie while scanning my brain. Finally, I thought of 3 places, Paragon, WCP &amp;amp;...I forgot. [UGH, STM.] So after gueeing, WCP was the destination. Went out at 10.30am, accompanied mom to Jurong since she's gg to my TB Aunt's &amp;amp; I took 176 to WCP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby msged me only at ard 10.50-11am. I had a strong feeling that he's gna be there even if he said he couldnt. &amp;amp; theres something about his msgs which just gave it away. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reached WCP &amp;amp; izie said,'We play hide&amp;amp;seek k? You come find us!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So obviously, 'us' refers to more than one person. HAHA! But then she called me after 10 mins, &amp;amp; ask me where am I. She asked me to stop in my tracks &amp;amp; came to get me. She led me to the place while I closed my eyes. I DID NOT PEEK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The moment Izie told me to open my eyes, I saw her &amp;amp; Ron. I instantly turned behind, hoping to see Baby. &amp;amp; yup! There he was!(: hehe! I WAS SO HAPPY! Not only that Baby was there, but Izie actually put in her effort &amp;amp; planned this for me. Im really thankful(': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU IZIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So we ate cake, talked, fooled around a lill. I smudged cake on Baby's face &amp;amp; wanted to do it on Izie but she was fast. HAHA! After awhile, decided to watch movie on Baby's lappie. The reflection was bad so went to Macs. It was noisy there but managed to understand a lill of it. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went back to West Coast, Baby went to shower while the rest of us waited downstairs. Made our way to the bustop after. Baby spotted SarahP eating with Ben. Izie &amp;amp; I were sooo excited. HAHA! Surprised her &amp;amp; we talked. Finally, we went off &amp;amp; took 143 to Harbourfront. Treated them lunch &amp;amp; we went to Vivo. Bought somethings for myself. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby&amp;amp;I wanted to watch movie, Izie&amp;amp;Ron are broke so they went of first. So yeah, Baby &amp;amp; I watched 'Mall Cop'. DAMN FUNNY! HAHAHA. Didnt tink it would be THAT funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after movie, went home &amp;amp; we chilled at the bustop under the night sky. It was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby went off from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THANK YOU IZIE &amp;amp; AlSO RON FOR EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THANK YOU BABY FOR MAKING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THANK YOU ALL THE PEEPLE WHO WISHED ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THANK YOU ALLAH FOR MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you people(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MUACKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-5277540906019648791?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5277540906019648791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=5277540906019648791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5277540906019648791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5277540906019648791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-girl.html' title='BIRTHDAY GIRL.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-9103026493033567707</id><published>2009-04-01T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:15:12.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old &amp; wise. HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Firstly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 55th BIRTHDAY TO MY MOMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She's 55 &amp;amp; she looks like 30-40 plus. I guess those million bucks worth of skincare products worked their magic! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So went out with Baby today to buy mommy's present which is her fave food at Arab St &amp;amp; went take my pay. Every single time I take my pay when Im not working on that day, is just a chore. Must walk quite a distance to the hotel &amp;amp; if its cloudy or windy, its okay. But wth, its so HOT please.q-_-p Oh well. Everything's gna come to an end soon. Just look at the earth &amp;amp; the ppl living on this earth. Everything's topsy turvy &amp;amp; going all wrong. Sighhs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why am I being so wise all of a sudden? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shit, I feel old now. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Idk why I feel such a way. Is everything starting bad or ending bad? Ive came across things which are just making me feel angry in a sad way. You know? UGH. I feel that alot is changing around me, I just chose ignore them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I HATE CHANGES. Im not good at adapting, thats why when I have the people who are close to my heart, I couldnt let them go. Even if they hate me, I still chose to dwell on them &amp;amp; keep praying that they will actually take me in again. I miss those people..)": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But one thing about changing is, sometimes to have something/someone back, you gotta change your own self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But Im confused, people say that it doesnt matter how bad you are, if you mean something to that person, he/she will love you no matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; some people say that if you love that someone, you will want to change for the better for that person even if you wont be true to yourself anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So which should I choose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who call the shots anw? Do you even know if the person you love will leave you if you dont change your ways? Do you know if the person doesnt even care how you are cuz they think that your flaws make you who you are &amp;amp; they love you for that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AM I EVEN MAKING ANY SENSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont feel the excitement now. I feel numb. Blocking out all the feelings in me, its working perfectly. What if I am made without feelings? What will life be like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bleakness I pressume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;However, I bet its better than busting your head with all the problems you have, all the feelings thats needed to be sorted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FUCK, I FEEL FUCKING OLD NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;q-___-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you feel devastated if your significant other isnt there with you on your important day of the year? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or am I in the wrong feeling in such a way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All-in-all, Im thankful that I have friends around me who cares about me. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The only thing which will make me the happiest girl alive on an important day of mine, is just to be surrounded with the people whom I love very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There's no need for presents, no need for celebrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just need hugs from each &amp;amp; every one of them &amp;amp; sharing that special day with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only Allah knows how much I meant that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I dont know what's in store for me 2mr. Ms izie-peezy's not gna spill! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im kinda nervous &amp;amp; scared? HAHA. I mean, she just told me to go out at 10am, to somewhere which she hasnt told me yet, &amp;amp; im gg there ALONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I mean, Im not scared of gg anywhere alone, but it feels diferrent when someone asks you to go somewhere alone. You get it? I doubt so. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Im really nervous now/: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So mysterious lor this girl. Walau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just need to wait to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Shit, I should call the cops just in case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-9103026493033567707?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/9103026493033567707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=9103026493033567707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/9103026493033567707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/9103026493033567707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-wise-help.html' title='Old &amp; wise. HELP!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1184573491060361277</id><published>2009-03-31T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:25:49.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired &amp; demoralized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ive been working on Sunday &amp;amp; yest. Damn tired please. UGH.It was so busy for that 2 days but thank God it rained in the late afternoon. Syukur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think I still didnt get enough rest. Still yawning away. Sighhs..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my body's aching. Mommy's working so there's no one to massage for me. I feel like going for a full body massage therapy just to pamper myself. If only Im rich..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, Baby got his braces off yesterday. He looks different. It looked like fake teeth at first since its so perfect &amp;amp; straight &amp;amp; white. But then, after staring at him for quite awhile, he actually looks damn good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, these thoughts keep coming. I feel inferior now since I kept on thinking what will happen now that he has yet made another transformation from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Honestly, the future freaks me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now that my boyfriend's looking like an american hot dude with that perfect smile, his built, his eyes, his character..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I GOTTA DO SOMETHING ABT MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I need to lose weight since Alan &amp;amp; Chris said that Im fat. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my mom keeps nagging at me about washing my face every night before bed, which I am so lazy to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Soooo, I need to exercise &amp;amp; maintain my facial routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FCUK, who am I kidding? Im such a lazy human. Nth has really inspired me to even exercise. Even the simplest workout I have to think infinite times before I actually get my ass going.q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When I see these girls so sporty &amp;amp; all with their firm legs &amp;amp; arms &amp;amp; that nicely shaped body, I get jealous &amp;amp; started to wish I was like them. When I see these tall girls at my workplace with their tight, sexy in a sophisticated way uniforms, I REALLY wish Im like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im getting demoralized by my own self. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now I know how Kelly feels. Sighhs..see la, Kelly. You've passed ur virus to me. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think I shld stop thinking this way. I shld be happy with who I am, right? &amp;amp; be thankful that God has made me into a functional human with no disabilities. YUP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I shld be thankful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All I need to do is made the best out of what He has given me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Someone get my ass off the couch please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1184573491060361277?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1184573491060361277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1184573491060361277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1184573491060361277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1184573491060361277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired-demoralized.html' title='tired &amp; demoralized.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-9018523385091415608</id><published>2009-03-26T13:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:23:00.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One word: blissful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; after all we've been through,&lt;br /&gt;after what we have lost,&lt;br /&gt;given up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sacrificed,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; get into heaps of trouble for,&lt;br /&gt;it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember those words you said,&lt;br /&gt;"You are worth hanging on to,&lt;br /&gt;Im glad I've waited for you.."&lt;br /&gt;Tears stug my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;with immediate effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after how I've treated you,&lt;br /&gt;those years of being a clueless bitch,&lt;br /&gt;you still hanged on by my side.&lt;br /&gt;One in a million,&lt;br /&gt;you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many days which were spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;they were equally the best.&lt;br /&gt;Fights,&lt;br /&gt;arguements,&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings,&lt;br /&gt;they were just stepping stones for us.&lt;br /&gt;Only made us stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fifth,&lt;br /&gt;it just went uphill from there.&lt;br /&gt;We were much more entwined than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at every 25th,&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate that special day.&lt;br /&gt;Five,&lt;br /&gt;thats the number which brought us closer;&lt;br /&gt;our angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt change a thing about you,&lt;br /&gt;you are special enough.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this will never end,&lt;br /&gt;a journey hand-in-hand,&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;25th March 2009&lt;/strong&gt;, it marks our &lt;u&gt;1 year anniversary&lt;/u&gt;. It was really unbelieveable that we have made it through. From being on a rocky road of relationships together, we have finally surfaced from it. Im really thankful(': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So now, Im gna talk abt how the day went. The morning didnt start that well. Baby quarrelled with his mom back home. So he wasnt really in the best of mood. Anw, we came up with a new plan &amp;amp; its to spend time with his sis, Nalyssa(: Wanted to surprise her at her school, but by the time we reached she was alr at home q-_-p HAHA! So met her at the market bustop instead. We went to WCP Mac to have our lunch. So spent quite sometime there, chatting &amp;amp; laughing &amp;amp; entertaining that 10 year old. HAHA! But hey, she's quite a funny girl. Learnt from his brother, duh. HAHA! Watching them together really made me wish for an elder brother. How Baby irritate his sis is just so adorably-sweet. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ohoh, btw! Leen came to WCP Mac with her bro &amp;amp; mom too! HAHA! So damn happy to see her again please??? She's so pretty(: hehe. Missing her..sighhs. &amp;amp; also the rest of LIARSH. Oh well. It was never meant to be, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anw, went of at 3 &amp;amp; sent Nal home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby&amp;amp;I went off from there. We bussed home to chg to our proper clothes for the evening. Then, trained to town. He was telling me about the restaurant that he booked. I asked him where we were going to have our dinner at. He figured that I wanted Carousel. HAHA, smart ass. Unfortunately, he told me that it was fully booked but he did booked at another restaurant. So yeah, I was a lill dissappointed but hey, its okay. HAHA. So I started to dig out from him where we were heading to. He just said that it was at town area, he didnt want to tell me what it is. We had sometime to kill before our dinner at 6.30pm. We window-shopped, &amp;amp; he took me to the bustop so we could bussed to the place. He was like,'There's 190 at this bustop rite?' I didnt quite know what he was up to. So yeah, we were at the bustop, waited for like a minute there when he pulled me to the building behind us. &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;was when I know he tricked me!!&lt;br /&gt;Or more like surprised me. IDIOT. He always has his way of surprising me. HAHAHA. We were&lt;br /&gt;gonna have dinner at Carousel!! Im was jumping up &amp;amp; down, saying,'I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!'&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Reported to the waitress with the name list of guests, &amp;amp; Baby's name was the first one, Mr. Johan. HAHA! We were sent to our seats &amp;amp; we settled down. I took in the whole surrounding in awe. I was still in shock that we were actually there. Goshhh, it was magical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After awhile, we got up &amp;amp; walked around, took our food bit by bit. The whole experienece was just priceless. The atmosphere was great &amp;amp; the company was better(: Ohoh! &amp;amp; the waitress who&lt;br /&gt;attended to us was Sofya too! HAHA! how cool is that? But im not sure how it's spelt. hehe. During that 2hours plus that we spent there, I knocked Baby's glass of water &amp;amp; thank God he&lt;br /&gt;wasnt drenched by it. It was embarrassing la. I wanted to go home right then, but Baby was being so sweet. He reassured me that it was okay &amp;amp; he was smiling&lt;br /&gt;taking my hand in his. Sighs..Im really lucky to have him(': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; after stuffing ourselves up, we started to have this conversation of those old memories we shared. &amp;amp; I got to know some things that I didnt. It was full of emotions having&lt;br /&gt;that convo with Baby. We took each other through the journey we had been in together for almost 3 years now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Magical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After dinner, we went to Clark Quay &amp;amp; just spent a quiet time&lt;br /&gt;together by the river. Last time to camwhored for the day, talked, laughed &amp;amp; then cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Baby cheated the cab driver off the fare since Citycabs always take their passengers by&lt;br /&gt;the longest way ever. HAHA! Baby sent me up &amp;amp; took his bag, &amp;amp; the blissful day ended there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if we arent meant to be together forever, I just have to say that Im grateful for having to spend these wonderful moments with him. I am thankful that God has let me share a part of my life with such a great human. I can only keep praying that he will be my fate, my future husband, the father to our children, my true love.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you Baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you &amp;amp; always will(': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wall models;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDqB-_4I/AAAAAAAABmc/RSp0ez2Ugpg/s1600-h/wall-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418614653910914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDqB-_4I/AAAAAAAABmc/RSp0ez2Ugpg/s400/wall-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDoAMSgI/AAAAAAAABmU/HnqUR59mzu0/s1600-h/wall-Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418614109522434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDoAMSgI/AAAAAAAABmU/HnqUR59mzu0/s400/wall-Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our outfits match(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317419041874789906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEchjYRhI/AAAAAAAABmk/I9CnKjb086U/s400/wisma-Baby%26I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317419045150796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEctwcKmI/AAAAAAAABms/SizwQr-b8TQ/s400/wisma-Baby%26I%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317419042450137842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEcjsjYvI/AAAAAAAABm0/277JVuzbfKw/s400/wisma-Baby%26I%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carousel dinner;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418130276678274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDndlc-oI/AAAAAAAABl0/mNN9CjpSMgU/s400/carousel-me+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDmznU8MI/AAAAAAAABlk/e4EyEMu3Izk/s1600-h/carousel-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418119010250946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDmznU8MI/AAAAAAAABlk/e4EyEMu3Izk/s400/carousel-baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317419436521269202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEzfubp9I/AAAAAAAABnM/Xi4d5SDIw2w/s400/dinner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418125228214498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDnKxziOI/AAAAAAAABls/tbEh5IiABIg/s400/carousel-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317419046277289090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEcx9BFII/AAAAAAAABm8/k7lUDEtdCew/s400/carousel-baby%26I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clark Quay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418604372386242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDDurYcI/AAAAAAAABl8/s9sFnGMajNI/s400/Clark+Quay-Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418608114103346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDRqxdDI/AAAAAAAABmM/bLS76LvdKPU/s400/Clark+Quay-me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317419048926945506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEc70voOI/AAAAAAAABnE/zZaGOvRiUTM/s400/Clark+Quay-baby%26I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418604070382786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDCmrLMI/AAAAAAAABmE/iNRiIHyvKYw/s400/Clark+Quay-Baby%26I%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418112192443554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDmaN1dKI/AAAAAAAABlU/mIiGJzBJg04/s400/%26+a+year+has+gone+by.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDmnzJyWI/AAAAAAAABlc/SKv-jT72g5A/s1600-h/%26we+are+still+in+each+other%27s+arms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317418115838626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctDmnzJyWI/AAAAAAAABlc/SKv-jT72g5A/s400/%26we+are+still+in+each+other%27s+arms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I hope there will be many more to come. Insyaallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-9018523385091415608?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/9018523385091415608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=9018523385091415608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/9018523385091415608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/9018523385091415608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-word-blissful.html' title='One word: blissful.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SctEDqB-_4I/AAAAAAAABmc/RSp0ez2Ugpg/s72-c/wall-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3118730004710311959</id><published>2009-03-22T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:27:20.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu bug attack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Friday went out with Izie &amp;amp; Kel to town. We chilled at Mac Cafe, walked for awhile at Zara &amp;amp; then went off at 5.45pm. Got to spend like only 3 hours with them, but it was worth it(: Missed Mr Haikel so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OHOH! Btw, we were waiting for 143 at the bustop opp market &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess who we saw??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ONG CHIA YEE(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was SO damn happy to see her please??? Like SERIOUSLY. haahaha! I missed her so much)': Sighhs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So we took the same bus as her. She was heading to Vivo to meet Sammy. *ahem ahem* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know your secret Sam!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We camwhored quite a lot. The pics are all with Izie. So yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Before I went out of my house I was caught with a flu. Was drowsy the whole day q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Came back to WC with Kel from town &amp;amp; it got worse. Met up with Baby since he wanted to send the Grease movie that he downloaded for me. Thanks Baby(: I grew weaker &amp;amp; fever hit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I went home around 8pm &amp;amp; trained home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The next day, Im still down with a fever. &amp;amp; Baby is just so sweet to drop by after work. But he's an idiot too. HAHA. I told him to msg me when he's in the train since I was gna sleep after taking in my meds. But he didnt! I was awoken by a knock on the door. &amp;amp; me in my unkept hair, sleepy faced..I greeted him. HAHA! embarrassing okay? UGH. But hey, he was still smiling when he saw me(: HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im feeling much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cant wait for these few days!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehe(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3118730004710311959?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3118730004710311959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3118730004710311959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3118730004710311959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3118730004710311959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/flu-bug-attack.html' title='Flu bug attack!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-7117663596982593299</id><published>2009-03-20T11:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:29:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; he's my sweetest drug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;AT LAST, I can upload the rest of the vids. YIPEEEE~!(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well beautiful people, enjoy these vids of Jo&amp;amp;Sof's embarrassing moments. HAHA! But wth, We had a BLAST!! WOOHOO(x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Come on people, laugh your ass off! HAHA!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-364b0edf4c2ab99d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D364b0edf4c2ab99d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BE076E75E1AEC27B77E70585779AAF3981116F6.1D846FED665783700C35D39B99855651BD2E45AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D364b0edf4c2ab99d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNCbVgmjAuiUsKw6rcoik-Guvmno&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D364b0edf4c2ab99d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BE076E75E1AEC27B77E70585779AAF3981116F6.1D846FED665783700C35D39B99855651BD2E45AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D364b0edf4c2ab99d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNCbVgmjAuiUsKw6rcoik-Guvmno&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b4e752d521c1935" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b4e752d521c1935%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D323DD39262AA33F47A1B102998CB570FB8CF5D8E.4B69B89BE47A6DD684135833A4D62023139DBCA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b4e752d521c1935%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXcljbecIBP32WP85npeaNE6FQtE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b4e752d521c1935%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D323DD39262AA33F47A1B102998CB570FB8CF5D8E.4B69B89BE47A6DD684135833A4D62023139DBCA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b4e752d521c1935%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXcljbecIBP32WP85npeaNE6FQtE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hehe. Honestly, this is the only man on this face of this earth who didnt run away from me when Im all wierd, embarrassing &amp;amp; disgusting but instead he joins in! HAHA! He is really one in a million, &amp;amp; im really thankful for him(': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you Allah, thank you for the precious people that you have given me &amp;amp; the people who are there for me whenever wherever. I treasure them to bits &amp;amp; pieces even if they hate me or they love me. I love my friends &amp;amp; foes, regardless. Really. I love you &amp;amp; you &amp;amp; YOU!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haha! Im getting all sentimental now. Wait, I always am. HAHA! Anw, Baby said the most sweetest thing to me yesterday. We were video calling at night when he got back home. HAHA. Yeah, i noe. We couldnt get enuf of eachother. He gave me a set of headphones &amp;amp; an attached microphones to it. HAHA! I feel like a pilot wearing that :D Thanks Baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So anw, I was watching Taylor Swift's 'Love Story' music vid &amp;amp; was asking him that if a girl like Taylor came across his path, what will he do? I mean Taylor's EFFING HOT! She's really beautiful. So I was wondering what he will do or react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; this is what he said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'but im with you..i waited two years. I cud have found a blonde girl, I mean theres an international skl rite in west coast. Tall, blonde,hot, u noe the skl rite? Heck, theres a japanese school -.-'. Short skirts? High socks? Fantasy? But thats just lust, desire. I wanted love &amp;amp; i found it when i met u..I love you..my one and only..(": I really do..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was so speechless..really I was. HAHA! Its not everyday that a guy confesses that he needed love more than lust. &amp;amp; again, Im thankful(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you Baby..(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-7117663596982593299?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=364b0edf4c2ab99d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b4e752d521c1935&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7117663596982593299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=7117663596982593299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7117663596982593299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7117663596982593299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-my-sweetest-drug.html' title='&amp; he&apos;s my sweetest drug.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2475796820614429618</id><published>2009-03-19T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:55:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, to begin with;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED ALL OF MY MODULES!!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, Syukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am REALLY thankful. REALLY. I cant expressed it more. Goshhh. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my GPA improved!!!(: Im feeling so relieved &amp;amp; happy that my hard work has paid off(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; congrats to my frens too! We all made it to year 2!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Baby came over today. HAHA. Ordered pizza &amp;amp; watched movie in his new lappie. huhu. Went out with him yesterday too since he has off days for yest &amp;amp; today. Suppose to be 2mr too but he gta cover for his colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today ended with a BANG! HAHAHA. damn fun making vids with him(: Im gna post them out. HAHA! enjoy people(: pardon me for my big hair &amp;amp; crazy self. HAHA! btw, my Baby looks GAY! which he is not..or is he??0.O HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e759c64d74db8c2e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De759c64d74db8c2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32D1A40CA904E9DF5D69CC52D5CE77504DD4D6D2.720E2074285591B2A57848BF24898B330156F503%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De759c64d74db8c2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVttW501rFU7DsQNsbswmoYTTwA4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De759c64d74db8c2e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331598599%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32D1A40CA904E9DF5D69CC52D5CE77504DD4D6D2.720E2074285591B2A57848BF24898B330156F503%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De759c64d74db8c2e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVttW501rFU7DsQNsbswmoYTTwA4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;theres still more. but the uploading stuff is being a BITCH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trying to upload it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2475796820614429618?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e759c64d74db8c2e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2475796820614429618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2475796820614429618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2475796820614429618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2475796820614429618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-to-begin-with-i-passed-all-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4138237796210326987</id><published>2009-03-14T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:48:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVE IN BITCHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Work today!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Missed poolside soooo much! Especially my colleagues. huhu(x The first faces I saw were Kok Eng &amp;amp; Agus! HAHA! &amp;amp; the first thing I asked was,"Is Alan working?" HAHAHA! But sadly, he wasnt. &amp;amp; we were stuck with Agus. DAMN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OHOH! &amp;amp; my dear Krista was working toooooo~! hehehe. So happy la please?(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chatted, laughed, joked..HAHA, thats what we poolsiders do half the time. Thank God today isnt that busy despite it being a weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HOPING THAT IT'LL RAIN TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;muahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Alan is working tomorrow! Yipeeee~!(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hearing Krista's stories about her &amp;amp; Farhan is just so touching. HAHA. I mean, I really can sense the sincerity in Farhan. Im really happy for her(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We were talking something about meeting up with our boyfriends everyday. Some of us will prefer to not meet for quite sometime &amp;amp; then when they meet, they will have the sense of miss towards each other. &amp;amp; the rest of us will prefer to meet every single day if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even if its been 1day of not meeting up with your significant other, you will feel the sense of emptiness in you. &amp;amp; you wont get bored of seeing the same face over &amp;amp; over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you guys think that that's real love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I mean you wont get enough of him/her. &amp;amp; thats good right? You would want to spend your everyday with your particular half. &amp;amp; just being in her/his company makes you feel a sense of content &amp;amp; happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That is real love right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ah wtf. I dont know what Im saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OHOHOH! Guess who I saw?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A-B-U-Z-A-R!!!!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;huhu(x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was crossing the road, on my way to Orchard MRT &amp;amp;&amp;amp; in the middle of crossing the road, my eyes were locked onto this green guy. HAHA. I was thinking to myself,'Is that Abuzar?' &amp;amp;&amp;amp; wtf! IT IS! hahaha! He was with his girlfriend. Shld be ar. They werent holding hands leh? Whatever it is, I remembered something from his FaceBook profile, 'Murni-fied'. HAHA! Murni is his gf's name. Cool huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont know why Im so excited over that word q-_-p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we waved. HAHA. clearly, both of us were in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was just thinking of him at work &amp;amp; I saw him. HAHA! I really miss working with him. &amp;amp; also Naseer, Reena &amp;amp; Peace. Sighhs..oh well, maybe I'll try to plan an outing tgt. I hope its even possible :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Planned to go out with Baby after work today, but he cldnt make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Can only see him on wed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even if I met him yesterday, I didnt get to spend time with him. He was working. Izie&amp;amp;I chilled at Tully's yesterday. Brought our lappies &amp;amp; we served the nets &amp;amp; watched movies. HAHA. Nalyssa was there. She joined us too with Baby's new lappie. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all I need to do now is just be patient cuz Im running out of it. FCUK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a supportive girlfren Sofff.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YES, I AM TRYING. But I get so impatient at times &amp;amp;&amp;amp; these impulsive thoughts keeps ringing in my head. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Praying that God will give me patience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4138237796210326987?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4138237796210326987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4138237796210326987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4138237796210326987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4138237796210326987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/dive-in-bitches.html' title='DIVE IN BITCHES'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4663997560527553745</id><published>2009-03-12T20:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:30:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara Sentosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went SENTOSA todayyyyy!!!!(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;heheheheheheheheheheheheheehehehehehe. So high liao(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So met up with Kelly &amp;amp; Jiahui in the train &amp;amp; made our way to Sentosa. Bought snacks at 7-11 &amp;amp; off we go to Palawan! It was SO DAMN FREAKIN HOT! I couldnt take it seh! Those 2 girls tanned in the sun while I sat in a shady spot alone playing with Jiahui's PSP. HAHA! Pathetic, I know. I just dont want get darker la ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anyway, Jiahui wanted to go 7-11. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there were these huge group of malay &amp;amp; chinese guys. A few of them wooing Jiahui &amp;amp; Kelly. HAHA! What can I say, they're hot stuffs xD So 2 guys walked up to us &amp;amp; asked for their numbers. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; those 2 guys arent the ones who are interested in them but they are the friends of those ball-less guys. I dont understand, why dont guys just have the courage to ask themselves instead asking their friends for help? The second guy to walk up to us was a malay, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he was asking Jiahui for her number first. &amp;amp; then when Jaihui didnt want to, he was like 'ohok, how about you?', turning to Kelly. Like wtf. He think market is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have to state a stand, Pure malay guys are the worst among all the races. Really. Not all la, but MOST of them. Its a shame really. Sighs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So yeah, we packed our things &amp;amp; went to 7-11. Then found another spot for them to tan again. HAHA. Lucky there was shade beside them. HAHA. We spent till 2pm there &amp;amp; then washed up. After that, we went to the bridge! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; made our way up to the tower. DAMN NICE SIA! huhu(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay so, we went Vivo after. Jiahui went off first since she meeting her boyfriend. [Im jealous. HAHA.] Kelly&amp;amp;I had linner at LJS. Spent like 2hours there talking. HAHA! I like these kinda intimate moments with my friends(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE DAY GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun even thought i was stranded in that shady island instead of joining you guys in that scorching sun! HAHAHA! We should go out more often. I WANNA I WANNA I WANNA! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WOOHOOO~!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312295756943458482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkQ2F5uALI/AAAAAAAABjc/Bfe4_ZX3HU0/s400/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how HOT the sun is?! UGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312295758619707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkQ2MJXifI/AAAAAAAABjk/2do0BvNEFJE/s400/Image175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls are tanning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296898581532146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkR4i1cjfI/AAAAAAAABjs/TeY_pUKc2zg/s400/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Im stranded here in the shade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297701085342354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkSnQZQ6pI/AAAAAAAABlE/Do5qNh1dBPg/s400/SENTOSA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KELLY BODY BUILDER!! WOOHOO~! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296909696781746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkR5MPhzbI/AAAAAAAABj0/vVUvPOtJd04/s400/Image182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JIAHUI(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312295751975372146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkQ1zZPBXI/AAAAAAAABjE/ZSrjwvXjM5s/s400/DSC05406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KELLY(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this pic sia! very nice effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296910994533330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkR5RE769I/AAAAAAAABj8/PkDcXTWZ2Q8/s400/Image184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NICE RIGHT THE VIEW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296911232867682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkR5R9wnWI/AAAAAAAABkE/_8iopMrCjqc/s400/Image192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312296922554410450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkR58JBpdI/AAAAAAAABkM/3jtOARudeJs/s400/Image196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297350932822978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkSS3-Ze8I/AAAAAAAABkU/TH3Bwiwxjb0/s400/Image197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312295752461120834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkQ11NC9UI/AAAAAAAABjM/GJLpI6NDT9c/s400/DSC05478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297350023593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkSS0lnvMI/AAAAAAAABkc/_oMjJmbkRV8/s400/Image198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297353128290850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkSTAJ1qiI/AAAAAAAABk0/Y445DUUmmN0/s400/Image204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297354233222018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkSTERRk4I/AAAAAAAABkk/ILon51xbVvw/s400/Image202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312297353712794002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkSTCVMeZI/AAAAAAAABks/ELpY8dKvu0M/s400/Image203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312298358440782274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkTNhPA6cI/AAAAAAAABlM/0L86GFr1eTY/s400/mememe!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312295751167130114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkQ1wYiOgI/AAAAAAAABjU/UBHC7_gqTIk/s400/DSC05484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love this picture!! Thanks Kelly wahwah(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4663997560527553745?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4663997560527553745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4663997560527553745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4663997560527553745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4663997560527553745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/sahara-sentosa.html' title='Sahara Sentosa.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbkQ2F5uALI/AAAAAAAABjc/Bfe4_ZX3HU0/s72-c/Image174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2121816780050152897</id><published>2009-03-11T21:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:15:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget the surroundings, I only see you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HEYHO, LETS GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Spent today with my Baby~!(: hehe. So, we went to shop for decorations stuffs for our bagpacks. From Queensway to Far East, we travelled. Windowed-shop here &amp;amp; there, bought badges &amp;amp; iron-on thingys. Lunched at Sakura. The wanton noodle is officially no longer available): ugh. Oh well. Dining in with Baby is just the best! HAHA! He makes me laugh so hard please? Damn cute la. hehe(x We share the same wierdness in us(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After Far East, went Wisma &amp;amp; Taka. We were killing time till it was time that I could take my pay from work. The cashier only opens at 4.30pm. So made our way to Shangrila &amp;amp; wanted to surprise Alan but he wasnt there. UGH. I want him to meet Baby but oh well, no fate. So went to collect my pay &amp;amp; then we took transport to Newton &amp;amp; then trained home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mom heated up the spagets that she cooked yesterday. So we had dinner at home, decorated our bags a lill &amp;amp; he had to go off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had fun, really(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He's a great company one can have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; he is my Baby(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Only a few weeks away~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WOOOHOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;cant wait to see you again Baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926061013240866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfAm9PVjCI/AAAAAAAABhs/lSTB_BSjCSs/s400/Image166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926057279603842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfAmvVKxII/AAAAAAAABhk/1MtFrSpz8XA/s400/Image161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311925254838022466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sbe_4CAL8UI/AAAAAAAABhU/6wcYWpUguic/s400/vouge+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311925253758952610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sbe_39-6pKI/AAAAAAAABg8/rb3j31sq3-o/s400/bite+me,+nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I like this one. Its so us! HAHA(x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311925252870033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sbe_36q-0dI/AAAAAAAABhM/4Cuqd9ttk7A/s400/hottie+on+board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I wanna, I wanna touch you! hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311925250355122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sbe_3xTYUrI/AAAAAAAABhE/uZ_2ZOjAch4/s400/enjoying+the+sight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He enjoys watching me squirm when he acts all hot &amp;amp; stuff. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926057657665522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfAmwvTh_I/AAAAAAAABh0/UVCKzuGcKxM/s400/Image168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Terrorists!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311925256468848914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sbe_4IFAYRI/AAAAAAAABhc/rMpwh9nqhoo/s400/Image153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mouth so big!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311944906439824818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfRv57KlbI/AAAAAAAABis/xKZYa5cXXy4/s400/poutypout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry Baby, you got cut off! Not vouge enough la! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311944919249716930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfRwppSBsI/AAAAAAAABi0/s9axPbgwIAM/s400/P1060338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He covered me when I was taking a pic of myself. HAHA! ASSSS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940211475050130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfNen0VbpI/AAAAAAAABik/Vna1VREsbbo/s400/I+bite!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311944922659559330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfRw2WQF6I/AAAAAAAABi8/bDEozVihrHk/s400/P1060340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Told you I bite(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311937598325023682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfLGhE0Y8I/AAAAAAAABic/CEtJTEN7DJU/s400/vintage+yo!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311932853720969650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfGyWDD8bI/AAAAAAAABiM/G1rwTHMcHHw/s400/gorgeous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Gorgeous but he looks so fierce! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not you Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311934315010102770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfIHZxilfI/AAAAAAAABiU/dBFTa-DpTTU/s400/bugspeace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That's more like my Baby. Goofily HOT!(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nownownow! A tribute to my oh-so ADORABLE niece, URSYA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So damn effing cute please??? My mommy &amp;amp; aunts said that she looks like me when i was a baby. hehe(x I FEEL LIKE BITING HEERRRRRR!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926065572981602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfAnOOdq2I/AAAAAAAABh8/-TsSujeM_2k/s400/URSYA!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926062796513234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfAnD4gH9I/AAAAAAAABiE/8XCvTYEaG6k/s400/URSYA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My little Ursya(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2121816780050152897?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2121816780050152897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2121816780050152897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2121816780050152897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2121816780050152897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-surroundings-i-only-see-you.html' title='forget the surroundings, I only see you.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SbfAm9PVjCI/AAAAAAAABhs/lSTB_BSjCSs/s72-c/Image166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4188786093731116425</id><published>2009-03-10T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:36:33.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass half full(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MY JOB IS DONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have served my time at Shangrila. &amp;amp; my ass wont hurt anymore! huhu(x my last day was just plain virus-ed. HAHA. I caught a flu from Ike, the Loyalty Centre manager. She wasnt working on my last day there. I was sneezing all the way throughout those 8 hours working. Gosh. I was so dead, I tell you. Ask Krista, she saw me! HEHEHE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I MISS HER, PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's soooooo goood to see familiar faces again!! Not only Kris but my poolsiders tooooo~! Okayokay, Kris is the main face la k? HAHAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, I got to see everyone of my poolsiders except Reena. Sighhs...nvm. No fate yet. One day we will surely meet. I can feel it. HAHAH!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So planned to go home with Kris at 5, since we both end at 5. HAHA. Visited poolside &amp;amp; had laughters here &amp;amp; there. Alan is an ass. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kris &amp;amp; I took our time getting ready for our boyfriends. YES!! I finally get to meet my Baby! After like 1 week &amp;amp; 2 days not meeting him. Can die laaaaaa. HAHA! Farhan, Kris &amp;amp; I walked out of Shangrila &amp;amp; to the busstop. Farhan &amp;amp; Kris are the most violent couple I know. Okay la, it was Krista who was the violent one. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, Baby was at the busstop &amp;amp; the moment I saw him, I couldnt stop smiling. You girls know what I mean, dont you?? HAHA! I was damn elated(: We seperated from Kris&amp;amp;Farhan at the traffic light since we're gg in different directions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN KRISSSS!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, Baby &amp;amp; I went to Wisma &amp;amp; we walked walked a lill. Then, made our way to Douby by train. &amp;amp; off to our usual playground(: Bought tickets to PUSH. &amp;amp; while waiting for the 7.20pm movie to start, we shopped! Baby bought a black top like Haikel's! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he was SMOKIN' *sizzles* HAHA. He also bought a hat. Its time for him to shop for his own stuffs la, seriously. SOSOSO, we went to buy our usuals &amp;amp; went camwhored a lill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went into the theater, it was time for me to check on the stuff that HE splurged on me. That Sunday itself, he surprised me with ALL SORT OF STUFF. Goooshhhhh! We planned to buy the same bag &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he bought them alr without me knowing!! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I had a feeling that there was more when I took out the bagpack. It kinda feels heavy, &amp;amp; he was playing all innocent on me. HAHA! So okay, I took out his sweater thinking that it was just my imagination. &amp;amp; then I saw a plastic bag inside. Took the contents out &amp;amp; viola! T-shirts!! I told him that I wanted 'the beetles' shirt &amp;amp; there it was! Goshhhhh, I was just speechless. really(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, when I steeped into the theater, my flu came again. So irritating, ugh! Tried hard not to sneeze out loud when the movie started, HAHA! After movie, bussed home. I didnt have the strength to walk sia. Thank God Baby was there. I was like a drunken who couldnt stand on her feet. Reached home &amp;amp; Baby sent me to the doorstep(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thank you for Sunday Baby(: It was really a blast even if flu got the better of me. HAHA. Gonna see you TOMORROW!! Yippe!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, gna upload the pics 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mr maybe. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Havnt edit them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyhooooo, cant wait for Thursdaayyyy!(: hehe. Gonna go SENTOSA with Kelly, Jiahui &amp;amp; maybe Ruiqin &amp;amp; her gang. huhu(x But Bella cant make it): FCUK. Damn sad. nvm, still got holidays. HAHA! MUST GO OUT WITH BEEEEELLLAAAAA!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okok, I gotta clear out my cupboard now. Mommy so noisy q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Toodles~!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4188786093731116425?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4188786093731116425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4188786093731116425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4188786093731116425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4188786093731116425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/glass-half-full.html' title='Glass half full(:'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3078169262763348946</id><published>2009-03-01T15:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:09:52.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AHHHH! got alot to blog about! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;25th Feb 2009, Wednesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th month baby! Heaven yeah! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSO, planned to color our hair at a saloon but it seems that due to some chemicals which makes the colors permanent or stands out, we couldnt do it since it's against our religion laws. So yeah, dissappointed but wth. Baby said to buy the DIY color solutions instead. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, went anchorpoint's saloon which is the one Ive gone to several times before. I wanted to cut my fringe but then my hairdresser said to trim my hair. So I did after a few minutes deciding. Baby got his hair thinned. Yup!&lt;br /&gt;Its usually girlfriends would have such a day out at the saloon. HAHA! Told you Johan's my everything! Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Bestfriend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saloon, we made our way to Marina Square. Had Pizza Hut for linner. Just i time to catch the student promotion. HAHA(x The chicken drumlets are FAB! But they're so small. stingy chef. Had fun stuffing ourselves. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, we went to catch a movie, He's just not that into you. Its damn nice. Very meaningful(: You should catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Baby, time has flew by. I couldnt imagine myself being with you for so long. &amp;amp; look where we are now? haha! I know Im saying this all the time, but thanks a million for everything. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love you..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308171040719460146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SappcAkZVzI/AAAAAAAABg0/CcRV8S45MJE/s400/P1060277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shorter fringe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156204767696930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sapb8cV22CI/AAAAAAAABe8/FjQs3sXe-hw/s400/mybaby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Baby so cute!!(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308152912015297586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapY8x4gjDI/AAAAAAAABeU/Vm9FGPwEM8U/s400/bugs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza hut.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308152917525837362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapY9GaUtjI/AAAAAAAABek/ikKsnqoizxA/s400/DSC01490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: OHHHH, CHICKEN! I smell them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308152916905945250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapY9EGh6KI/AAAAAAAABec/kl4Nf-Staa0/s400/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Baby:OH NO! She's reaching out for it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308152920907836050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapY9TAp6pI/AAAAAAAABes/NBC3fiVoW_0/s400/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby: AHHH! Baby, dont eat it! They're poisonous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me: *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okay lame q-_-p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156205056357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sapb8dardEI/AAAAAAAABfE/XX2hqMFMtIo/s400/now%26forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308152921229745282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapY9UNZ3II/AAAAAAAABe0/wsfgtVADy9c/s400/echos+of+my+everything.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308156223706407202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/Sapb9i5MoSI/AAAAAAAABfc/7ljhz4tO-Nw/s400/P1060302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We look the same meh??? disturbing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166173098257298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SaplArREK5I/AAAAAAAABf0/xyfth8RRtSE/s400/preciousmoment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love-filled silence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166177490835314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SaplA7oVl3I/AAAAAAAABf8/EalcNbX-ckA/s400/stupidtgt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hehe. I love him!(x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166186744962978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SaplBeGsX6I/AAAAAAAABgE/ud-2e3ITsPQ/s400/wierdos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; lets make this last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;28th Feb 2009, Saturday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with my Darling, HANISAHHHH! hehe(x I've missed her soooo much la!!&lt;br /&gt;SOSOSO, Baby&amp;amp;I met Hanie&amp;amp;Izwan at Orchard cotrol station &amp;amp; went to Far East to eat first. The food I ordered wasnt my cup of tea. The sauce its just so thick. But I couldnt waste food. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;After eating walked around since it was pouring outside. But it was only an hour or so we were bored of Far east &amp;amp; so we decided to WALK in the rain. HAHA! My pumps were so eeky inside. YUCK! Gotta buy a new one. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We ventured around Tangs, since Hanie had a voucher but she couldnt find anything nice. Next to Paragon for Hanie&amp;amp;I to camwhore!(: hehe. &amp;amp;then Taka for ICECREAM!! Lemon ice-cream not that bad eh. I dont noe why but I had a craving for lemon ice-cream beside chocolate. haha! So yeah, went home then.&lt;br /&gt;There was a bird drenched in the rain. So poor thing lor. It was shivering. Quite alot of ppl were studying it. If it was possible, I would have taken it home with me. Sighhs. I hope the bird is doing fine now/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup! That was a fun-filled day out with my twinnie! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;WE SHOULD GO OUT MORE HANIE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166963659766802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SaplusVnfBI/AAAAAAAABgs/zRGIpBufhrk/s400/twinnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; its a TWIN! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166956277894690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapluQ1pDiI/AAAAAAAABgk/3ahQzx9xep4/s400/tilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Can see my tummy! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166953239764402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapluFhS3bI/AAAAAAAABgc/6WoFeAIxiRs/s400/stripes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Outfits for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166954902249586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapluLtqYHI/AAAAAAAABgU/I4cvhqllYM0/s400/lifetime3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166168218892226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SaplAZFu98I/AAAAAAAABfk/SvlkVgKIJ5s/s400/commitingsins.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166947288407058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SapltvWYXBI/AAAAAAAABgM/iHYpDizy6m4/s400/goofyVSvouge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hanie! You look so thin in this one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; like a model yo! haha(x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308166165984486178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SaplAQxAoyI/AAAAAAAABfs/u11Jn7kYNa8/s400/favourite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favourite giraffe!!(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3078169262763348946?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3078169262763348946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3078169262763348946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3078169262763348946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3078169262763348946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/03/outings.html' title='outings!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SappcAkZVzI/AAAAAAAABg0/CcRV8S45MJE/s72-c/P1060277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-39092245309770383</id><published>2009-02-23T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:37:37.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a BIRDY~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; FINALLY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its O-V-E-R~!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after what we all have been through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the tears, immense-stress, crazy non-stop laughing[due to stress], calling &amp;amp; msging one another abt our progression of our revisions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We have finally made it out alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, AFA paper sucked. Only Sention C which holds 50marks. Half of my marks are in danger. UGHH.oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Due to lack of practice &amp;amp; all. Was breaking down like mad yesterday. Had holiday mood from Friday onwards. Stayed home on Saturday &amp;amp; mugg. But not all went inside my head. Went out the whole day&amp;amp;aftnn with mommy. Start revision ard 7 plus. &amp;amp; brokedown around 10. Cuz I dont understand somethings. The moment Baby called, the moment I heard his voice, I was wailling in tears. HAHA. imagine la! so embarrassing/: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My mom tot somebody passed away or something. HAHA! She told me to sleep &amp;amp; work more on it the next morning. After talking to my frens &amp;amp; Baby, I went to bed. Woke up at 5am the next morning. It was better since alot were registered(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Thank you Bella, Kelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; Baby for being there for me throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I love you guys(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my plan for holidays areeeeeeeeeee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Spend quality time with Baby, Haikel, Izie &amp;amp; Hanie(: I miss them so fcuking much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Work [I hope I'll find a job soon.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-SHOPPING [when i get a job q-_-p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-GO OUT GO OUT GO OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gotta enjoy holidays now cuz our cher told us that we wont have long hols in Year 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fcuk, attachments!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont want Cheers please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-6pm, 5days per week, Not paid a single cent = WAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lalalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cant wait for WEDNESDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;11th month yo!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay, gna sleep now. GOODNIGHT(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-39092245309770383?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/39092245309770383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=39092245309770383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/39092245309770383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/39092245309770383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-birdy.html' title='Im a BIRDY~!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3666752231799757270</id><published>2009-02-20T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:17:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMH candidate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;LAST PAPER TO GOOOOO~! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AFA, shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im scared please. sighhs...but hey! Im gna study real hard since this is the final paper Im sitting for. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I have something to look forward too anw(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So today, is a distress day. 4days of not meeting Baby. &amp;amp; Ive got to meet him like finally! I miss him so damn much pleaseee. &amp;amp; like always, he made my day(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We trained to Harbourfront &amp;amp; had breakfast. Our usual fave dish. huhu(x&lt;br /&gt;Window-shopped &amp;amp; watch a movie called 'Love Matters'. Ruiqin said its nice. &amp;amp; indeed, it is. Very educational. It sent a message of sex is not eveything. We do not need sex to feel loved. Yupp. Jack Neos's movies rocks! Support local ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, back to my day with Baby. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It feels so good to be in his arms again. reallyreally. He is my pillar of strength, besides mommy. hehs. He knows how to make me laugh, cry, angry, dissapointed, hyper &amp;amp; all that. &amp;amp; sometimes , he makes me hate him &amp;amp; love him at the same time. HAHA. yes, your significant other can drive you up the wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am really praying that he will be my fate for sure. Insyaallah, Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Johan Neil Burhanuddin is driving me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;blabalahbububuwahawkakayayauayhejsbcibs~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;see? crazy liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA, ok sof. stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304835960597160258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZ6QMy8coUI/AAAAAAAABd8/g2p0nMIb8rY/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304835962692506498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZ6QM6wBE4I/AAAAAAAABd0/LLsJIWmxArY/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304835962553895394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZ6QM6O-CeI/AAAAAAAABeE/KttpCmjBshI/s400/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304835964923637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZ6QNDD9bxI/AAAAAAAABeM/QtsL2M7LSUw/s400/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yupppp! that's the guy, right there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The culprit(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3666752231799757270?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3666752231799757270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3666752231799757270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3666752231799757270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3666752231799757270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/imh-candidate.html' title='IMH candidate.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZ6QMy8coUI/AAAAAAAABd8/g2p0nMIb8rY/s72-c/Image042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6086660262669670040</id><published>2009-02-16T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:12:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perservere, thats what KSL taught me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1 DOWN, 3 MORE TO GOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant fcukin wait for this to end. Goshhh..! MicroEcons was a quite difficult &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I forgotten quite alot of things. Shits la. UGHHH! oh well, I just hope I'll pass EVERY SINGLE modules of mine. reallyreally. I do NOT want to retake or sit for supp paper. Oh God, help me pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anw, finally did some shopping today. After paper, went lot1 with Kelly. Shopped at Cotton On! hehe. Eh, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I bumped into Nadia AGAIN! HAHA! I bumped into her during the flea. So shocked when she called my name, I turned &amp;amp; OMG, NADIA! haha! We hugged ever so tightly. Missed her(: She's my primary school friend btw. huhu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At Cotton On this Philliphine bitch cut my queue. Im not being petty ar, but she doesnt even have the courtesy to like ask if im in the line. She just squeezed in, stand so close to the counter. CB. I just gave in &amp;amp; went behind her. I swear, I hate these foreigners. Take up space in Singapore only. You think you have money you big shot is it?! CB, go back to ur country la asss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry, was venting my anger. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So yeah, OHOH! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the hook of the hanger got stuck in my hair! HAHA! I was playing with the hook of the hanger, rubbing it against my head then it got stuck. HAHAHA! wth sof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On Sunday which is yesterday, Baby &amp;amp; I went for picnic at WCP. He cooked some hotdogs, clam chowder, baked beans &amp;amp; mash potatoes. The mash potatoes &amp;amp; clam chowder were rejected. HAHA. Nonetheless, thanks Baby(: &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thanks for the CD toooo! MUACKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409421572408082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl-xS9IgxI/AAAAAAAABc0/6wFQD9kn-EY/s400/P1060231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409421402090418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl-xSUhq7I/AAAAAAAABc8/YPZA23KTHcs/s400/P1060236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409433973614866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl-yBJz6RI/AAAAAAAABdM/pKdW6Lrb5Ow/s400/P1060239.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I put this up just cuz he looks good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA! oh God, I look gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409439116663106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl-yUUAmUI/AAAAAAAABdU/jHpcrHlUwqs/s400/P1060243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303409431223635458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl-x26KjgI/AAAAAAAABdE/FfHyJny9Mko/s400/P1060238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303410278398156994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl_jK4T4MI/AAAAAAAABdc/XUfxYn0kRkE/s400/P1060246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunset is bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303410279922949154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl_jQj2XCI/AAAAAAAABdk/1In9Ee4gzEs/s400/P1060248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303410284590161234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl_jh8mXVI/AAAAAAAABds/5hBrO2g8hos/s400/P1060254.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eventhough the night ended pretty badly, I am still glad that I got to spend 3h with Baby after quite sometime of not meeting up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Despite our tiffs Baby, I still love you..Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6086660262669670040?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6086660262669670040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6086660262669670040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6086660262669670040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6086660262669670040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/perservere-thats-what-ksl-taught-me.html' title='perservere, thats what KSL taught me.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZl-xS9IgxI/AAAAAAAABc0/6wFQD9kn-EY/s72-c/P1060231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2865116430560493909</id><published>2009-02-13T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:00:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy vday sof..not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to skool to study with Kelly today. &amp;amp; we did benefit from it okay. Thanks to Glenn, our pink Doraemon. HAHA. He taught us Stats &amp;amp; now I'm quite okay with it. All Im woried about is MICRO ECONOMICS. asssssssss. So many things to remember, so lill time, lacking of brain cells to store those infos...ARGHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking stress please)":&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this arguement or silent treatment is just not helping me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Valentines for me..I mean, you're not even msging me for a long while..I know Im giving you this attitude again, but cant you just....? Ah, fcuk. I dont want to say anymore. I'll just be locking myself at home with my new boyfriend, my lecture notes. Mom doesnt let me go out 2mr anw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, Valentines sucks big time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling of watching other girls having roses in their hands, chocolates..big smiles on their faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as thought Im in secondary school again, when I have no significant other to celebrate with, ending up all alone while my friends go out with theirs.&lt;br /&gt;But even sec skool days, I do receive chocs &amp;amp; Chrysanthemum tea flowers from Haikel. AHAHAHAHA!!! priceless sia that one!&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhs...those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, Kelly&amp;amp;I went to Bella's since she is so traumatised till she's afraid to step out of the house. Yup. Danie is THE CUTEST!! hehe. took pics of him(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302288062425937074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWC5mmxNLI/AAAAAAAABcc/JDkuoHF7Ki8/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302288057401848306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWC5T47sfI/AAAAAAAABcM/hHci9GBkXtM/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302286667526080178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWBoaMuhrI/AAAAAAAABcE/s_MTKuLyk8Y/s400/DSC05222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cute isnt he? haha.&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;amp;Kelly, meant to be! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he's gna be a rockstar when he grows up!&lt;br /&gt;A guitarist yo! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now for my other dearest irritant, Kel.&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite sometime with him. &amp;amp; I miss him alr.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Kel.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the days(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302288061742376482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWC5kDy5iI/AAAAAAAABcU/nYuM4VINzUE/s400/Image2483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I was wearing so slacky that day.&lt;br /&gt;last minute hor, dont blame me!&lt;br /&gt;Still he was so mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302288065889946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWC5zgpy0I/AAAAAAAABck/qIoMmkuC1qU/s400/P1060224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saturday flea out!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302288071130603314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWC6HCH3zI/AAAAAAAABcs/RAY8TV2254I/s400/P1060228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; my fave thing that I bought!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, thats the pics from these pass few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; tears just keep rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2865116430560493909?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2865116430560493909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2865116430560493909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2865116430560493909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2865116430560493909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-vday-sofnot.html' title='happy vday sof..not.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SZWC5mmxNLI/AAAAAAAABcc/JDkuoHF7Ki8/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-5326096853777435607</id><published>2009-02-05T13:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:32:04.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Factual facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OH YA! I forgot to do this quiz thigy that Hanie told me to. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay, so here it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;B. People who get tagged need to write on their blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;C. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;D. No tag back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. I do not comb my hair. Only once a month? I dont see a need to anw. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Im kinda deaf. Whenever I dont noe what someone is talking about &amp;amp; see them laughing at something, I'll just laugh along or just entertain them by nodding my head or smile. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3.  Im a girl who always give in easily. [Kelly&amp;amp;Bella told me so.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Whenever Im upset or dissappointed, I cannot seem to hide my sad-face. I should start practicing nownownow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Eventhough it doesnt seem like I care, in actually fact I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. I have a short-term memory. Usually ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. I constantly have migranes. &amp;amp; it is so irritating. Im having one now. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8. Music turned on so loud, I sing to the songs trying to reach those high notes whenever Im home alone. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. I love eye make-up but I just dont know how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10. If I have fair skin tone, I will surely dye my hair in rainbow colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;LUCKY PEOPLE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Izie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Haikel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Syafiqah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-Krista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am also sort of people just like Hanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sad life toooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-5326096853777435607?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/5326096853777435607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=5326096853777435607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5326096853777435607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/5326096853777435607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/factual-facts.html' title='Factual facts.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3206011661232373972</id><published>2009-02-04T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:53:42.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams yo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To my beautiful people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am gonna be glueing my face to my lecture notes for the rest of these 10days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Exams are coming &amp;amp; I really have to buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;REALLYREALLYREALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So to my close ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dont be mad if I dont really entertain you or keep in contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll make up to you guys after all of these are over ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LOTSLOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;take care ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll update only if I have the urge to(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3206011661232373972?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3206011661232373972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3206011661232373972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3206011661232373972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3206011661232373972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-yo.html' title='exams yo!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4179679977122623979</id><published>2009-02-04T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:49:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final riot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmp8iFSGLI/AAAAAAAABb8/zwkbQUgQC3M/s1600-h/paramore.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298953293984307378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmp8iFSGLI/AAAAAAAABb8/zwkbQUgQC3M/s400/paramore.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I AM TOTALLY LOVING &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I dont love them since the first time I heard them,&lt;br /&gt;I love them MOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought me the newest Paramore album like a few weeks ago. I was like a child eyeing a candy on the shelve, not getting it. He bought it for me since I got no money to buy it on my own/: I know, pathetic. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Watever it is, THANKS BABY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, totally hooked on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948948724372546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYml_mulVEI/AAAAAAAABbk/UlbrQMP526A/s400/riot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenting, Hailey Williams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948739507757202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlzbVdIJI/AAAAAAAABbc/j7WOOEt7OlQ/s400/paramore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948518659066434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlmknBikI/AAAAAAAABas/Me4O9bzIuj4/s400/hailey+in+chicago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948521246997042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlmuQCOjI/AAAAAAAABa0/G2Kpz9eI5PI/s400/hailey+in+chicago2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want her shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay, now for the one that always catches my eyes during the concert. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Presenting, JOSH FARRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*mesmerized sigh*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxQvNTqI/AAAAAAAABbU/NDiSxNHTCNI/s1600-h/joshfarro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948702303243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxQvNTqI/AAAAAAAABbU/NDiSxNHTCNI/s400/joshfarro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxZHBGdI/AAAAAAAABbM/GVXoAnVik2w/s1600-h/josh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948704550590930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxZHBGdI/AAAAAAAABbM/GVXoAnVik2w/s400/josh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxRJpzwI/AAAAAAAABbE/kO3_dhU0Uyg/s1600-h/josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948702414163714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxRJpzwI/AAAAAAAABbE/kO3_dhU0Uyg/s400/josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948508775701970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmll_ypXdI/AAAAAAAABaU/4HStySQIeA4/s400/farro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948509059453218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlmA2TESI/AAAAAAAABak/666iSEN5adg/s400/finalriotjosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pictures so small q-_-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxd7OWUI/AAAAAAAABa8/-4eT_3f4xoQ/s1600-h/hellojosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948705843304770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlxd7OWUI/AAAAAAAABa8/-4eT_3f4xoQ/s400/hellojosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948950080478194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYml_rx52_I/AAAAAAAABbs/fvCeeZyuB4k/s400/sexyjoshy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hot is that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; the guitar is like Baby's. heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It made my preferences more CLEARER now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Guitarists are &lt;i&gt;hotter&lt;/i&gt; than drummers please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im so glad that im with one now(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; he's the one that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get that, Baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may oogle at celebs but you're still the one I set my eyes on at the end of the day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298948510952778050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmlmH5s6UI/AAAAAAAABac/sDJt2fyI1do/s400/finalriot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARAMORE ROCKS MY GIRL BOXERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[PS: I love wearing my girl boxers. hehe.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2569785131515581661-4179679977122623979?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4179679977122623979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4179679977122623979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4179679977122623979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4179679977122623979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/final-riot.html' title='The final riot!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYmp8iFSGLI/AAAAAAAABb8/zwkbQUgQC3M/s72-c/paramore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3107448492034521024</id><published>2009-02-01T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:24:15.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bridge over troubled water.</title><content type='html'>MORE PICTURES,&lt;br /&gt;these are from Baby's hp(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695277631441570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxyV98iqI/AAAAAAAABZs/y9jSC3TLZGA/s400/save+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695263199918034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxxgNM99I/AAAAAAAABZc/WisDHKRuN5I/s400/rain+me+dry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See how drenched I am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693797863381650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUwcNZv2pI/AAAAAAAABYU/JVm2KucbdNI/s400/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Failed attempt to be sexy when wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694427005304354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxA1I3viI/AAAAAAAABYs/hKnv_lbL9J0/s400/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693797883740834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUwcNemgqI/AAAAAAAABYc/lozBMLZGHKM/s400/DSC01457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694435149197730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxBTehsaI/AAAAAAAABY8/oKABH5C1ec8/s400/DSC01463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694433924676866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxBO6k_QI/AAAAAAAABY0/hQcn0qmPiyE/s400/DSC01462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693793182434898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUwb79uRlI/AAAAAAAABYM/ts6MkFnEVm8/s400/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694426140181410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxAx6nA6I/AAAAAAAABYk/OhR9zTANJGg/s400/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297694437580527074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxBciM1eI/AAAAAAAABZE/6yG7ogejlyI/s400/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693793518043778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUwb9NvQoI/AAAAAAAABYE/UNl3hgRqELg/s400/bridge+over+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693786639532338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUwbjlxgTI/AAAAAAAABX8/Aa_nL7HMbis/s400/boyband,emo,hiphop_picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hip hop meets boyband meets emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695258136535250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxxNV_4NI/AAAAAAAABZM/QLo5JwsxFmQ/s400/more+complex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693090950061874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUvzD8enzI/AAAAAAAABXs/U0voUHxmIFE/s400/%26+i+swear+you+were+the+one..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;action ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long fringe liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxxlrv4_I/AAAAAAAABZk/oG_QBUAVFu8/s1600-h/retard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695264670213106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxxlrv4_I/AAAAAAAABZk/oG_QBUAVFu8/s400/retard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695771872182658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUyPHKHwYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/8HL9fSvNGJU/s400/sweepmeoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxxb-XGWI/AAAAAAAABZU/sVeSMlEy7u0/s1600-h/planked+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695262063925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxxb-XGWI/AAAAAAAABZU/sVeSMlEy7u0/s400/planked+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUv7ySFfKI/AAAAAAAABX0/E9q-EGsfLpI/s1600-h/%26you+were+no+where.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297693240827673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUv7ySFfKI/AAAAAAAABX0/E9q-EGsfLpI/s400/%26you+were+no+where.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695774083550482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUyPPZWjRI/AAAAAAAABZ8/yc165IsWE3c/s400/tower+over+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695775569071394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUyPU7hzSI/AAAAAAAABaE/t8myRebzPnY/s400/upsidedown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297695777053664370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUyPade5HI/AAAAAAAABaM/qJKbgG_UzXo/s400/you+drive+me+wild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOUUUU!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2569785131515581661-3107448492034521024?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3107448492034521024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3107448492034521024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3107448492034521024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3107448492034521024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/02/bridge-over-troubled-water.html' title='bridge over troubled water.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYUxyV98iqI/AAAAAAAABZs/y9jSC3TLZGA/s72-c/save+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-7080824446216840741</id><published>2009-01-30T23:26:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:20:20.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On top of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DISTRESSING, that was what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to school just for the sake of taking back my handphone charger from Tess since she forgotten to return me yesterday. &amp;amp; if I didnt go to school, I wont be able to go out since mom's not working. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Had alone time with Kelly since Bella is sick today. Its good to talk &amp;amp; have sometime alone with one another. So as our friendship will get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me to be 18 hor Kelly! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So yeah, left school at around 1 &amp;amp; off went to meet Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He played a role of the sick worker today. So he can leave work earlier. huhu(x Today, we both are so evil. Gosh. But he was not feeling too well. Well, a little bit only la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for him at Raffles platform for 45mins. I was early since he only end work at 2. Rotted at the train station. Thank God its air-conditioned. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;then, came Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We trained to Commonwealth since our Habourfront plan was thought of too late. We had lunch in a hawker center nearby. &amp;amp; I had my Quiznos Zesty! hehe(x Thx baby. &amp;amp; I treated him to Nasi Ayam Black Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; off we went to HORTPARK. When I saw that oh-so-very tall bridge, I wanted to go there badly. &amp;amp; today, my wish came true(: We walked along the bridge, after the rain stopped after a few minutes. Well, it was drizzling but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It was quite a tiring journey. &amp;amp; when we were halfway there, it started to pour. &amp;amp; my other wish came true. hehe(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We climbed up the hills, walked&amp;amp;walked&amp;amp;walked. Until, finally we reached there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THAT OH-SO-VERY-TALL BRIGDE. I was so damn excited. Hand-in-hand, Baby&amp;amp;I stepped onto the wooden platform. taking in the beautiful sceneries of a cold &amp;amp; drizzly Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gosh, it was amazing. &amp;amp; thats when the distressing began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We spend quite sometime on that bridge after our hard effort of climbing those hills &amp;amp; those walking distances under the pouring rain. Camwhored there. HAHA. It was sooo a must to camwhore la. At around 6.30, we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114544575376626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhnOv4bPI/AAAAAAAABWs/nD-UjFnewsQ/s400/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; it got me mesmerized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only I have a DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMiTIRa-AI/AAAAAAAABXc/piXVz0MD61o/s1600-h/will+you+be+my+valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115298751248386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMiTIRa-AI/AAAAAAAABXc/piXVz0MD61o/s400/will+you+be+my+valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMiKFfzD0I/AAAAAAAABXU/BU6M5kLrBGU/s1600-h/waiting+patiently.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297115143387418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMiKFfzD0I/AAAAAAAABXU/BU6M5kLrBGU/s400/waiting+patiently.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMiBUj_HjI/AAAAAAAABXM/0UaaA83JUZ0/s1600-h/twobodies,oneheart,onesoul..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114992812695090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMiBUj_HjI/AAAAAAAABXM/0UaaA83JUZ0/s400/twobodies,oneheart,onesoul..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMh6LAPjhI/AAAAAAAABXE/IrEXKTYj1H4/s1600-h/sof%27s+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114869987773970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMh6LAPjhI/AAAAAAAABXE/IrEXKTYj1H4/s400/sof%27s+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My shining star(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMh0Y09P_I/AAAAAAAABW8/YQKAPeEO_5M/s1600-h/rained+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114770619318258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMh0Y09P_I/AAAAAAAABW8/YQKAPeEO_5M/s400/rained+on.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhu317ZrI/AAAAAAAABW0/K3LvJy_iUr8/s1600-h/kissmeinthepouringrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114675865675442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhu317ZrI/AAAAAAAABW0/K3LvJy_iUr8/s400/kissmeinthepouringrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhf7MTVnI/AAAAAAAABWk/KYYxkfQTj0o/s1600-h/happiestgirlalive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114419066787442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhf7MTVnI/AAAAAAAABWk/KYYxkfQTj0o/s400/happiestgirlalive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is my genie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhXxnqaTI/AAAAAAAABWc/O47ET-AiJ2g/s1600-h/deadly+adorable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114279058237746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhXxnqaTI/AAAAAAAABWc/O47ET-AiJ2g/s400/deadly+adorable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yes, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhSdSwTdI/AAAAAAAABWU/qvtqx_-WsXw/s1600-h/centre+parting+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114187702488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhSdSwTdI/AAAAAAAABWU/qvtqx_-WsXw/s400/centre+parting+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CENTRE PARTING LA SEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhMB4Sm4I/AAAAAAAABWM/HJ1qJkUpYFA/s1600-h/cant+get+enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297114077264518018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhMB4Sm4I/AAAAAAAABWM/HJ1qJkUpYFA/s400/cant+get+enough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; we just cant get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhAay7GKI/AAAAAAAABWE/3nDkE820-LA/s1600-h/abovethesky_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113877794461858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhAay7GKI/AAAAAAAABWE/3nDkE820-LA/s400/abovethesky_picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMgw8VU4kI/AAAAAAAABV8/f5FFM3iB-6A/s1600-h/%26+there+were+only+us..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113611919221314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMgw8VU4kI/AAAAAAAABV8/f5FFM3iB-6A/s400/%26+there+were+only+us..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were the only souls in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMgpSTCetI/AAAAAAAABV0/2yklX7zTVg8/s1600-h/%26+I+have+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297113480376253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMgpSTCetI/AAAAAAAABV0/2yklX7zTVg8/s400/%26+I+have+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thank you for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You really went out of your way to make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Even if ure wearing jeans since you didnt realized that we were actually hiking. HAHA. But you still went with what I wanted. Thank you Baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; the rain just made this moment better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didnt even care how I looked like, being drenched in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All I care about is that I have you by my side throughout the journey(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am so glad that I shared so much experiences with you &amp;amp; not other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are the reason for the smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2569785131515581661-7080824446216840741?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7080824446216840741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=7080824446216840741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7080824446216840741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7080824446216840741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-top-of-world.html' title='On top of the world.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYMhnOv4bPI/AAAAAAAABWs/nD-UjFnewsQ/s72-c/Image065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2123606578665931360</id><published>2009-01-28T20:55:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:31:28.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'll stop writing the saddest songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKOKOK. I'll stop with the emo posts.&lt;br /&gt;Now, it'll be on a lighter note. Although I dont feel so since tomorrow is my PRESENTATION. FCUK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okokok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll save the swearing for the last part.&lt;br /&gt;this post will just be full of pics which are from quite a long time ago. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'll let these pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now to start things off, on 7th Jan 09, Wed, met up with Izie &amp;amp; Kel to go wcp for photoshoot. Whenever go out with Kel the day cant end without a photoshoot. q-_-p Anw, these are the pics! &amp;amp; yeah, had an awesome time!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334604383068978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBcQvHcozI/AAAAAAAABUk/VO-sJK49dx0/s400/wcpcraze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334385405973442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBcD_XPU8I/AAAAAAAABUU/_jn0Fd4BaYo/s400/painequalsfashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, posing in pain is the 'in' thing in modeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; so Kel said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334492034522882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBcKMld3wI/AAAAAAAABUc/gCypQY4-Of8/s400/sdyneyport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331742472506738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBZqJqzDXI/AAAAAAAABS8/OSpbCv9eWKo/s400/minolta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331534271833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBZeCD45uI/AAAAAAAABSk/OMtw81HVuC0/s400/kelblackwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I TOOK THESE PICS!!(x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296332511581770066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBaW60vEVI/AAAAAAAABTc/5xSGSHTWo7w/s400/wcpflyingfox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296332335598524658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBaMrPD2PI/AAAAAAAABTU/iEKppk_TdpY/s400/iziewcp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296332247603874338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBaHjbgCiI/AAAAAAAABTM/Beg_h5htVX4/s400/izie%26kel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331670605618722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBZl98ZXiI/AAAAAAAABS0/7BzV0jBNLmU/s400/kelwcp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331803427142994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBZtsvg_VI/AAAAAAAABTE/tSpbgYOg0sM/s400/wcpkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331603535948018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBZiEFvaPI/AAAAAAAABSs/COnFsl-P2Xw/s400/kelgalore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is like a brother to me(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after WCP, Izie&amp;amp;I met up with the SC ppl for dinner to discuss for the orientation camp the next day. Which I didnt overnight. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBfG_ys1CI/AAAAAAAABVk/7GRoYHSq-Ws/s1600-h/P1030684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337735595643938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBfG_ys1CI/AAAAAAAABVk/7GRoYHSq-Ws/s400/P1030684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me,Izie,JiaQi,Carissa(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBeoHjhRdI/AAAAAAAABVc/TR2C1W8dvD8/s1600-h/P1030679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296337205103510994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBeoHjhRdI/AAAAAAAABVc/TR2C1W8dvD8/s400/P1030679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SC peeps(: [those who could make it la.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; she served us! First glance &amp;amp; I was so shocked la. PFFT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;whatever. Im over it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This is on Hanie's birthday!! WOOHOO! I hope she had a kicking-ass 19th celebration with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you my twin!(: MUACKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBc-kzsNsI/AAAAAAAABVU/JqAbX5IpNmA/s1600-h/poutgalore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335391889831618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBc-kzsNsI/AAAAAAAABVU/JqAbX5IpNmA/s400/poutgalore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335274418311986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBc3vMTEzI/AAAAAAAABVE/xwbMq28RN3w/s400/ohsocute.jpg" border="0" /&gt; MY BABY; THE CUTEST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335193205202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBczAplXGI/AAAAAAAABU8/3VNq657rzSk/s400/growingold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334263999754930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBb87FvcrI/AAAAAAAABUM/F1rptE-GXPQ/s400/myheartisyours.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333136915553922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBa7UX7XoI/AAAAAAAABTs/bpk2XXLG72M/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333050305086162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBa2RuYgtI/AAAAAAAABTk/51w00TwaFJ4/s400/birthdaygirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My princess(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296331468566919922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBZaNSnevI/AAAAAAAABSc/inQzimMIKUY/s400/kel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; he is MY BITCH!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a good way kel. ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333265309896418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBbCyrhjuI/AAAAAAAABT0/LTywULvz8Pw/s400/iz%26hanie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;HANIE &amp;amp; IZWAN!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBc6yBD4II/AAAAAAAABVM/VTcr3U6VoQo/s1600-h/over+the+platform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335326716092546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBc6yBD4II/AAAAAAAABVM/VTcr3U6VoQo/s400/over+the+platform.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby's idea of posing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! BRRRRRILLIANT!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Kel so vouge. I LIKE!] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296334131000947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBb1LoWs8I/AAAAAAAABUE/aqMBlLRrC9E/s400/model+to+be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My photoshoot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the tunnel yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On Baby's birthday, went to meet up with him after school. We had dinner with his Dad &amp;amp; sis &amp;amp; his stepmom. Had Japanese food. First time in a real Jap place. OMG. The people are just so adorable la! HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Baby got mad when I waved to our chef for the section we sat at. He's like 40 plus la. &amp;amp; I just thought that he is cute. I MEAN, HE IS AN UNCLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKOKOK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335019893845842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBco7A771I/AAAAAAAABUs/Ce-IQMemxJY/s400/Baby%27s+17th+bdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296333655013950562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBbZecNhGI/AAAAAAAABT8/UdjiRDvDtVQ/s400/hoteltoilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the hotel toilet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I cant remember when Baby got his first electric guitar. Its either on the 14th or 15th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anw, he was so psyched! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBctvHI86I/AAAAAAAABU0/gIKoo-s57PM/s1600-h/Baby%27s+first+guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296335102597985186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBctvHI86I/AAAAAAAABU0/gIKoo-s57PM/s400/Baby%27s+first+guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; this one is from yesterday. Baby came by &amp;amp; accompanied me at home(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We YOUCAMWHORED! Damn fun! HAHA. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; theres a vid too. Of us biting each other. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I noe we're weird but who cares? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; that's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330244211609362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBYS8NkDxI/AAAAAAAABRs/sIk69QPrzSI/s400/dont+let+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330771798517938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBYxpoFaLI/AAAAAAAABSE/kBGZQJxazfI/s400/please+hold+on+tight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBY5yglZNI/AAAAAAAABSU/Qi9plC7eZTQ/s1600-h/youcamcraze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330911621932242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBY5yglZNI/AAAAAAAABSU/Qi9plC7eZTQ/s400/youcamcraze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330579343370082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBYmcrM52I/AAAAAAAABR0/PReEeSBSBi8/s400/lovecrazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Love is simply being stupid together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBY12qzTQI/AAAAAAAABSM/d_wHc9xgupE/s1600-h/wearenuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330844019051778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBY12qzTQI/AAAAAAAABSM/d_wHc9xgupE/s400/wearenuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OMG, i have such a long tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296330663753078802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBYrXIC2BI/AAAAAAAABR8/V7zpyP58szs/s400/mygaybaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My gay baby(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; he did something so sweet for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, I was preparing food for him while he did something to surprise me. He was camwhoring alone in the living room. I didnt expect anything until I asked him what he was doing. &amp;amp; he was such a suspicious article at that point of time. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After preparing the food, he showed me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&amp;amp; it brought tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Something so small touches my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296349429649868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBpvrifh3I/AAAAAAAABVs/THc10bvaYYI/s400/bringstearstomyeyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the benefit of those who doesnt get it, he is bringing a message across which says &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'I love you'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Baby, you are just so full of surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2569785131515581661-2123606578665931360?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2123606578665931360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2123606578665931360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2123606578665931360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2123606578665931360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-stop-writing-saddest-songs.html' title='&amp; I&apos;ll stop writing the saddest songs.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SYBcQvHcozI/AAAAAAAABUk/VO-sJK49dx0/s72-c/wcpcraze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4611023632401896434</id><published>2009-01-20T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:47:35.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish Im in a coma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stressed out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cant stop tears from flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After what was said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thoughts which were so strong ran through dead brain cells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she didnt need to hear that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe it is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but coming from her other half broke her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Clueless on what to do now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so many things are in mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&amp;amp; tears just kept on flowing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How she wishes that she is in Reuben's shoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;admitted to the hospital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;having so many people around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;or the best way is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;to just be in a coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sleep &amp;amp; never wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She really doesnt know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what to say or feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There is just a question on her mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is she hurting him more than loving him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm sorry, I just need sometime alone for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Oh God, let me fall sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just wanna take in meds, curl up in bed &amp;amp; just be in a very long sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I dont want to wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cuz it seems that Im a burden to the ppl I love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Take me away, God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4611023632401896434?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4611023632401896434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4611023632401896434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4611023632401896434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4611023632401896434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-im-in-coma.html' title='I wish Im in a coma.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-9037468044425336738</id><published>2009-01-17T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:45:28.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lowest point in life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NO FCUKING MOOD TO BLOG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TOO MANY THINGS TO BE DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;be back whenever.&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/2569785131515581661-9037468044425336738?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/9037468044425336738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=9037468044425336738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/9037468044425336738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/9037468044425336738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/lowest-point-in-life.html' title='lowest point in life.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8572820066848313961</id><published>2009-01-10T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:06:13.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crack the egg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SWd1nEaOQpI/AAAAAAAABOs/rn1-6Jn5tGs/s1600-h/P9250465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289325601429013138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SWd1nEaOQpI/AAAAAAAABOs/rn1-6Jn5tGs/s400/P9250465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; This beautiful girl here, turns 19 in like 3 mins ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NUR HANISAH BINTE ZULKIFLI!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you my twin sister(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8572820066848313961?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8572820066848313961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8572820066848313961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8572820066848313961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8572820066848313961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/crack-egg.html' title='crack the egg!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SWd1nEaOQpI/AAAAAAAABOs/rn1-6Jn5tGs/s72-c/P9250465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6601486436632415412</id><published>2009-01-09T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:56:10.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SC REUNION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For the past 2 days, I've been spending my time with my beloved SC ppl. &amp;amp; it was bliss. Seriously. I havnt seen them in ages! GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7th Jan 2009, Wednesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school I went to meet Haikel at WC market. We went to WCP &amp;amp; had double-choco frappe! SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Izie at Mac &amp;amp; then off we went to photoshoot!(: WE HAD A BLAST camwhoring! Its good to see Izie again. Like FINALLY. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The sun rays from the sunset was really glaring. But it added nice effect to our pics yo! HAHA. The wonders of mothernature. I love God's creations.&lt;br /&gt;Izie&amp;amp;I seperated from Haikel at abt 6 plus to go for our dinner with our SC ppl. We ate at Fish&amp;amp;Co. Laughters were everywhere. There were Fiq, WeiErn,Beel,Carissa,JiaQi&amp;amp;JianPing working there. ESTHATIC BEYOND WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8th Jan 2009, Thursday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt allowed to go to KR camp. Mom was just so naggy. We had a hell lot of arguements these past few days. UGH. Anw, she wanted me to go to my TB aunt's place to send some food. So yeah, I did. &amp;amp; I sneaked in the plan to drop by KR since its near TB. HAHA. So met Izie at bustop &amp;amp; we bussed to KR. Carissa was the earliest &amp;amp; she was at the bustop we were alighting. So we waited for the rest to come by. Camwhored a few &amp;amp; finally Fyda,Adrian &amp;amp; Yas came after spraying their hair black. HAHA. So we entered the school &amp;amp; toured around.&lt;br /&gt;Met a few teachers &amp;amp; we went to meet Fiq at WCPlaza cuz he didnt want to come into the school alone. q-_-p We made our way there, Syu came along &amp;amp; decided to settle down in Fish&amp;amp;Co. since we didnt know where to lepak at. HAHA. WCPlaza is just to classy. There's not even a fast food restaurant. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;So all the 8 of us [including Fiq who came after 30 mins or so], ordered a huge drink. &amp;amp; we passed it around, taking it in sip by sip. HAHA. We were making alot of noise there, I think the workers were irritated by us. But wth? There's not even a soul dining in there. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;After like an hour plus sitting there talking cock, we finally made our way back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we wasted time again waiting for everyone to be able to get into the school. Fiq couldnt cuz of his hair. UGH. KR rules are just so stupid sometimes. q-_-p Friggin irritating.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got in, we went to the parade sq &amp;amp; there I saw this girl who I miss a whole lot. HERLEEEEEEEEEEEN!(: I ran up the stairs &amp;amp; hug her ever so tightly. GOSH. Its been so long. I was about to tear up in that special moment. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Ive successfully met a few other ppl NATE,SUBODH,LEEN,JERLYNN &amp;amp; SYU.&lt;br /&gt;Left at ard 7 &amp;amp; bussed home.&lt;br /&gt;Wished I could overnight with them. Sighs..but hey! I got to meet them anw. Better than nth(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was working &amp;amp; OH-AM-GEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Not gna make any comments.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad that I dont feel any insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[PS: 5 more minutes to SOMEONE'S BIRTHDAY!(:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6601486436632415412?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6601486436632415412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6601486436632415412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6601486436632415412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6601486436632415412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/sc-reunion.html' title='SC REUNION.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1735149695277121729</id><published>2009-01-04T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:03:33.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANNA BE RICH, BITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SWAlqCA7vHI/AAAAAAAABOk/M7pTrYmUwYM/s1600-h/hawaii-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287267366558481522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SWAlqCA7vHI/AAAAAAAABOk/M7pTrYmUwYM/s400/hawaii-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Have you ever wanted so badly to go for an overseas holiday? Be on an aeroplane since you have NEVER EVER been in one in your entire life before? &amp;amp; realizing how pathetic your life is when all of your friends have overseas trips with family or friends, be it to Malaysia or to Australia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pathetic confessions;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have never been on an airplane before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its been 5-6 years since Ive gone to Johor, which is the only place I had ever gone to in my life. Does it even consider as overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Worst of all, do any of you out there think that I can even step out of Singapore when I am not even allowed to go for a chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby told me an exciting news yesterday, but I shld have known that I shldnt even have any hopes of being able to go. I shld have this wow-thats-exciting-but-obviously-I-cant-go mentallity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks of bliss-not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Financial &amp;amp; freedom matters. Mom has been nagging at me non-stop. &amp;amp; this is the first time in a long while I actually want her to go to work quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll just wont get my hopes high on anything anymore, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[PS: Bella, the tix costs 3000bucks btw. To &amp;amp; fro.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/2569785131515581661-1735149695277121729?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1735149695277121729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1735149695277121729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1735149695277121729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1735149695277121729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-weeks-of-bliss-not-happening.html' title='I WANNA BE RICH, BITCH.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SWAlqCA7vHI/AAAAAAAABOk/M7pTrYmUwYM/s72-c/hawaii-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1047658576146563702</id><published>2009-01-03T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:05:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one after another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Paranoia was shot dead. I AM THINKING STRAIGHT NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Met Baby at 4pm just now at DG control station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So happy to see him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He always know how to make me laugh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We did have tiffs &amp;amp; these few days we have A LOT of fights but its okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;everything's resolved now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you Baby(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Btw, on thurs we went for a movie. &amp;amp; we passed through as 18!! Or at least I got pass through as 18. HAHA! Thanks to Baby. The guy at the counter studied me for awhile. Baby &amp;amp; I acted casual. &amp;amp; WE WERE THROUGH!! hahaha! damn elated please, since I know I dont look like an EIGHTEEN year old. q-_-p [PS: 3 MORE MONTHSSS!(x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So we watched College on that very day. Lots of boobs &amp;amp; sex. Was uncomfortable but it became out of hand so I didnt see the point of covering Baby's eyes anymore. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;He saw alot of them before anw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ALL BOYS WATCH PORN. &amp;amp; thats a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I gotta start my revisions. Exams are less than 2 months away. Im seriously slacking my ass off. ANYONE GOT A WHIP? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh fuck, &amp;amp; there are a fcuking lot of projects to be done! FCUKFCUKFCUK. &amp;amp; I only realized it now. ARGHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3 fucking projectssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im dead meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1047658576146563702?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1047658576146563702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1047658576146563702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1047658576146563702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1047658576146563702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-after-another.html' title='one after another.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8520662368396120382</id><published>2009-01-03T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:52:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true? cuz I saw something disturbing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think I cant change the way I am. The paranoid part of me, I cant seem to change it. I hate having these thoughts of bad things that'll happen. For example is it true or is he/she lying to me? It cant be since its too impossible somehow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I AM REALLY HATING THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Skool sucks like as usual. I think it sucks more now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I NEED TO START STUDYING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;damn it, sof! Get your ass going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cracking my brain on what to get them for those big days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I reallyreallyreally hope that I'll be able to get GRRRREAT stuffs for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont want to suck a being their close friend by not giving them anything special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CRACK CRACK CRACKKK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Im just bored now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My heart's jumping around in uneasiness &amp;amp; worry-nes now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[I seriously need Peck Joon. My english is becoming HORRIFYINGLY HORRIFIC.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll try distracting myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;even when I know it wont work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hmmm...maybe I shld read a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKAY DOKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[PS: I SAID HANDS-OFF.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;im having a badbad feeling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OKAY SOF, SNAP OUT OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8520662368396120382?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8520662368396120382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8520662368396120382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8520662368396120382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8520662368396120382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-it-true-cuz-i-saw-something.html' title='Is it true? cuz I saw something disturbing.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8490823940061808869</id><published>2009-01-01T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:25:23.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is heeeeeeeeere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAPPY FREAKIN 2009 BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry for not replying to msgs. My prepaid is out of credit. &amp;amp; it sucks. UGH. Its like every new year I'll compose msgs &amp;amp; send them out to my beloved ones but this year, I cant. What a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So anyway, since I couldnt go out on the night of eve, Baby came over &amp;amp; accompany to countdown through the tele together. HAHA. Party at home tgt with mommy. q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2008 ended on a good note, Thank God. Baby &amp;amp; I had arguements. Glad that everything's okay now(: &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my 2009 started on a good note too. Its just great if you have your significant other by your side, experiencing the end &amp;amp; start of another year of our lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Baby(':&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2009's resolutions is to be a better person, be closer to God &amp;amp; keeping my friendships alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[PS: HANDS-OFF ASSSSS.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8490823940061808869?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8490823940061808869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8490823940061808869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8490823940061808869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8490823940061808869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-heeeeeeeeere.html' title='2009 is heeeeeeeeere!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1542275666041326916</id><published>2008-12-30T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:25:35.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THE PICS ARE JUST SOOOOO UNGLAM. HAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;seriously, the way my guy&amp;amp;girlfriends looked during our 4years in KR, its just HILARIOUS. Goshh, I was looking through quite a whole lot of pics that I took for memories sake &amp;amp; it definitely served that purpose. They are all priceless pictures. &amp;amp; I still kept that one-in-a-million picture in my safe-keep. HAHA. Unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There are so many memories in my brain &amp;amp; I hope they wont fade. I love them to the core. After all that we've been through; arguements, misunderstandings, bitchings, back-stabbing &amp;amp; of course the oh-so sweet memories that we share, even after all those I still love them to the core. REALLYREALLY. I do not want to keep any grudges against anyone cuz staying angry isnt healthy. haha! righhhht, sof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANYWAY, I just hope to have a reunion soon. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My new year's eve is gna be a boring one, I guess. Gta stay at home since I cant go out. UGHHH! But at least Baby's gna accompany me to watch fireworks through tele...with mommy. q-_-p HAHAHA. Oh well..I hope it doesnt suck that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PRAYING FOR THE BEST(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1542275666041326916?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1542275666041326916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1542275666041326916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1542275666041326916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1542275666041326916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/memory.html' title='MEMORY.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8191289766571912724</id><published>2008-12-27T21:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:23:28.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Watched movie with Baby today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; having him by my side is like my kind of &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing out loud &amp;amp; dancing in public while listening to songs over earphones/headphones,&lt;br /&gt;dining in with him in the Nasi Ayam Penyet restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; watching him sweat over good food just like when he sweats when he's holding my hand in his,&lt;br /&gt;watching him hicupping when he had that spicy sambal belacan which causes me to giggle,&lt;br /&gt;him drawing me in closer to him with his strong arms protecting me,&lt;br /&gt;him kissing my forehead &amp;amp; hand,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; him knowing the times whenever Im bothered or deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE DO NOT GO ON ANY FURTHER. IT WILL JUST RUIN YOUR DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWILIGHT &amp;amp; PETER PAN REVIEWS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, I was still in a trance, thinking of how sweet the romance is between the vampire &amp;amp; the human. Love doesnt take into consideration on what kind of species you are, in the story that is. HAHA. In real life, it doesnt matter your size, age[depends on the age gap], race, color, hair..whatever the differences are. Love is blind apparently.&lt;br /&gt;But there is always something trying to tear this love apart. &amp;amp; the question of whether it will break apart, it depends on how strong this love is. But sometimes, the strongest will of love is setting your significant other free.&lt;br /&gt;From the movie, the vampire had the will to stop himself from sucking too much of the human's blood. The human blood is his A-list drug but with the strength of his love for the human, he stopped himself.&lt;br /&gt;As for Peter Pan, it's about young love. You are never too young to fall in love. The part after Wendy gave Peter a kiss on his lips, when Peter brightens up &amp;amp; shot into the air..I wish I have that kinda impact on my significant other. To have such meaning behind my kisses which give life to him &amp;amp; to see him brightening up further brings such a rush of happiness &amp;amp; joy in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love romantic fantasy movies, &amp;amp; it always gets me wishing to be in one. But the world is a cruel place, which I realized quite sometime ago. What Im going through really is just full of challenges &amp;amp; complications. My mind is a scary place to be. So vampires who read minds, beware. haha, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I dont feel any happiness in me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Im just so lost, broken &amp;amp; confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, I know you can feel that something's bothering me. &amp;amp; yes, there is. I dont want to say anything cuz Im afraid of screwing things up for both of us. I dont want to lose you, but for the past few days...it feels that I have lost you.&lt;br /&gt;Im suffering inside. I am. I just cant bear to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a hell lot of hellish thoughts, you have no idea. That incident that you told me never happened, well, it keeps running through my head. I cant stop it, Baby. I just cant.&lt;br /&gt;It will affect our future, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; also, by the way you're treating me now..I think I have lost it all. That's why Im confused by your meaning of 'ending the day with something good'. You should change your perspective of things.&lt;br /&gt;You're worth every heart beat &amp;amp; I do not want to let you go, ever.&lt;br /&gt;But...can we think of how things will turn out for real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8191289766571912724?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8191289766571912724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8191289766571912724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8191289766571912724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8191289766571912724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/secrets.html' title='Secrets.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4196424009537990689</id><published>2008-12-26T20:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:06:17.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Christmas Sizzles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;25th Dec 2008.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The day started with a dilemma of what I should wear to match with Baby's outfit. HAHA. What a start huh? I thought of wearing a new top I bought but I had second thoughts since Baby will be the Hot one for the day. So gotta match with his level of hotness. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So Baby came over to my house &amp;amp; I showed him the outfit. Of course it didnt match. So I changed to the black dress.&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop is to The Cathy. We watched Bedtime Stories &amp;amp; the guinea pig is SO DAMN CUTE. haha! Serious seh. The eyes freakily big. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's Christmas day so they were a whole lot of people at the malls. Quite alot with Santa hats. I've got a candy cane but I didnt like how it taste. :/ Still got half of it left.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call Kel to be our photographer for the day since Baby is smokin' hot with his blazer &amp;amp; all. Couldnt take my eyes off him. HAHA. Kel joined us at ard 5 at Vivo. We had Swensens dessert. I said things which causes Baby to misunderstand. HAHA. Seriously funny pls? For eg. 'I give you a good one, if you give me a good one,' I said to Kel. &amp;amp; Baby was like,'Give a good what? What are you guys talking about?' HAHAHA. His expression is damn priceless la! Btw, ppl with dirty minds like us three, will know what it actually means. So yeah, think out of the box ppl!(x&lt;br /&gt;Went off around 7 plus &amp;amp; trained home. Baby &amp;amp; I stopped at Tiong Bahru or Tanjong Pagar, I cant remember to by mommy KFC. &amp;amp; Kel trained home all the way to Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Haikel for dropping by(: I love you so very much. MUACKS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I WANT PICS QUICK! hehe(x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Our 9th is a great one. But there were tiffs in the middle of the day. Cant run away from it. Haha. All-in-all, it was great(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks Baby. 3 more months!!(x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284107249102913122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTri_HYfmI/AAAAAAAABNs/l7xUgCHfACw/s400/this+is+where+you+want+to+be.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284111703685476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTvmRuoLtI/AAAAAAAABOE/z71VzE4wcQM/s400/try+to+forget+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284109021529114738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTtKJ6uCHI/AAAAAAAABN8/MS6vKjCMmH4/s400/%26+im+forced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284108798076921442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTs9JfkJmI/AAAAAAAABN0/wQTQXakgmDw/s400/when+im+gone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284100689893906562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTllMKF2II/AAAAAAAABNc/Pyva-wG9G7s/s400/im+not+sorry+at+all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284106747377596274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTrFyCvt3I/AAAAAAAABNk/c0I4nGSgnb4/s400/i+want+it+to+be+true.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284112795326324050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTwl0aFnVI/AAAAAAAABOc/Sfwqz2QI2iQ/s400/P1060197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284112424679534514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTwQPpAb7I/AAAAAAAABOU/KwhS1szGS-c/s400/P1060174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284112111096043746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTv9_c4GOI/AAAAAAAABOM/trtEVFQHQtM/s400/P1060166.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He looks oh-so good from above(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284097895452639266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTjCiDYACI/AAAAAAAABNM/n7-TsKBryag/s400/pout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284095725383781042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVThEN6pCrI/AAAAAAAABNE/WAN4J64lCzc/s400/%26+the+cutest+hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284100002716769154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTk9MOS24I/AAAAAAAABNU/1wvUBau0rZk/s400/%26+this+is+how+love+looks+like.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284094317541985986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTfyRTADsI/AAAAAAAABM8/uCyHPC1OO9Y/s400/P1060165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I was mesmerized by my boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4196424009537990689?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4196424009537990689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4196424009537990689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4196424009537990689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4196424009537990689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-sizzles.html' title='*Christmas Sizzles*'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SVTri_HYfmI/AAAAAAAABNs/l7xUgCHfACw/s72-c/this+is+where+you+want+to+be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2488680977095664446</id><published>2008-12-24T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:59:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SC outing is today actually,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; I CANNOT GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I miss those bunch of people to the maximum core PLEASEEEE??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;)))':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just so sad right now. Sighhs, gta layan my mommy. Go Ikea, waited for her fren so that we can exchange a few furnitures since she got a lorry...but didnt in the end. Sighhs, I wna go badly laaa. walau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, as far as i know NP has a 3week holidays while NYP has only 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can you say, 'fcuk you NYP?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;sighhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have yet to touch any books, &amp;amp; i have an ICA on nxt Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Say it again please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'fcuk you NYP'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PS: Am I gonna get caught if I post this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2488680977095664446?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2488680977095664446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2488680977095664446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2488680977095664446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2488680977095664446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/bummers.html' title='Bummers.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-3846932518830471812</id><published>2008-12-22T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:04:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Bride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bloghopping for a moment there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Read posts of family time, spending hols with one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My only family is my mother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's the one who took care of me since the day I grew in her tummy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's the one who went to the hospital alone to give birth to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's the one who raised me till this moment of my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's the one whom I always quarrelled with,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's the one who makes me laugh,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; she's the one who loves me more than anyone else in this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even though I have a small family, I dont complain cuz I know that this very soul who has put her life in danger being in labour is more than enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love you, mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gonna go interview a manager over at Tully's for Principles of Managment project with Kelly &amp;amp; Jonathan later. Dont really have the mood to, honestly. First day menses, ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fcuk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything doesnt feels right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; she has every right to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am changing for the worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;keep away from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-3846932518830471812?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/3846932518830471812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=3846932518830471812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3846932518830471812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/3846932518830471812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloghopping-for-moment-there.html' title='Runaway Bride.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8260562641137022985</id><published>2008-12-18T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:34:08.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Trouble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So today was a triple date day for Hanie, Kris &amp;amp; I. But before meeting up with them &amp;amp; their significant others at 12.30pm, I accompanied Baby to get his injection that is required for his job.&lt;br /&gt;First we planned to meet up at 10.30am. &amp;amp; so I called him at 10.15am to check if he's still sleeping since he didnt reply my free online msges. HAHA. &amp;amp; yes, my poor-too-hardworking-boyfren-who-is-too-stubborn-to-listen-to-me is still snoring away. HAHA. But I cant deny that he sounds cute in his just-woken-up way of talking. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Like Minds ppl. hehehe(x I love you Baby! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided quite awhile ago before calling him that I should just make my way to West coast if he wasnt up yet, &amp;amp; so I did.&lt;br /&gt;Bussed there &amp;amp; damn I missed that long-emo ride! The wheater today was brilliantly windy! Clear blue sky, sun is out &amp;amp; the wind complements the heat. SHIOK SIA! So anw, I did alot of thinking in the bus. Its been long since I've had an alone time during a bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom words were ringing in my head. She is such a skeptic about love. I dont blame her since after what she has been through. But she's kinda passing it on to me too. Its like Im starting to think like her.&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard having a boyfriend, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;There's 3 issues you have to think about; religion, mom &amp;amp; possible outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I just wished that Im single until I reach the age when I decide to settle down, so as to not commit any sins, mom wont have to NAGNAGNAG &amp;amp; I dont have to worry so much on the devillish thoughts or sluts stealing my boyfren or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Im just tired of having to balance things out, trying to do things the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The only thing I want is to just GET MARRIED &amp;amp; LIVE TOGETHER WITH MY SIGNIFICANT ONE. So as to not worry about whatever rules Im gonna cross, Mom wont have to NAGNAGNAG since I get to see him each &amp;amp; every day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; about the cheating part...im not too sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SEE?! SEE?! My mind is narrowed by my mom! OMGGGG. I think Baby is getting sick &amp;amp; tired of me saying about the bad 'what if(s)'. He had to repeat his words OVER &amp;amp; OVER again. &amp;amp; he gets angry &amp;amp; frustrated when I go paranoia about it. Sighhs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing those birds fly from the window pane of the bus was just peaceful. I really wanted to be a bird at that moment. I just wanna fly freely without a care about the world. Imagining me &amp;amp; my group of friends, flying wherever we want to...there's no need for money...just food of course. Yeahh..isnt that blissful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well, Im still human anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So reached WC &amp;amp; we trained to Orchard. The wait for injection was long laaaa. I was afraid of being late for the movie. So at around 12.20-12.30pm, Baby got his jab &amp;amp; we bussed to The Cathy. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We were the first to reach. q-_-p so much for being afraid. HAHA. Hanie&amp;amp;Izwan actually ran la! HAHA. So Kris&amp;amp;Farhan were the LATEST ones, so we bought the tix for them first. &amp;amp; then found out that they are at Cathy Cineleisure Orchard! SMART ASS. HAHA. So we went in for the movie first. After like10 to 15 mins of the movie, they came in. WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Angus, Thongs &amp;amp; Perfect Snogging ROCKS! I love the movie! Its like the same as Juno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Still have Twilight, Yesman, Bedtime Stories to watch. Hope to watch Twilight with Izie(: Double! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After the movie, all the 6 hungry souls went to Mac &amp;amp; had their lunch. LIKE FINALLY. Ate, talked, laughed just like old times(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Kris had to go off first after that &amp;amp; Hanie,Iz,Baby&amp;amp;I went to the park &amp;amp; walk around. Baby&amp;amp;I ended up with a tiff again. &amp;amp; that was the 2nd or 3rd one for the day. UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever we do or say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;However different we may think things through,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what I thought of you, the things you said that hurt me, I just cant seem to hate you. Not that I want to la. HAHA. But seriously Baby, you drive me crazy. From being loved, to pissed, to hurt, to sad, to melt mode..WTH ARE YOU DOING TO ME? HAHA. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are still my knight in shining armor, you are still my oh-so-hot-over-sensetive-giNORMOUS-strong boyfriend. Im a sucker for you too now, apparently(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, Baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8260562641137022985?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8260562641137022985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8260562641137022985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8260562641137022985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8260562641137022985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-today-was-triple-date-day-for-hanie.html' title='Triple Trouble.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8610548237964948143</id><published>2008-12-17T10:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:59:04.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays babeh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I AM BACKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hehe. Been either too lazy or busy to update. Sorry ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Friday, 12th Dec 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went to school for the sake of attendance for tutorial which is the first thing on every Friday. &amp;amp; then, skipped lecture so that I could spend time with my darling Hanisah(: Its been so long since we've met up. Goshh. I've missed her so much pls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fetch her at yew tee around 12.30. &amp;amp; it was SO GOOD to see her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Trained to City Hall &amp;amp; made our way to Marina Square. Didnt miss any second of catching up with eachother. We did our usual routine whenever we go out; camwhore(: JYEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Decided to bring her to Jo's workplace at Raffles. So yeah, went there &amp;amp; somehow it wasnt a good sight at that moment. Felt so sad &amp;amp; afraid. Only Hanie understood how I felt at that moment. Oh well. Then we went back to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Esplanade after &amp;amp; sat by the river. Had a heart-to-heart talk. As what Kel would say, 'jiwa-jiwa'. *roll eyes* HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sat there for quite sometime, enjoying some peace with my long lost closest one(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There were hundreds of floating white beach balls on the river. &amp;amp; that sight is somehow magical. We didnt realize that there was a booth which is giving out these plain white beach balls to people who wishes to write their new year's resolution until we walked pass it. I asked whether its free, &amp;amp; yes! It is! HAHA. Cheapskate, I know. We are 2 broken souls okay? Anw, we took one small one &amp;amp; write on it. We did so while waiting for Izwan to come. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;That moment is just so priceless. Really. It was like the moment when I got to watch the fireworks. I wouldnt change it one bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but yeah, it does sucks when ur own boyfren isnt there on these kind of occasions. Oh well. He's working till late anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Izwan came &amp;amp; we went off after we're done decorating. Those 2 are THE CUTEST la! Its like 2 teddybears enjoying eachother's company. HAHA. I couldnt stop smiling(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They went off first since Hanie had to go off. They accompanied me to Raffles &amp;amp; they took the train back home while I was left to wait for an hour's time for Baby to end work. Was frustrated la &amp;amp; yeah, we ended up having a tiff. q-_-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280605561242710290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh6x7TS8RI/AAAAAAAABLc/fbZpjhN4T4c/s400/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280605798627236050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh6_voLWNI/AAAAAAAABLk/434Lk95hkgI/s400/DSC01228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280605977556986434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh7KKMWqkI/AAAAAAAABLs/bbRkeG5T1SE/s400/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My darling(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280606174123693490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh7VmdglbI/AAAAAAAABL0/gg18T9ETE_s/s400/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280606505981212082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh7o6ugdbI/AAAAAAAABL8/l7wwqNBBv-0/s400/DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The 2 teddybears! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;not clear ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280607236923102482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh8TdsolRI/AAAAAAAABME/fHOIfKPBfKM/s400/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280609674675281682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh-hXCC3xI/AAAAAAAABMM/pNtiS2mpLcU/s400/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; another special moment together(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280610216857832738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh_A60cDSI/AAAAAAAABMU/M02xorkzYYg/s400/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280613184764483826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUiBtrIhmPI/AAAAAAAABMs/QW7RofvOM2c/s400/P1060145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280611392427667490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUiAFWKIMCI/AAAAAAAABMk/04jZzGy7sRM/s400/HandS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280610586807982914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh_Wc_bW0I/AAAAAAAABMc/Z_wzxelFd6o/s400/xoxo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; I will always love her(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sunday, 14th Dec 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Decided to ask my mom to ask Baby over for lunch. &amp;amp; he only came at 5 plus since he had work. I know, I know. I gotta adapt to things now. He's working &amp;amp; I gotta understand. yesyesYESSSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So mommy cooked mee goreng &amp;amp; its been soooooo long since she cooked that! Goshhh. But it still taste as good as before(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After that we went out. Decided to bring him to Esplanade since he was down cuz he couldnt share that moment with me. But when we were there, there wasnt any balls left. HAHA. So we just sat down, talked &amp;amp; watched a lill bit of performance. &amp;amp; then we went for a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quarantine is SCARY LA! walau! The starting is boring but when it comes to the scary part, it is scary! haha. wth am I talking?&lt;br /&gt;Anw, after the movie, it was around 10.30pm &amp;amp; most of the shops in Marina was closed. &amp;amp; imagine after watching such horror movie, we were walking in an empty &amp;amp; quiet mall. HAHA. Disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tuesday, 16th December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;This day was a photoshoot day!! Went out with my Hanie &amp;amp; Haikel(: Its been long since I've seen Kel too. So the color code was black. &amp;amp; so we have to dress in all black. Kel made me his model &amp;amp; I felt like a guinea pig la. He accessoried me with oh-so huge shades, scarf, hat...UGH. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it wasnt fair cuz Hanie didnt get to be tortured! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We went to Orchard &amp;amp; ate the Nasi Ayam Penyet. YUMMM. Love the happy soda(: Walkwalk around town for awhile. Then, off to Raffles to Baby's workplace. AGAIN, I know. haha! So yeah, chilled at Tully's &amp;amp; thats when Kel started his photoshoot. q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It is really difficult for one to balance her attention among her beloved friends &amp;amp; boyfriend. Really. Esp when it's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It always end up horriby. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; those words you spat out, you dont know how much it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I couldnt believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After walking around Raffles, Hanie had to go off &amp;amp; meet up with her Mom. Waited for Izwan for awhile to arrive at the control station. Kel, Hanie &amp;amp; Izwan went off towards Boon Lay while Baby&amp;amp;I went off to Douby Ghaut to catch a movie. Yup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&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/2569785131515581661-8610548237964948143?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8610548237964948143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8610548237964948143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8610548237964948143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8610548237964948143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-babeh.html' title='Holidays babeh!!'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SUh6x7TS8RI/AAAAAAAABLc/fbZpjhN4T4c/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-859160481153896664</id><published>2008-12-04T08:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:29:15.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain damaged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, yesterday was just a damn pitiful day for me. Early morning suddenly had a terrible flu. Went to class &amp;amp; AFA cher shoot me with saddening comments. Apparently I got the lowest marks in AFA ICA1. No failures but she's still not happy with our marks since it was an easy paper. Yeah, I know, dumb me. q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I couldnt care less about it since I was too preoccupied with my sneezes. HAHA. I look dead la can? no kidding. The whole day I was like a zombie, freakin lifeless one walking. Went for lunch with my dears &amp;amp; then went home. Skipped lecture cuz I couldnt take it alr. Train ride was smooth until there was this aunty freaking attitude. Keep pucshing me out of the way. HELLO? The wasnt any space for me to move? Then she purposely pushed me HARD with her shoulder-action-bumming technique. Like I said, I was too dead to care. I just frowned at her like she was at me. SLUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So reached home, changed, took med &amp;amp; slept. From 1.30 to 5pm. Shiok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mommy came back after awhile &amp;amp; she asked me to go to private doc. I agreed since I wanted to ask about my brain too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The doc told me that its just due to emotional or physical stress that I have these out of the blue headache. &amp;amp; this headache I tell you, damn pain lor. Its like a squeezing action. She told me that if it occurs in a same spot then its serious. As for me, its only happening at 2 spots. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Went home, took med &amp;amp; sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now, I gta start on my EffCom ICA2. &amp;amp; also my stats survey qns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-859160481153896664?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/859160481153896664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=859160481153896664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/859160481153896664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/859160481153896664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/brain-damaged.html' title='brain damaged.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-4923219210739097174</id><published>2008-12-01T23:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:31:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap-tivate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Okay so, I have been MIA-ing for the past God knows how many days. Been &lt;b&gt;damn lazy&lt;/b&gt; to blog laaa. The previous blogskin arent giving me any inspiration to blog anw. So now, Im gna try to play ard with the html &amp;amp; edit my blog nicely. hehe. It pays to have these kinda module(: Anyway, Im gonna retrace you back to the past few days which were interesting to me. Here I go...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, 28th Nov 08.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning started with meeting up with Baby at Queenstown platform. There were a few policemen or somewhat of a policeman at the platform, whatever you call them.&lt;br /&gt;So in actual fact, you cant happily stay at the platform for as long as you like. &amp;amp; these policemen were having their eyes on us until one of them came up &amp;amp; ask us if we're waiting for someone. HAHA. I was damn scared lor. They have guns for God's sake. Sheeshh. We were there from like 8 am. &amp;amp; planned to stay on till ard 8.40am. However it was only 8.30 when I couldnt stand it &amp;amp; I wanted to go off.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah, I know Im a coward. q-_-p&lt;br /&gt;So left there, me going on to the train towards jurong while Baby took the one towards Bugis. Arrived at jurong ard 8.45am. Had to wait for Bella for like 30 freaking minutes. Ugh. HAHA. Its not her fault la. I was the damn early one.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, between that 30mins, I saw someone. He looks familiar. I knew who he was but was to afraid to smile to the wrong person if he is not who I think he was. HAHA. So i was watching him. This guy was talking to himself la. HAHA. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then he stood across me. After a few seconds, he went inside the middle train, smiling. &amp;amp; then he sat next to someone &amp;amp; started to talk. He said something &amp;amp;...&lt;b&gt;BINGO&lt;/b&gt;!! There she was, smiling&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; waving at me. HAHA. Could see her shock face with my short sighted eyes. So damn elated to see her happy once again(:&lt;br /&gt;The train left &amp;amp; I was still waiting for Bella. Easily bored out of my witts from reading micro lecture notes, I watched the people around me. &amp;amp; I spotted a couple in the same colored shirts. The girl was on the phone &amp;amp; the guy with his PSP. The guy was so engrossed in his PSP that he took like 5mins to freaking move from the spot that his standing at to the place where his girlfriend is sitting.&lt;br /&gt;He was like taking little steps forward &amp;amp; stopped to continue with his PSP. &amp;amp; did the same the second time. q-_-p&lt;br /&gt;Having a boyfriend with a PSP at hand is totally despised by me. They will only entertain their PSP instead of us. Asssss. But if they do include us while playing the game then its acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Bella finally came &amp;amp; we got on the middle train to yck. A fats-jiggling trip, that is. HAHA.Recieved a text msg from Alex Choo, which is our PEM. We had to stay back for a class meeting at 4. So as most for you know, my class has a major conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I tell you, after the talk we had with those people, it was like oh-so pointless. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, screaming at us didnt prove anything but your true colors. Thank you very much btw. We arent deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that face of yours, damn pretty. UNTIL, you gave us the biacthed up face.&lt;br /&gt;Twisted stories to cover your bullshit? WOW, but I dont think we are that dumb. &amp;amp; you are the star of this.&lt;br /&gt;All we have to do is to just stay happy with what we have. So what if they conquer? Its okay, really. We are glad we arent in their spells. We will still be the ecstacy-high-filled-with-laughters clique. THANK YOU(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; after what was lost, something special was gained.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No use crying over spilled milk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just have to prove it to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I'll walk away for sure..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasnt special at all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until I saw honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 29th Nov 08.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my religious class, went home ard 3.30pm since I have dinner plans with Sammy, LY &amp;amp; WeiErn. Hanie &amp;amp; Matthew couldnt make it so left us. So damn excited la(: Its been &lt;b&gt;SO DAMN LONG&lt;/b&gt; since we've last met. Goshhh.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after a few changes in plans, met up with Sam &amp;amp; LY at Queenstwon platform at 7pm. Was smiling all the way from the moment I saw them(:&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Orchard &amp;amp; met Wei Ern at Far East. HAHA. Sam &amp;amp; LY are serious Orchard noobs. After we met WeiErn, we went up to Sakura &amp;amp; dine-in. Had the usual fave wanton noodle. YOU SHOULD TRY IT. *&lt;i&gt;slurp&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Got to know alot of funny incidents from them. &amp;amp; I nearly choke on my noodle. They are a funny bunch. Miss those secondary school days. Esp Student Council. WHEN IS THE GATHERING MY DEAR SC??&lt;br /&gt;Okay, side-tracking. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner walked to Taka &amp;amp; sat near the fountain. There were alot of celebrations for the festive season. Kinda packed with people. Saturday night at Orchard, duhh. We sat, talked &amp;amp; camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;You better stop your habit pls? For own good. We people love you, that's why we are nagging. Seriously. Stop harming yourself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9, I had to go off cuz it was getting late. Im not use to having a night life, mind you. So I persuaded them to go off with me &amp;amp; take the train together. &amp;amp; those gentlemen did so. Thank&lt;br /&gt;you(:&lt;br /&gt;The day was really filled with smiles &amp;amp; laughters. It was &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; nice to see you guys again. I love you all(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274854387974877586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQMHlUnMZI/AAAAAAAABK8/cWuNvDQeE-Y/s400/smoker.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Wei Ern(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274858936027350114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQQQUI0hGI/AAAAAAAABLU/pIRAplwQkEM/s400/sammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Samuel(:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274857353426281522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQO0MfUpDI/AAAAAAAABLE/a6ppa0_IHbA/s400/Ly+noseless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Liyun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274851508042811170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQJf8vTRyI/AAAAAAAABK0/ZIdZjZA4VfY/s400/sammy+retard.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274858401334727298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQPxMQKkoI/AAAAAAAABLM/0zYMko-ZjEI/s400/DSCF0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A happy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 1st Dec 08.&lt;/u&gt; [today]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School....B-O-R-I-N-G. UGH. What a &lt;i&gt;drag&lt;/i&gt;. Mugged for POMGT ICA test just now since yesterday was a failure for me to urge myself to study. &amp;amp; still, nothing didnt quite get into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, that happened to most of my friends. HAHA. I guess we are too tired of school &amp;amp; life at the moment. Sighhs. I hope I'll pass it somehow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, after school we went to Cosway Point to celebrate with Chloe. My dear Chloe is alr SEVENTEEN with effect from yesterday(: YAY!! So had ljs &amp;amp; we walked around. Camwhored quite a bit. &amp;amp; a few of them had to get some stuffs for themselves. Jiahui left first cuz she has curfew [for once].&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us went to search for cakes for the birthday girl. HAHA. Bought McCafe cheesecakes since it was a chore to let the birthday girl choose. HAHA. Of cos la, must have some modesty. So we decided to lie to her &amp;amp; told her that we're buying the cake &amp;amp; let her bring home &amp;amp; eat. HAHA. That made her even sadder. But of cos, we wouldnt do such a thing. She had gone through&lt;br /&gt;enough of misery on her birthday itself.&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta go since I dont want my mommy to scold me. So left around 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great time Chloe(: Sorry if it wasnt quite a surprise. Love you(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274844056212824946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQCuMglY3I/AAAAAAAABKU/Uw743BZrSxA/s400/DSC04704-tile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274845994821822834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQEfCY_KXI/AAAAAAAABKs/klOyutrLdF8/s400/pretty+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274844257107707938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQC545qCCI/AAAAAAAABKc/SjcAPKgV1HY/s400/DSC05814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274844438693536178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQDEdXF4bI/AAAAAAAABKk/AiFoF-JJw90/s400/DSC05819.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;From top left: Jia Hui, Kelly, Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bottom left: Bella, Tess &amp;amp; Chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-4923219210739097174?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/4923219210739097174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=4923219210739097174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4923219210739097174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/4923219210739097174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-i-have-been-mia-ing-for-past.html' title='Recap-tivate.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/STQMHlUnMZI/AAAAAAAABK8/cWuNvDQeE-Y/s72-c/smoker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-500614397292555176</id><published>2008-11-24T21:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:03:35.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flimshow tribute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tribute to my loved ones;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272222796152733362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqysx1mfrI/AAAAAAAABC4/q4wCLyKpxAw/s400/Closest+ones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yeah, I know. Sometimes I dont give you guys much attention, but you guys are the most important people in my life. No bullshit. Dont ever leave me, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Izyan Liyana Binte Mohd Rashid, Nur Hanisah Binte Zulkifli, Mohd Haikel Bin Mohd Shah;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; You guys mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272224021705451874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqz0HYI6WI/AAAAAAAABDw/396VHNv_jfI/s400/We+rock+our+world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223895828285074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqzsycrxpI/AAAAAAAABDo/6Vqnil3fH8I/s400/never+be+replaced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223780450222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqzmEoaQKI/AAAAAAAABDg/FMiqSUnhGmU/s400/look+into+my+eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqzYAIZ_rI/AAAAAAAABDY/2UwZCOEIzAY/s1600-h/eyeballs+check.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223538724077234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqzYAIZ_rI/AAAAAAAABDY/2UwZCOEIzAY/s400/eyeballs+check.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Eyes, check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqzSU9FIuI/AAAAAAAABDQ/gmLqxEMvwiM/s1600-h/DUMB+%26+DUMBERER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223441234502370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqzSU9FIuI/AAAAAAAABDQ/gmLqxEMvwiM/s400/DUMB+%26+DUMBERER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all about being stupid together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqy7bZbeLI/AAAAAAAABDI/03zzq69E1qs/s1600-h/camel-lised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272223047827028146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqy7bZbeLI/AAAAAAAABDI/03zzq69E1qs/s400/camel-lised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;My very own camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqy1bXEPII/AAAAAAAABDA/KLB_nnrjzw4/s1600-h/a+state+of+bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272222944737901698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqy1bXEPII/AAAAAAAABDA/KLB_nnrjzw4/s400/a+state+of+bliss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272235259461605170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSq-CPR_lzI/AAAAAAAABD4/-mxOhspXk-8/s400/filmshowcollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In an hour time it will be our 8th month going through things hand-in-hand, which we never thought we would. He has been trying his hardest to make me the happiest girl alive. &amp;amp; I appreciate it so much, till Im being so spoilt by him. I get mad at things instead of being understanding towards his situations. Demanding, thats how all the girls are in relationships. Its a fact. But whatever it is, we still stick by their side. Nothing can tear this feeling which has grown so strong for the pass few weeks, months, years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Baby, Im sorry for getting mad. I just wanted to spend time with you on our 8th. Yeah, I know I know..you have responsibilities. I should have understand your situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Anyway, I just want to thank you for being there for me whenever possible. Really, you're my knight in shining armor. &amp;amp; Im glad you're the one who wipes my tears away, make me laugh until my tummy hurts. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you Baby(':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy 8th month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2569785131515581661-500614397292555176?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/500614397292555176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=500614397292555176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/500614397292555176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/500614397292555176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/flimshow-tribute.html' title='Flimshow tribute.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W6kadU4cRTI/SSqysx1mfrI/AAAAAAAABC4/q4wCLyKpxAw/s72-c/Closest+ones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2763845540280725677</id><published>2008-11-24T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:53:44.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstition turns to reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A note to all humans: NEVER take picture in threes. Trust me on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2763845540280725677?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2763845540280725677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2763845540280725677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2763845540280725677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2763845540280725677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/superstition-turns-to-reality.html' title='Superstition turns to reality.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-7535934265563264019</id><published>2008-11-23T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:25:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Past few days were pretty good for me, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Trying hard not to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Which is impossible for a human like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;celebrated Rosie's brithday last Friday! Hope she loved the 8 slices of cakes!! haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I cant wait for myself to turn EIGHTEEN. Legal age to do anything! But I doubt I'll be taking those advantages. First thing Im gonna do is watch M18 movies. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A crazy 18 birthday party please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So school is going kinda smoothly for now. Finished my part of the report for IntWeb project. Lionel is compiling them up now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's still alot more going on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1) Stats ICA1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2) Accounting for Assets [AFA] ICA1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3) Eff Comm ICA2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4) POMGT ICA1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5) MicroEcons ICA1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; after all that, its my 2 weeks hols. GOD! So many things, so lill time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mom's gonna plan for us to go KL with her fren. 2 days max. I dont mind, cuz I dont usually go for hols outside of Spore. I have no experience of riding on an aeroplane neither. Sad? Maybe. haha. So yeah. Izie's gna go to Langkawi on the 13th she'll be gg there for a week. So maybe, I'll spend my time in KL. So near yet so far. haha. Its just a tentative plan so not sure if its gna happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Baby has been supportive of me. He's trying his best to prevent us from fighting. HAHA. &amp;amp; it is a lill impossible. But its working. &amp;amp; he's getting sweeter each &amp;amp; every day(: Thank you Baby for being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course to all of you out there, from my classmates to my beloved close ones, thank you for the sweet words. I love you guys(: MUACKSMUACKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We can go through it all!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;[ PS: I miss her): ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-7535934265563264019?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7535934265563264019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=7535934265563264019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7535934265563264019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7535934265563264019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/hectic-moments.html' title='Hectic moments.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8480088519013039666</id><published>2008-11-19T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:31:43.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one gives a fcuk, so dont bother.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Really, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not gonna give a fcuk anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;School's a fcuking bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Projects piling up, Common tests getting nearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Too many things in my mind now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JUST FCUK OFF PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I feel like quitting school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poly life is so fcuked up la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have no discipline &amp;amp; thats why Im in deep fcuk trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dont even know if I can make it through &amp;amp; get a diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I just drop dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8480088519013039666?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8480088519013039666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8480088519013039666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8480088519013039666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8480088519013039666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-one-gives-fcuk-so-dont-bother.html' title='No one gives a fcuk, so dont bother.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2481926811964151449</id><published>2008-11-18T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:18:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beautiful 'F' word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When am I ever gonna feel genuinely happy again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everyone's pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;From school to work to friends to boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nothing's going well nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I JUST WANT TO ENJOY MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;TO BE HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;BUT WHY AM I NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Blabbering again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fcukfcukfukfcukfcukfuckfcukfuckfuckfuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shut up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I think Im going out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need to destress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Care to join, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2481926811964151449?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2481926811964151449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2481926811964151449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2481926811964151449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2481926811964151449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-f-word.html' title='The beautiful &apos;F&apos; word.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-8720681816600093996</id><published>2008-11-17T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:58:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Guys are fcuking jerks. Well, guys who doesnt give a fcuk about other people's feelings. He's a fcuking good teacher, excuse me. It is our fault, dont get you fcuking ego in the way pls? Cuz you guys are just acting like fcuking jerks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How insensitive can they get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've read a particular blog, &amp;amp; she is really damn sweet. I wasnt really in favour of her during those days. But hey, she is a good fren. I can see the honesty &amp;amp; sincerity in her words. Too bad I wasnt close to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After reading it, it makes me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We gotta be thankful &amp;amp; treasure our moments with the people who had touched our lives. Even if you guys had been through shits together &amp;amp; things arent settled till now, just be glad that you get to know eachother. Everyone is special in their own way, no matter how bitchy/fcuked up/bastard/asshole someone is, he/she will surely have a good side to them. Nobody's perfect. So you gotta accept each &amp;amp; everyone of the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dont feel good. Its like something's just not right. Like something is missing. Kinda feel empty inside. Or maybe numb. I think Im trying to feel numb, but in actual fact Im not fine at all. Ah fcuk, what am I blabbering about? I should stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; please make it go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-8720681816600093996?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/8720681816600093996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=8720681816600093996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8720681816600093996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/8720681816600093996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-2070652148285015856</id><published>2008-11-16T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:36:40.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it was successful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SENTOSA WAS GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went at the edge of the siloso beach. Shallow water &amp;amp; I was LOVING it! haha! I cant swim so I wasnt really afraid. Throughout the moments when Baby &amp;amp; I were in the sea, I was clinging onto him all the way. HAHA. Koala bear(x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; just like Izie&amp;amp;Ron, it was our first time going to the beach tgt(: &amp;amp; it was just a really happy moment for me. Seriously. After all the shits we've been through for the the week, it was really good to finally have a day without any fights or arguements going on. Thank you God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I love being at the beach with Baby. It was really blissful being in his arms while we're in the water. I feel so protected &amp;amp; he doesnt go against me when I told him not to go too far. He really did take care of me(': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Ron&amp;amp;Izie look damn cute lor. In the water, building sandcastles together..HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The only thing that was a waste is not taking picture together. q-_-p Planned to but somehow everything was a lill rushed. The sky was cloudy &amp;amp; all. So Baby&amp;amp;I decided to go off instead of watching the sunset for the day. &amp;amp; plus, we were starving. HAHA. So yeah, ard 2.45-3, we went off to shower. &amp;amp; it started to rain during shower time. We walked under the light rain nonetheless. So yeah, trained to Vivo &amp;amp; had ljs for linner. After that, Ron&amp;amp;Izie went off since Ron had to go off, I think. So, Baby&amp;amp;I went to windowshop! hehe. Cant wait for him to work, so that I can shop! HAHA. yes, I know that's really evil of me. I wont go that far la of course. It's his money &amp;amp; he earned it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After Vivo, went to Hortpark &amp;amp; then home. Had quarrel with mom again. She likes to misunderstand whatever I say. q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;School tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just hope that there'll be laughters again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; it wasnt all that since something was missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-2070652148285015856?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/2070652148285015856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=2070652148285015856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2070652148285015856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/2070652148285015856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-successful.html' title='&amp; it was successful.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-5340482976709016353</id><published>2008-11-14T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:29:36.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing prata gas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Today was PRATA DAY(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hehe. Kelly, Chloe, Bella, Tess &amp;amp; I went to the best prata shop in Spore at jalan kayu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;POWER LA SEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The prata bom REALLY the BOMB! It was like Heavenly sinful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;After the meal, we were HIGH. &amp;amp; I mean it. We laugh like theres no tommorrow. Theres was this instance when Chloe was saying something &amp;amp; Bella snorted which triggered me to laugh until I spitted back the water which was in my mouth. EMBARRASSING. All the people were looking at us la. HAHA. But we didnt really care. We were to high on laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; it is good to see Tess REALLY laughing &amp;amp; smiling so widely. HAHA. Im happy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, good news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sentosa plan is ALL SET 2mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I cant wait for things to get back as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Not gna jinx it or watever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;just praying that everything's gonna be alright soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-5340482976709016353?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-1416484352264236877</id><published>2008-11-13T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:48:41.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a REAL man should do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a guy should do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you break her heart - [ the pain NEVER really goes away ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she misses you - [ she's hurting inside ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she says its over - [ she STILL wants you to be hers ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she re-posts this bulletin - [ she wants you to read it ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she walks away from you mad - [ Follow her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she stare's at your mouth - [ Kiss her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she pushes you or hit's you - [ Grab her and don’t let go ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she starts cursing at you - [ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she ignores you - [ Give her your attention]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she pulls away - [ Pull her back ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you see her at her worst - [ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When you see her start crying - [Just hold her and don’t say a word ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When you see her walking - [ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she's scared - [ Protect her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she lays her head on your shoulder - [ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she steals your favorite hat - [ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she teases you - [ Tease her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time - [ reassure her that everything is okay ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she looks at you with doubt - [ Back yourself up with the TRUTH]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she says that she likes you - [ she really does more than you could understand ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she grabs at your hands - [ Hold hers and play with her fingers ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she bumps into you - [ bump into her back and make her laugh ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When she tells you a secret - [ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes - [ don’t look away until she does ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-DON'T let her have the last word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-DON'T call her hot, but gorgeous or beautiful is soo much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Say you love her more than she could ever love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Argue that she is the best girl ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- When she says she's OK don’t believe it, talk with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Stay up all night with her when she's sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Give her the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Let her wear your clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Let her know she's important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;"Who's ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&amp;amp; I FEEL LIKE FCUKIN KILLIN SOMEONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-1416484352264236877?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/1416484352264236877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=1416484352264236877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1416484352264236877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/1416484352264236877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-real-man-should-do.html' title='what a REAL man should do.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-7774698679796724286</id><published>2008-11-13T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:21:47.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing will go your way, so get over it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thursdane today in school. Nth interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;blahblahblah...shits...blahblahblah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ok shut&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to Novena to eat with Bella &amp;amp; Kelly. The Hokkien Mee SUCKS like what. Ugh. Not my cup-of-tea. Kinda wasted my money. Shits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Saved up for Sat but a high chance of not making it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Shall not elaborate more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Feeling fcuked up lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My life is ALMOST at the lowest point now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just have to be patient, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For the sake of us both,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; she feels like scccccccccrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaammmmmmmiiinnnnggggggggg!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-7774698679796724286?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/7774698679796724286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=7774698679796724286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7774698679796724286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/7774698679796724286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-will-go-your-way-so-get-over-it.html' title='nothing will go your way, so get over it.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-6833829191493116927</id><published>2008-11-13T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:25:50.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From frowns, to smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The day before today, which is yesterday [&lt;i&gt;duhh&lt;/i&gt;], was a walk back to memory lane for me. Met Krista in the morning before going to school as to pass her my Amaths book. Her boyfren's fren needed it. yupp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The moment I saw her, memories started to wash over me. I missed her so much. The times we spent together..&amp;amp; being there with her triggers more memories of my KR days with other people that I was close with. I didnt really wanna leave her just yet, but I had to go off since Im meeting Bella &amp;amp; she was waiting for her bf too. Didnt want to be a lampost. haha. Sighhs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went back to Jurong with Izie. Went library since I had the urge to read. Hehs. My poor sayang is sick. Sighhs, make sure you take your med horrr! At around 4, we went off &amp;amp; I send her home. Didnt want her to faint halfway. HAHA. So yeah, made sure she was safe &amp;amp; all. Then headed to KR to fetch Baby. It was pouring just as I reached KR bustop. Like Izie, the weather matches my mood too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then, was at WC Plaza, which was a replacement for Ginza. Was with Nalyssa since Baby had to go buy somethings. &amp;amp; at the moment, I saw Shafiq, Irsyad &amp;amp; Helmi. At...Subway. q-_-p HAHA. But walau! It really looks damn good lor!! UGH. So yeah, since we didnt have anywhere to go to, I decided to join them. Goshhh...I miss Fiq pls?? &amp;amp; his 2 full moons. HAHA. I know you guys dont get it(x COUNCIL OUTING SOOON PLEASE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;At around 7.30-7.45pm, was on the way back home from WC. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; guess who I saw met??? SARAH PYNE PENNEFATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The person who I miss spending time with the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the person who I used to be very close with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the person whom I go crazy with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the person whom I share secrets with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;GOSH, I was so pysched to see her face. We were crossing this narrow road &amp;amp; we saw each other. &amp;amp; we hugged in the middle of the road. HAHA. I was damn happy I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sighhs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As sucky as the day may seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ive got to see people which brings smiles to my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank You, God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; you're still my friend even if you're bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2569785131515581661-6833829191493116927?l=girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/feeds/6833829191493116927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2569785131515581661&amp;postID=6833829191493116927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6833829191493116927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2569785131515581661/posts/default/6833829191493116927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlgoneberserk.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-frowns-to-smiles.html' title='From frowns, to smiles.'/><author><name>Sof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2569785131515581661.post-7530954573850193792</id><published>2008-11-11T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:26:51.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane, Tuesdane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just when I love the skin for my bl0g. q-_-p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hope Izie's getting well from her fever. Sighhs. Make sure you drink alot of water hor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SATURDAY BABEH!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, these past fews days has been mundane. Damn boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You can practically hear the crickets la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway, Im looking 
