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term='appreciation'/><category term='friends'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>.:::Kalley's online diary:::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I, I failed you this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1761285032883040523?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1761285032883040523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1761285032883040523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1761285032883040523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1761285032883040523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-been-listening-to-this-song.html' title='Lies...honesty...?'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-6456403458317128146</id><published>2009-09-10T08:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:56:34.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Air Asia was like a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;It's the only flight that made me feel so unwell..and scared. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly advice people not to go on Air Asia..&lt;br /&gt;It's not fun at all..having roller coater in air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: back to cambridge already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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could stay longer..&lt;br /&gt;I swear the night markets sell really cheap..&lt;br /&gt;:( I WANNA GO AGAIN LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5802162184770128602?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5802162184770128602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5802162184770128602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5802162184770128602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5802162184770128602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-4d3n-in-taipei.html' title=''/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SpHXnn3_BnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ONpTWrLL3OU/s72-c/DSC01262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-599938211194196040</id><published>2009-07-11T21:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:34:48.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SMTP -&gt; yamcha</title><content type='html'>went smtp today.&lt;br /&gt;met lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;didn't pay much attention to the competition..&lt;br /&gt;other than 3 specific performances.&lt;br /&gt;one of them, sings quite good (at least the best throughout the night)&lt;br /&gt;even though I couldn't understand what she was singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two other, it made the crowd went wild.&lt;br /&gt;it's the same person participating 'grp' and 'individual'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking princess around the hall during this first performance.&lt;br /&gt;the crowd cheered. so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;i thought the girl must be popular or something&lt;br /&gt;can't sense why else the crowd would cheer (ahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i went back to my seat&lt;br /&gt;the girl reached a very high pitch note and is totally in her own world enjoying the stage&lt;br /&gt;and then.&lt;br /&gt;the background decorations on stage fell down&lt;br /&gt;girl kept singing, she didn't realise smth fell down behind her&lt;br /&gt;the crowd cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly turned around to ask ivy&lt;br /&gt;for the reason the crowd cheered earlier&lt;br /&gt;she said it's because of that too, falling pieces from the background when she reached a very high note..(an annoyance really princess felt scared)&lt;br /&gt;i was like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one big chunk of decorations.&lt;br /&gt;and the girl totally enjoyed herself.&lt;br /&gt;i think she must've thought she sang really well, &lt;br /&gt;since the crowd cheered so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the performance ended.&lt;br /&gt;crowd cheered again.&lt;br /&gt;emcee spoke into the mic 'please remain calm'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during d girl's grp performance.&lt;br /&gt;it was worse&lt;br /&gt;2 girls in one shot&lt;br /&gt;both of them... didn't care about us anyway&lt;br /&gt;the decorations are all gone by now so they can't do anything to the stage anymore&lt;br /&gt;but princess seemed really uncomfortable with their singing&lt;br /&gt;i covered her ears.&lt;br /&gt;usually when i do that, she'd try to move away&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't that time.&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised she stood still.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's great meeting all those boys &lt;br /&gt;and meeting back some other boys&lt;br /&gt;my childhood friends&lt;br /&gt;forgot to ask one or two boys' numbers&lt;br /&gt;was too busy going around chatting and got called by someone and chat again&lt;br /&gt;then finally going yam-cha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went JR to yam-cha&lt;br /&gt;but by the time boys arrived it's nearly 1am&lt;br /&gt;they called to ask how long i could stay before they came&lt;br /&gt;i think they were thinking of ffk me already aha&lt;br /&gt;but i said, maybe about 20 mins&lt;br /&gt;and they just replied 'we'd try to reach asap'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they all came JR has already sold out their foods&lt;br /&gt;left only with soft drinks&lt;br /&gt;boys didnt wanna drink soft drinks hav been drinking them for d day&lt;br /&gt;the waiter just tell us, 'try coffee suite opp'&lt;br /&gt;and i think he sounded abit too calm&lt;br /&gt;i almost choked hearing that&lt;br /&gt;he sounded so calm so calm so calm i felt i was really impolite to laugh that long but i really couldn't help it aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we went to coffee suite &lt;br /&gt;thanks ah gan for the honey lemon :)&lt;br /&gt;talked to them awhile.&lt;br /&gt;bryan fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;felt abit paiseh , asked him to go home but he said he'd stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left at 2am the boys were still there except bryan&lt;br /&gt;obviously cause he was super tired&lt;br /&gt;but at 2.40am i received bryan's sms&lt;br /&gt;'sorry ah beng'&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;i was already touched they didn't ffk me&lt;br /&gt;still teman me play the whole day from 7 something till 2am&lt;br /&gt;everyone had work to do at the event&lt;br /&gt;so must be 5 times more tired than me&lt;br /&gt;but they still make me feel accompanied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat me drinks as usual ..&lt;br /&gt;didnt even have to buy the ticket to the event..&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only yesterday i sorta had some not-so-peaceful moments with a friend&lt;br /&gt;though i dunno why he suddenly got so angry&lt;br /&gt;and apparently i got on his nerves he said&lt;br /&gt;but then i guess&lt;br /&gt;some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i always say real friends only come from primary school days doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;only they will treat you heart 2 heart&lt;br /&gt;even though im the only girl (or the only 2 girls including wifey) in the group&lt;br /&gt;true friends give up their own stuffs for you when you need em&lt;br /&gt;others, give up your needs and shoo you away for causing too much inconveniences&lt;br /&gt;but ya thanks friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys made my day today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also made myself see myself clearer&lt;br /&gt;esp my own needs. my own desires. and the reality.&lt;br /&gt;i've made a few bad choices in life but hey i'm still strong&lt;br /&gt;this time i'm tougher than b4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel burden-free now that i see things more clearly. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niteeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-599938211194196040?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/599938211194196040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=599938211194196040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/599938211194196040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/599938211194196040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/07/smtp-yamcha.html' title='SMTP -&gt; yamcha'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-3869599202972683378</id><published>2009-07-09T09:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:48:32.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed my yesterday goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, I'm strong and I'm proud. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-3869599202972683378?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3869599202972683378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3869599202972683378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3869599202972683378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3869599202972683378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-2362473157317839806</id><published>2009-07-09T05:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:24:58.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Status:   Out for Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Delivery Date:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Signature:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tracking Progress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Date  Time  Location  Activity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;09 Jul 09 9:55 am KUANTAN (KUA) Out for Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;08 Jul 09 9:49 am KUANTAN (KUA) Out for Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;07 Jul 09 10:09 am KUANTAN (KUA) Out for Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;07 Jul 09 8:41 am KUANTAN (KUA) Arrived KUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;06 Jul 09 7:53 pm CHERAS (CRS) Linehaul to HUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;06 Jul 09 7:17 pm CHERAS (CRS) Scheduled for Departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;06 Jul 09 7:06 pm CHERAS (CRS) Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. How can the parcel be out for delivery for 3 days and not reach me yet? Kuantan is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SMALL&lt;/span&gt;, I mean&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; SMALL.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my postman will find his way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-2362473157317839806?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/2362473157317839806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=2362473157317839806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2362473157317839806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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back where I started.&lt;br /&gt;I like the steadiness.&lt;br /&gt;So why not stay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-3040830505559045175?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3040830505559045175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3040830505559045175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3040830505559045175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3040830505559045175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/07/either-one-hour-away-either-three-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-4487804216815852858</id><published>2009-07-01T16:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:48:33.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Was supposed to dedicate a song to a person&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to let the person listen to it&lt;br /&gt;but due to certain reasons I think it's inappropriate to dedicate it now&lt;br /&gt;so I'll just post it here.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually who can be sure of what's gonna happen next in life?&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now till 7th of july, I'm going to listen to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;and then, I'll let the heart decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left for me to do,&lt;br /&gt;is to believe and have faith in what I've felt for the past months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's name is Lucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iraoHE6JlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-4487804216815852858?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-6760660646921399808.post-6159565104277849858</id><published>2009-06-21T08:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:39:11.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was kind of messed up. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It started when I was in the living room at about 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Mom came home, asked me if I'd like to have fried rice for lunch&lt;br /&gt;I replied 'anything', and continue sitting in front of computer in dining hall&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later I hear my sister and my mom yelling and shouting in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Didn't run there to see or even ask them what's happening&lt;br /&gt;because it happens abit too often that they just cook slightly hangus stuff&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes if i run there my mom will just say 'get out of the way'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 minute later my sister yelled, COME HERE, I yelled back, WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIREEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; and I said ,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'oh&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;So i ran there, told my sister to grab a towel and wet it blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's gone in a few seconds then.&lt;br /&gt;Just that the kitchen is uber smokey and I felt abit pening after that aha.&lt;br /&gt;The fun part was : We 3 was standing at the kitchen door, and facing the greyish kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and my mom just say, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's go out and eat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis replied&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'yah,  I think that's a good idea.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back my room to grab towel and go to bathe lol, totally smell like hangus man&lt;br /&gt;and when I was bathing, I swear the turtle is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pervert!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on staring at me and not only that it keep on trying to climb out of the tub. -_-&lt;br /&gt;I think he needs a female . swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked online that popular offer is only till today&lt;br /&gt;and today is FATHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;thought I won't be able to go today so&lt;br /&gt;I went yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and before I went out I grabbed my camera, even though I ain't meeting anyone at all..but it felt right to bring it along then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a friend at popular, she was looking at me, then she turned her face away.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was thinking if I should call her&lt;br /&gt;She looked again. Turned her face away again.&lt;br /&gt;Errr, maybe I shouldn't...so I turned around.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watsons on sale too, but my sister and I were extremely poor&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't buy many things we wanted to :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nJ88bUBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bwntyUbMpgk/s1600-h/20062009012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nJ88bUBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bwntyUbMpgk/s200/20062009012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686090550431762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom came to fetch us.&lt;br /&gt;Red light. Car suddenly died. Try to restart the car. Still dead.&lt;br /&gt;Try harder. No response.&lt;br /&gt;Green light. The car is still dead.&lt;br /&gt;Me : wow. this is actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;I swear my sister and mom tried to find the double signal for half an hour&lt;br /&gt;In the end my sister and I got threatened by my mom and we ended up waving to the cars behind us and become real 'double' signal..&lt;br /&gt;We were actually having fun. Because it's so embarassing. AHA.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was scolding my sister for smiling .&lt;br /&gt;My sister complained, that the drivers are the one smiling at her.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAA it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nKSKWJfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HzSIdBWgEx4/s1600-h/20062009014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nKSKWJfI/AAAAAAAAAkc/HzSIdBWgEx4/s200/20062009014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686096245958130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been trying hard to shoot an image of myself but yah I thought my mom would kill me for having so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;when the time turns 10pm, I start to try to not face the drivers&lt;br /&gt;and try hard to avoid waving anymore aha&lt;br /&gt;Tuition should end at ten in Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad idea to be in the middle of the road waving.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's always a very very very very high chance of getting spotted by friends.&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister it's ok for her, because she has been back in Malaysia for a long time&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even have the chance to meet up with my friends yet&lt;br /&gt;so yah, I'd love to keep it low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when one car passed by , 1 of the passengers just yell&lt;br /&gt;CHUANYA, NEED HELP?&lt;br /&gt;I felt like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell she feel embarassed , but she still replied CAR DIED. COME HELP MOVE THE CAR.&lt;br /&gt;and then the car drove away cause it's still green light.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they left though, until when I see the 4 guys walking from the opposite road&lt;br /&gt;and they actually helped to move the car.&lt;br /&gt;and then I was like, I'm sorry for saying you are tomboyish, now I think it's good that you are tomboyish, you've got so many brothers in Kuantan, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;and my sister just yell at me : SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nKNfAltI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QsacZsXddX4/s1600-h/20062009013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nKNfAltI/AAAAAAAAAkU/QsacZsXddX4/s200/20062009013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349686094990448338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were really fast though&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister-in-law had to RUN to follow&lt;br /&gt;and my sister-in-law was like come, quickly, take the picture&lt;br /&gt;and I said I left it in the car!&lt;br /&gt;she just pass me her phone while running&lt;br /&gt;I said I dont know how to use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at the car and the 4 boys at a very far distance away&lt;br /&gt;and also my sister who was running on her own in front of us&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later we realised they were too fast to catch up and we started walking slowly&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly my sister in law turned around&lt;br /&gt;and was pointing at a car and shouted FETCH ME AR, OI, FETCH ME(shes cool)&lt;br /&gt;(nah it's my brother lol, well I can't recognise the new car yet so)&lt;br /&gt;anyway we popped in the car, and my sister at the front then only realised she can't catch up with them and saw us betraying her and ran to us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway later on sister in law was murmuring about how bad my sister was because she was taking pictures and stuff, in the mean time taking out her own phone to take pics...-.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was simply amazed by them&lt;br /&gt;they quickly ran back to pick their own car again cause it was a friend's birthday&lt;br /&gt;and asked my sis to join, my sis ran off with them...&lt;br /&gt;I texted my sis so that I said thanks and said I'll treat them drinks next time :)&lt;br /&gt;They're so cool. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shouldn't stick with my mom too much these few days&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things would happen with her lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I reached home i went to bathe straight away&lt;br /&gt;and damn hate the turtle -.- always stare at naked body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-6159565104277849858?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/6159565104277849858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=6159565104277849858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6159565104277849858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6159565104277849858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-was-kind-of-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/Sj3nJ88bUBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/bwntyUbMpgk/s72-c/20062009012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5106472849568320566</id><published>2009-06-18T13:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:18:35.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeast infection.&lt;br /&gt;One tooth missing.&lt;br /&gt;Slight tooth inflammation.&lt;br /&gt;Slight deform on one side of hip.&lt;br /&gt;No appetitie.&lt;br /&gt;Fears the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so worried that I totally cried just now..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why when my words that initiate from loving her, can be treated by their stubbornness and ignorance so easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel such pain in the heart... I only came back for less than a week and I've already noticed she's really acting abnormally and really unhappy..&lt;br /&gt;but I can't and shan't blame my family for not being sensitive enough and not being caring enough..&lt;br /&gt;cause ultimately, I'm the one to be blamed : I chose my scholarship over her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a really bad owner..&lt;br /&gt;every ignorance shown by my own family, only reflects how irresponsible I was and how self-centered I am..&lt;br /&gt;She's the first dog I wanted to own&lt;br /&gt;and the only companion I had that gave me warmth and happiness when I was alone in Singapore and facing the all the problems that upset me the most in my life..&lt;br /&gt;and I wasn't able to give her love and care when she needed it&lt;br /&gt;and now worse, I wasn't able to protect her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what's gonna happen the next time I see her..&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen after this September....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5106472849568320566?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5106472849568320566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5106472849568320566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5106472849568320566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5106472849568320566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeast-infection.html' title=''/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1450140410534424655</id><published>2009-05-14T14:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:10:11.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEECHLESS</title><content type='html'>Head got bitten off, and got shoot by arrow showers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the critically low + RED region of my battery level, where the siren goes on ....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like yelling out to someone, or something even.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like bursting everything , every details of it --&lt;br /&gt;...where everyone doesn't understand, you should.&lt;br /&gt;when everyone doesn't know I'm breaking down, you should.&lt;br /&gt;when anyone else can't see the significance/importance of my beliefs, you're the last person that is allowed to join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days to Physics A level exams..&lt;br /&gt;8 days to Mechanics A level exam..&lt;br /&gt;....&amp;amp; much more coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, what's wrong with all these people?! Why can't I see some bright smiling faces, why can't I hear some laughter ... It's not the exams making me stress, it's the stress from exams FROM the other people close to me that's making me feel incredibly stress... Suffocating........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've been delaying my bedtime.. and I'm scared. My health seems to be having some side effects now.. especially during this examination period.. and yes.. Swine Flu.. my immune system really can't fall at this critical time... shoooootttttt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Everything seems so annoying all of a sudden....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I know. EMO post. I'll change(hopefully).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1450140410534424655?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1450140410534424655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1450140410534424655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1450140410534424655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1450140410534424655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/05/speechless.html' title='SPEECHLESS'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-4311858076422262999</id><published>2009-04-29T17:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:49:13.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating ..</title><content type='html'>For the past month I've been on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easter holidays, our term break; went to Newcastle, Amsterdam, Edinburgh and back to campus&lt;/span&gt;, busy coping with my studies, and yes - I was sorta-ish busy in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, ..I ain't gonna talk anything about that long ago. Cause I assure you it'd be over 10k words if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this week. Yes, this week. (yeah, you sense the emo-ness coming..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling extremely stress, tired, often wanting to just give up but you-know-me-i-just-don't-do-that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an Aced star here in Bellerbys isn't easy, and being a person people expect highly from, is even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow is the day I'll have my Mechanics 1 Mock Exam, my Chemistry Unit 1 test, my Physics ISA Practical Exam. The worst part of all these are, my physics teacher sucks so badly I feel like giving up the subject already. But this thought already makes me feel uneasy and yes, this thought disgust me. No matter how much effort I try to put in Physics - the outcome doesn't show, I can, of course, still score with flying colours, but only if I spend extra hours on it , perhaps twice the load I am having with other subjects. Which is just - unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is the least important subject to my university application. Yet I love all of them so much I really want to just treat them all equally - if.. my teacher behaves a little more.. like a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 23 days till the real examination. He still hasn't covered the Unit One.. Other subjects have already covered Unit Two and we've already started our revision. It's near MAY and we only had one TEST. YES ONE DAMN TEST ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think he stores our homework at home. It never ever comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's late for class for HALF AN HOUR and still give us HALF AN HOUR BREAK and END HALF AN HOUR EARLY. WHAT THE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Physics is my earliest exam, I really don't want to screw it.. and tomorrow's practical.. we only had one pathetic practise back in early March. I just feel, extremely extremely unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yesterday me, Tasha, Richard went to see the Head of Maths. He said we, together with Yuri from the September AS group are chosen as applicants for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Ryde Scholarship&lt;/span&gt;. This scholarship helps you to pay all the fees in your A2 year.. I think that's about 50 thousand pounds. Sounds great so far? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Here are the parts I don't like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- prepare a mini CV by the end of the week (GOSH you are telling me this on a Tuesday (I end at 6pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays) when I have so many exams/tests/stress on a Thursday?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- I'd need to face an interview by the end of next week by the principal, centre head, and 2 head of departments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- IF I am that lucky to be chosen to represent Bellerbys Cambridge, I need to then travel to Brighton in May to have my final interview against Oxford, London and Brighton applicants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;See my point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And then there's.. this new relationship. Not exactly new but.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;People (ie friends) have been telling me how I've changed after being together with him. Changed as in, they think I'm prettier, happier, .....anything and everything positive, really. But the truth is : I'm so doubtful of that comment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I must admit, the heart soaks itself with guilt now and again, facing the positive comments and also facing him, who really truly sayang me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yes, I'm happy when I'm with him, when he tells me he cares, when he offers to pay for me even though he is (TOO) thrifty, when he changes his bedtime, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;But.. I also could not deny the fact that, when I'm not with him physically, I'm just NOT with him. That's how all the insecurity arises - I don't feel him that much, I start to doubt if he was true, everything seems unreal, fake, .. and it's not always happy thoughts that pop out in my mind about him. Often, it was the past that haunts me, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I really need more time, and more proofs from him and from us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I don't know if he'd understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry for my long emo post - had to throw it at someone some how. Felt so much better now =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-4311858076422262999?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/4311858076422262999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=4311858076422262999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4311858076422262999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4311858076422262999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/04/updating.html' title='Updating ..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1439367967575928152</id><published>2009-03-17T11:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:26:26.064Z</updated><title type='text'>What a quick revival.</title><content type='html'>There you go Hannah. Motivation implanted. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have JOLIN's ALBUM and JOLIN's 72 CHANGES CLOTHES topping my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm hooked on drinking lemon juice.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been sleeping half an hour later than I used to.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've stopped nagging about not having a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I'm getting less attached to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I miss Princess waking me up first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have a big wide smile on my face whenever I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I hate my Physics teacher a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've got a C for my maths but I earned myself a 100% in the next test just to prove myself 'I ain't no idiot lol'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPtjBThFpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jtjXuN20zYE/s1600-h/DVC00001_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPtjBThFpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jtjXuN20zYE/s320/DVC00001_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315353171128817298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPq5RC5wwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/fr7gk3zJwAE/s1600-h/DVC00001_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPq5RC5wwI/AAAAAAAAAgo/fr7gk3zJwAE/s200/DVC00001_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315350254776337154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I look up the sky a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been thinking about the future a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've made several choices and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've realised there're many things outside that I desire for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I see education as ever more important.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've learnt efforts really do count for non-geniuses aka me.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've shocked myself by how time flies and how old I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I know myself a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, recently, I'm happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPrJ-6sRaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6P2M7rj-tmU/s1600-h/DVC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPrJ-6sRaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/6P2M7rj-tmU/s200/DVC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315350541967836578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALLEY =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1439367967575928152?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1439367967575928152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1439367967575928152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1439367967575928152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1439367967575928152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-quick-revival.html' title='What a quick revival.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/ScPtjBThFpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/jtjXuN20zYE/s72-c/DVC00001_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7476144240324482897</id><published>2009-03-15T19:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:57:02.379Z</updated><title type='text'>LOL this blog is like, dead.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted since February lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I guess my motivation (the tagboard) died as well O_O''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-7476144240324482897?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7476144240324482897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7476144240324482897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7476144240324482897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7476144240324482897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-this-blog-is-like-dead.html' title='LOL this blog is like, dead.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-4396138277715726289</id><published>2009-02-22T11:14:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:32:50.104Z</updated><title type='text'>19th Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2Ef9aAcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2QgeN-cpxG0/s1600-h/DVC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2Ef9aAcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2QgeN-cpxG0/s320/DVC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305581286945587650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out again to city LOL.. (don't even need to study -.-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2Z_D908I/AAAAAAAAAfE/zWfPUUZIbWE/s1600-h/DVC00008_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2Z_D908I/AAAAAAAAAfE/zWfPUUZIbWE/s320/DVC00008_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305581656071852994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Leon and me .. :) Not me sunglasses though HEHE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2vNRj6HI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X5K0MZNIpNQ/s1600-h/DVC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2vNRj6HI/AAAAAAAAAfM/X5K0MZNIpNQ/s200/DVC00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305582020664223858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played the whole day yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Was in sucha great mood I was surprised myself even :)&lt;br /&gt;But yep. Sooooo it's last day of half-term..&lt;br /&gt;and studying like crazy today..&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna step out of my bedroom LOL.. prevent distractions @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-4396138277715726289?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/4396138277715726289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=4396138277715726289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4396138277715726289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4396138277715726289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/02/19th-feb.html' title='19th Feb'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SaE2Ef9aAcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/2QgeN-cpxG0/s72-c/DVC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-4343597188328573821</id><published>2009-02-14T07:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T07:57:26.477Z</updated><title type='text'>Christine's 19th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>13th of February is not just my mom's birthday, Leon's mom's birthday, it's also our good old friend - Christine's 19th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lion Yard to buy her this cookie.. :) And all of us crowded in our little classroom 19 and played around.. xD &lt;br /&gt;I swear it was so funny.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ1h2cJgZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9bs6n3HLuXY/s1600-h/DSC00258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ1h2cJgZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9bs6n3HLuXY/s200/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302554835685048722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Christine! Our Birthday girl!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ2eAz2rHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/e1j7SnMYjI0/s1600-h/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ2eAz2rHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/e1j7SnMYjI0/s320/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302555869260983410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun and Leon 'liking' Christine xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ3pFQotpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2HV6_AbzpI0/s1600-h/DSC00272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ3pFQotpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/2HV6_AbzpI0/s320/DSC00272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302557158945633938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! This one is like my favourite... they keep on wanting to block me I swear.. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ4zieWMmI/AAAAAAAAAec/BCXPIs9yiQU/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ4zieWMmI/AAAAAAAAAec/BCXPIs9yiQU/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302558438098088546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.. Happy Birthday Christine!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mama..!! :) &lt;br /&gt;Mom called to let me know she received my birthday card.. x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it's a blissful thing to be able to celebrate birthday with everyone, you know. Cause I don't have the chance to do that..&lt;br /&gt;So whenever someone's  birthday arrives, I always want to try my best to make it a really perfect day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-4343597188328573821?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/4343597188328573821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=4343597188328573821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4343597188328573821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4343597188328573821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/02/christines-19th-birthday.html' title='Christine&apos;s 19th Birthday!!'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SZZ1h2cJgZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9bs6n3HLuXY/s72-c/DSC00258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1448473282869766225</id><published>2009-02-07T22:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:48:00.223Z</updated><title type='text'>My Result.</title><content type='html'>OK finally. My Chemistry was out last Thursday ..&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying this to everyone who asked about my result : "I'll let you know all my results once my Chemistry is out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4NP0AQ-zI/AAAAAAAAAds/SDEgH1fyPUA/s1600-h/DVC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4NP0AQ-zI/AAAAAAAAAds/SDEgH1fyPUA/s320/DVC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300188376770607922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is informed to me personally by the Head of IGCSE Department.. I've passed with a grade A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm slightly disappointed by me results..&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, they say it's good.. and that I put too much stress on myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're right.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4N5d8QS2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Lmwe2r_Bapk/s1600-h/DVC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4N5d8QS2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/Lmwe2r_Bapk/s200/DVC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300189092402711394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually most glad by my Physics result. I'd never expect that in my whole damn life. Imagine how Mr. Lee will react when he finds out.. - -;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Princess is with Mom already..&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so badly I can cry any moment. :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I brought DOO DOO along with me..&lt;br /&gt;The plush Princess really loved and she even bitten it before -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4ORyntSTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/uq1LML5WooU/s1600-h/DVC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4ORyntSTI/AAAAAAAAAd8/uq1LML5WooU/s320/DVC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300189510270535986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hug both of them to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess and Doo Doo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they'll be together again.. x)&lt;br /&gt;Missing you, girl.. Hope you'll have a great lovely time with Mommy.. &lt;br /&gt;Be good to mommy, will you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1448473282869766225?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1448473282869766225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1448473282869766225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1448473282869766225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1448473282869766225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-result.html' title='My Result.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SY4NP0AQ-zI/AAAAAAAAAds/SDEgH1fyPUA/s72-c/DVC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5487396212711551789</id><published>2009-02-02T19:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:48:00.724Z</updated><title type='text'>When Cambridge snows.. it means NO SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>It snowed today. A heavy one. &lt;br /&gt;It's the first time in my life I ever really enjoyed a snow..&lt;br /&gt;(Well the first snow in my life was on the first day of school and yah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this snow fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdQunvc2rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dMjbjnknq2c/s1600-h/4550887423459090735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdQunvc2rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dMjbjnknq2c/s320/4550887423459090735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292248496888498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I ended up in kena combo attacked.&lt;br /&gt;I so hate them, I swear. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sticked snowballs on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdRXBMiAPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/j6HJBcmxxPc/s1600-h/4550324473505669441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdRXBMiAPI/AAAAAAAAAdE/j6HJBcmxxPc/s320/4550324473505669441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292942524514546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laid on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdRrnzLJbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bedqhmN22MM/s1600-h/3728699016487094341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdRrnzLJbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/bedqhmN22MM/s320/3728699016487094341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298293296484525490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes we SO made a snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...for some reasons I can't upload anymore pictures - -&lt;br /&gt;so if you're interested in Cambridge snow XD pls go to www.wretch.cc/album/kalleyluv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KALLEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5487396212711551789?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5487396212711551789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5487396212711551789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5487396212711551789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5487396212711551789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-cambridge-snows-it-means-no-school.html' title='When Cambridge snows.. it means NO SCHOOL!'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SYdQunvc2rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/dMjbjnknq2c/s72-c/4550887423459090735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-2577157784062749000</id><published>2009-01-14T08:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:40:58.751Z</updated><title type='text'>where are we, really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SW2iWvLZ6oI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XCqL44oWKpc/s1600-h/DVC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SW2iWvLZ6oI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XCqL44oWKpc/s320/DVC00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291063648735324802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in a day, randomly I popped myself a question;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we, of all these years of "walking"?&lt;br /&gt;Are we all sharing the same street, or have some crossed the bridge(s), made an U-turn or are we all on a different road.. and some, without a lamp to show their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we, of all these years of knowing each other?&lt;br /&gt;Are we sometimes, lost, happy, overwhelmed, or pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always convince myself that Life Is A Party.&lt;br /&gt;although, the sentence continues with..&lt;br /&gt;Life Is A Party... but study comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 8.30am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my ass to get kicked out for the cleaners to come in.&lt;br /&gt;The hostel smells as friendly as ever.&lt;br /&gt;And also smells loneliness in the time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone has received their results. &lt;br /&gt;Except me.&lt;br /&gt;There's only 7 days left. 1 week left. A quarter of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly recalled how I used to be among the Sec 3s looking at the crying faces of Sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;Again, either joyful or sad or pathetic or simply can't-be-bothered.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think the same time this year, I'm gonna be among those silly crying faces.&lt;br /&gt;But HA! Here I am, in this cold and dry England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we're all walking through different roads.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe at a T-junction, we met and we didn't bear to farewell.&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed. Or I stayed, for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I just went emo and suddenly borrowed my mom's car and bang walls around.&lt;br /&gt;I was sent to England.&lt;br /&gt;Or, my heart sent me to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't tend to visit ...and I'm very guilty for that.&lt;br /&gt;But I will. Maybe this summer. Maybe the next. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Cause everyone will not be at the T-junction anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you actually believe that this time next year I'd be waiting for offer letters or REJECTIONS from universities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, don't you think universities feel abit too much for us?&lt;br /&gt;I mean I do. It used to seem so unreachable. It still does.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up x10000000.&lt;br /&gt;I want to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck for my result next week.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope everything is well.&lt;br /&gt;If I get a B I would get really upset...&lt;br /&gt;And my scholarship is far more than gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, will you, 4H bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-2577157784062749000?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/2577157784062749000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=2577157784062749000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2577157784062749000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2577157784062749000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-are-we-really.html' title='where are we, really?'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SW2iWvLZ6oI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XCqL44oWKpc/s72-c/DVC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7877734665705264322</id><published>2009-01-09T17:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:46:52.388Z</updated><title type='text'>So school started.</title><content type='html'>School started.&lt;br /&gt;And I've moved to the Manor Tower. (the hostel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying many goodbyes in my heart to my hatred home stay for giving me and Candy expired food, I'm loving life in the tower. I mean, people must always be appreciative, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My A level class consists of 12 students. &lt;br /&gt;And many smart dudes and geniuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. No.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't be bothered to care so much. I have too many things else to worry about. For eg settling down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeKT3gQ-oI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BO43Ah6oPn0/s1600-h/DVC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeKT3gQ-oI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BO43Ah6oPn0/s320/DVC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289348361291364994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Apple &amp; Me. On the second day of induction at Queens Campus, although that picture wouldn't show anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeLxBaazqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vdw8B6FMCl4/s1600-h/DVC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeLxBaazqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vdw8B6FMCl4/s200/DVC00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289349961679031970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeLxGzWiTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YVn-krv5QOQ/s1600-h/DVC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeLxGzWiTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YVn-krv5QOQ/s200/DVC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289349963125786930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies : that's my room. :) Am I too 'over'? Cause alot of people says so. But NYEHHH! I don't care xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is 12 days till the result day. C'mon can I know my result sooner? I mean, if it's good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-7877734665705264322?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7877734665705264322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7877734665705264322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7877734665705264322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7877734665705264322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-school-started.html' title='So school started.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SWeKT3gQ-oI/AAAAAAAAAcE/BO43Ah6oPn0/s72-c/DVC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-8565069622977674433</id><published>2009-01-01T01:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:06:58.835Z</updated><title type='text'>OH, aren't we old? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SVwk4mjBvfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mvs1iITNXgw/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SVwk4mjBvfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mvs1iITNXgw/s320/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286140617464856050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(madelynn's half head - mom - me)31/12/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I started off by reading a few updates on my fellow friends' blogs. Almost all, updated yesterday, as the last day of 2008. Maybe I didn't prioritise my blog too much, but I actually didn't have the thought of blogging yesterday. I was too busy getting pissed by the Taipei concert for not inviting more artists.. A single singer was singing ~8 songs, could you believe it - -. Most important of all, Jolin wasnt there. Maybe I missed her or something. But heck, she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to topic. So, it's year 2009. I remember I asked ChengMun just yesterday, 'anything you can't let go of?'&lt;br /&gt;She answered and said , 'I can't let go of my holidays; I can't let go of the fact that the results are coming; I can't let go of my youngness'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the same question applied to me, I said 'nothing. am actually looking forward to a brand new year' YeeHa. Yeah :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, 'year' is only a symbolising name. Every year you come across a new year, and instead of crying for calculating the time lost, I usually champagned it deep inside my heart. For me, it's a (symbolising) chance to change, for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year, a brand new me. Let's start things from zero again. That's how I tell myself every year. So I learn , like a beginner. And lucky for me, I seemed to have always learnt the positive ones, again and again. And then when the year is ending, I went older by one year, and we all grew up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it's a cycle. and thanks to 2008, this year I'm definitely braver and more optimistic. Learning life as a never ending lesson, I realised certain things aren't worth wasting time crying for. &lt;br /&gt;In year 2008, most importantly, I stopped regretting (that much). Friends thought I was happier than ever before. Parents were pleased. Siblings were amazed. I, was just enjoying life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey 2009, hopefully this year will be even better. And right now, I gotta turn on my TV and listen to new year forecast HAHAHAHAHA. (oops ok) It's family tradition. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-8565069622977674433?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/8565069622977674433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=8565069622977674433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8565069622977674433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8565069622977674433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-arent-we-old-p.html' title='OH, aren&apos;t we old? :P'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SVwk4mjBvfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mvs1iITNXgw/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5359193916919453030</id><published>2008-12-26T09:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:43:47.114Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry belated X'mas :)</title><content type='html'>OK so I know I haven't blogged for awhile.. (stares coldly at ChengMun)&lt;br /&gt;But here I am :) C'mon I *do* blog.. just.. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! It was christmas yesterday!! How's everyone's Xmas?&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's plain and normal, like usual. My family doesn't celebrate Xmas so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOx2! It's ChengMun's sweet sixteen today! I promised her I'll blog and say I MISS U CHENG MUN...... and so I did XD Happy Birthday dearie, may all your wishes come trueeee.. and find a nice handsome boyfriend some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;It's a week until I'm off to Cambridge, alone. &lt;br /&gt;Feelings? Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, correction : very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was possible, I really would want to stay for another week. or more.&lt;br /&gt;But you know when I'm saying this it meant .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is busy with work.. So she can't fly with me..&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not much of a biggie.. I mean.. It isn't the first time I'm flying from home, alonee.. But I guess the feeling doesn't fade away with practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house will be crushed down into pieces in (maybe)January. &lt;br /&gt;So this is my last time actually living in my home of 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see it, it may be different already.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite pissed by not able to capture a few photos of my house.&lt;br /&gt;My camera has spoilt. Don't ask me why, I just can't switch it on..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my memory card is gone, I have never been able to switch it on.. &lt;br /&gt;Not even after I purchased a new memory card..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Handphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be more pissed than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays ending.&lt;br /&gt;Camera spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;Handphone spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I haven't meet Princess as well..&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. I truly truly miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 days to my Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And my only wishlist so far is to be able to see her. hug her. pet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HER ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5359193916919453030?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5359193916919453030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5359193916919453030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5359193916919453030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5359193916919453030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-belated-xmas.html' title='Merry belated X&apos;mas :)'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7597379331450230161</id><published>2008-12-05T05:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:39:39.460Z</updated><title type='text'>For being a girl is no sin.</title><content type='html'>At times I felt like kicking a man from the back - although a weirdo like me will go 'OMG ARE U OKAY - DID IT HURT OMG' , simply because I may be more girlish than I thought (or everyone thought) I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how the image of a girl like Kalley comes into your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart? &lt;br /&gt;Strong?&lt;br /&gt;Independant?&lt;br /&gt;MATURE?&lt;br /&gt;Serious?&lt;br /&gt;Loud?&lt;br /&gt;Funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply what I would want to listen ---- A plain good female friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people doesn't like the way I am. Some people utterly thinks that I'm way too serious, maybe boyish. But I don't like you either. I don't like your happy-go-lucky attitude. I don't like you putting yourself high up thinking you're so PERFECT. Even if you didn't think that way, you shan't make everyone else feels IMPERFECT. I don't like you always telling me what I should do and shouldn't do. I don't like you tricking me into something and pushing me out totally. I don't like you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you. I like you forcing myself to constantly wanting to change for a better me. I like you making my life more relaxed and crowded. I like you and I like you as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now life is always greedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not definite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to tell you.. I wanna be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-7597379331450230161?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7597379331450230161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7597379331450230161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7597379331450230161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7597379331450230161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-being-girl-is-no-sin.html' title='For being a girl is no sin.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-6767427039293257327</id><published>2008-11-28T16:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:19:24.494Z</updated><title type='text'>The headache killer.. no.. plus mosquitos..</title><content type='html'>One thing good and not-so-good about Malaysia is that it is always full of mosquitos surprises. Sometimes I think it over-filled that one litre full of water bottle. No kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Dad came back from India. &lt;br /&gt;And so sis-in-law went back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;And so Kor went back to Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;And so Er Jie went back to KL.&lt;br /&gt;And so Da Jie is coming back here from Newcastle - in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;Come and go come and go come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to KL yesterday. Came back today.&lt;br /&gt;9 hours of ride. And visa application not submitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I don't have unconditional offer letter.&lt;br /&gt;Called up JM education and asked - 'NO! Bellerbys College don't offer that kinda thing. The initial offer letter should be good enough!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go KL again tomorrow or the day after..&lt;br /&gt;Headache. Headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visa fees reduced. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Visa duration increased. What in the world????&lt;br /&gt;Headache. Headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow blood test.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......Nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Headache. Headache....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 weeks passed. And I listened to Tendai's advice (my Chem teacher)&lt;br /&gt;Relax. Relax. Relax throughout my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm chilling out. relaxing. totally...RELAXED.&lt;br /&gt;For that 2 whole weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have cravings to START something.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever thing.&lt;br /&gt;I even had the urge to go up to my mom and say 'MOM, BUY ME A PART-TIME LOVERRRR' and get my ass totally closed in my closet, locked. Not to mention it is zero guarantee against rainwater..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. The thought only stayed for 1 minute. No, 1 day. No, maybe more than that. But who cares? Everyone knows I'm just slightly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. My life still sounds boring to all of you. But it's not quite that, actually. I touch my piano, guitar, vocal everyday. I brush them up and polish them nicely. I practise my drawings (and mom loved that lady in the drawing &lt;3) and I think real hard about the tiny details of room design. I even get to go to sis in law's place to visit Madelynn everyday. How cool can things go? I mean, it's way better than UK's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ignore all my complains and nags. Of course I was just joking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, home's the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-6767427039293257327?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/6767427039293257327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=6767427039293257327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6767427039293257327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6767427039293257327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/11/headache-killer-no-plus-mosquitos.html' title='The headache killer.. no.. plus mosquitos..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7733890526886992744</id><published>2008-11-19T14:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:37:51.294Z</updated><title type='text'>When all I really needed ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Heavy rain came pouring down as if one thin layer of sea was floating above our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flooding us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe not. Maybe it's just my neighbours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or kuantan-ians who have their home built on low lands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, this time, it rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time, this year, it floods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But every luck seems to surround the Chong family - escaped from this spell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the monsoon season, my dear fellow friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I care? Not only do I care, I'm even depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moaning at my monitor screen more than once can be the mere reason to be frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when my additional making-my-mood-worse-off radio goes totally off, I had the feeling to actually test if my Astro On Demands still work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on second thought, I know it wouldn't, so I didn't want mom to go screaming at me again in case I kind of smashed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So exams ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite optimistic towards all subjects than Chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite giving up revising for Mathematics and Physics for Chemistry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just wasn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I felt like dying so badly when I walked out that exam hall..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until later that night Anthony consoled me and really made my day (better).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm not thinking about it no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna worry about anything until I received that piece of result slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna focus on enjoying my holidays while I still can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Do my career research. (Man I'm really having a hard time for this..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Taking care of Madelynn (my niece, a charming angel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Working for my Mom if she needs help..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Going to Singapore, twice, for medical checkupS..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Fetching Princess back to Kuantan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Digest a few books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Get a hair cut (don't ask me why ....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Fix my watch(es).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Stick to my piano &amp;amp; guitar... ( I really feel like I'm rusting!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Learn something NEW.. ( OK It's just an aim don't get too serious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Bring my fellow pets to the vet for check up.. (It's not that I don't trust my mom, but she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just too busy to keep them really healthy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Help to move things to our new temporary house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Make a design for my future bedroom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) Do some drawings/sketches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Digest some dramas! (The gems of life kinda caught my attention lately.. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) I WILL MEET U GUYS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sorry I can't attend the chalet.. cause I'm leaving on 2nd January 2009..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we can always meetup! Nyeehhhh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;KALLEY &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/6760660646921399808-7733890526886992744?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7733890526886992744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7733890526886992744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7733890526886992744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7733890526886992744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-all-i-really-needed.html' title='When all I really needed ..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-8445367731144078908</id><published>2008-10-22T21:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:41:56.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my courage for my dreams.</title><content type='html'>It's the first week of the CIE examinations for us IGCSE , GCSE and O Level dudes. Lala. Apparently I'm not stressed. Nope, not at all. I've been painfully stressed on where will I head after my current course. It has been haunting me and giving me a few deadly nightmares. And I'm sick of them. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll update on you people about it later this week when I'm done with my Biology practical tomorrow morning. (Aha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody interested in my social life lately? Life's almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend of mine advised me to talk to my 'ex' and other girlfriends supported her idea and everyone encouraged me to do it too. And so I did. I know your heads are popping alot of 'whyyy?' , patience, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the past kept on repeating itself in my brain. And maybe his. It's hard, probably for both of us : we haven't talk since the school term started, and we're still as awkward as ever. and the worst part : we share the same hanging-out gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have proudly earned yourself a space in my list of BFF's (best friends and family) , you *should* know how straightforward I am. Of the fact I can't find any reason to not make friends with him anymore.... is weird. Just because we were once very couplish , and then went through a drastic breakup ; does that means we can't talk, we can't be normal friends anymore? BFFs, you must know by now , Kalley always make friends. Even those other thinks is impossible - for I'm special :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wanted the awkwardness to die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our friendship's sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-8445367731144078908?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/8445367731144078908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=8445367731144078908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8445367731144078908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8445367731144078908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-courage-for-my-dreams.html' title='my courage for my dreams.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-3474371871458471784</id><published>2008-10-15T20:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:07:15.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ever wonder how it feels walking on the bed of leaves on the floor - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ever wonder how it feels like when looking up your head at 90 degrees and see how colourful the leaves have turned into?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ever even wonder - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how it feels like in Autumn?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel love. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Every morning it feels so gracefully charming. I mean the scenery and sights. It always start your day the right way - provided it doesn't rain. and then every evening when you head home - the peaceful sky coloured with natural light rays : I always feel as if I'm &lt;em&gt;walking inside a big big story book&lt;/em&gt;; for these are too good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes when I walk home with Candy, I'll turn around and tell her  :  hey wouldn't it be so romantic if my boyfriend was here to hold my hands and walk with me? But oh well, I'm always with you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it doesn't matter. I'm still happy as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm glad I haven't freak out. Under the drastic increase in work loads. I'm glad I'm still coping, rather well actually. Tim, (a school teacher) bumped into me and asked 'how's life' this afternoon. I grinned and said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Life's great!'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, life is indeed great. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even if I desire for a kiss, a hug or a shoulder very often - it won't help nagging at the God about it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; And such applies to everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-3474371871458471784?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3474371871458471784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3474371871458471784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3474371871458471784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3474371871458471784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever wonder'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7206399880457712973</id><published>2008-10-13T19:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:57:58.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;the end of Mock Exams&lt;/strong&gt; - sort of, at least. When I handed in my paper , I breathed in deeply and ended up coughing like a mad girl , hey, someone deal with this pollution, what the hell. OK anyway &lt;em&gt;I felt relieved.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a break in between, decided to pick up my earphone and brush up my listening skills .. Although a sudden pain in my eyes totally blind me off .. Yes - for those freaks who were not able to catch up : I shed some tears. Reason? I don't know for sure - I mean it can't be the music, it was as cheerful as it always has. But I think, and that might be true despite other probable conclusions : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss someone dearly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was staring at the photo till I virtually go blind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quickly, I searched my bag for eyedrops to sneak away with it, telling my friend it was just some stupid drops of fluids. Aha - like she ever noticed I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally talked to mom after a one full week - or even more : I felt so great. Last night she chatted with me for half an hour - and yeah - she's the angel. And she spoke to me after my mocks today , saying my dearie daughter will come in 10 days' time. I just can't help feeling so so so excited and touched ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It has been a month of Sundays since I last hugged and kissed her, my next of kins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the end of the day I interviewed a cute Japanese guy - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;an absolute Adonis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Akito Yamaguchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. I swear man, I mean, ahem, girls, &lt;em&gt;he is so deliciously cute&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;HA-HA&lt;/em&gt;. His English isn't so well, so the way he responds is sometimes.... very appealing, to me, at least. OK I admit his eyes were pretty. I mean, the eyes I love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The few Japanese words he attempted to say sounded so damn hell sweet. If I'm allowed to I'll go after him - haha just kidding. (Or am I?) OK I'm losing my head. &lt;em&gt;Moving on..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my oral examination tomorrow - the real CIE thing. I don't know how well am I gonna do , or how badly I'm gonna do ; but I just want to take a rest. &lt;em&gt;Today seems to be taking forever to end&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-7206399880457712973?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7206399880457712973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7206399880457712973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7206399880457712973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7206399880457712973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day.html' title='My Day'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7657122788369517077</id><published>2008-10-12T08:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:49:42.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1:00:00</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title indicates &lt;em&gt;the duratio&lt;/em&gt;n I spent on calling the freaky dude : TSR from 8 hours time zone away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I have gone crazy.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't look at me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was Graduation OMG :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That's why I made this crazy choice, to spend the whole lot of my credit available in my sim card.. Although it costed about 10 pounds ; I felt so proud and happy I did call up. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And despite the fact Shuting fell asleep and snored ; and TTH's phone suddenly die off ; SINREN getting scolded by her brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was still a perfect call - to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a long long time after I ran out of credit, I felt --- as if I was one of them again. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The bunch of girls worrying about pimples , talking about gossips and heat it up , whispering on our old crushes , complaining about stress and days left till the bloody bloody examinations.&lt;/span&gt; And it all felt good. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so happy for you guys. Hey, graduation means no more secondary life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG we're growing up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; How time fliesss...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder how it felt to be listening to Jenny's speech. I hope it felt like tasting a fine square piece of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dark chocolate - you need to learn to taste the bittersweet in between, slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Some people love it , some people simply hate it - for our case (assuming), we loved it so much we wouldn't wanna leave. But ha! Parts of us want to try new things out as well don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I envy you guys for having the &lt;strong&gt;CCHY PE-shirt bear&lt;/strong&gt;. D; I wanna cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes my &lt;strong&gt;CCHY limited edition mini bear&lt;/strong&gt; so lonely. @@;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway - happy graduating. And many lucks for the O's in about 6 days' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: GET OFF FACEBOOK OMG DONT U HAVE REVISION TO DO SINREN -_-;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-7657122788369517077?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7657122788369517077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7657122788369517077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7657122788369517077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7657122788369517077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/10000.html' title='1:00:00'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1566830001399110851</id><published>2008-10-08T16:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:53:41.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressurized.</title><content type='html'>As I walk past the corridor, my tutor greeted me with his usual bright, energetic voice. The how-are-you-kalley felt like stuffing a mouthful of cotton into my wind pipe. Yes, uncomfortable and very very very stressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No John - I'm not so good : I'm feeling pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?! Noo.. You don't look pressurized! You look like you're enjoying the exams!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sank down deeper....&lt;br /&gt;Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mathematics and Physics tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone at all see how fed up I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My physics teacher expects me to do absolutely fine if I proceed on taking 5 subjects in A levels. My english teacher expects an A star from me, giving me a big smiling wink on her face.&lt;br /&gt;My biology teacher expects me not to forget everything she has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;My mathematics teacher simply expect me to remember my 'status'??? (OH shit wth am I talking)&lt;br /&gt;and my chemistry teacher just shakes his evil face when I get a big cross for any single question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna throw a shoe in your faces.&lt;br /&gt;(I mean no harm to all my teachers...... I just mean.. any random persons...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly : the centre head is really getting me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;His expectation is the highest, and the most unreachable. Talk about realistic timing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10  minutes to my meeting with the group &amp;amp; centre head Ross Wainwright.&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing how to die. I haven't got anything to show him... nothing, nothing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my Mocks Oral. And Denise said my voice was monotonous. And indeed, I was going blank ....... In short, I'm tired and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Palmer is not around these 2 days. The class I look most forward to every week. She always cheer my day up. and now, I'm restless and as exhausted as a standing piece of paper. - Yes , A PAPER CANNOT STAND WTF IS WRONG WITH U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new clock is launched at Cambridge University, where the designs of the clock include a grasshopper eating up the times and seconds of that big clock - just to let you know time are being 'wasted' and won't come back again even if there's always tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my time is going just like that.&lt;br /&gt;When I really do my best to grab a good hold of it - BUT IT DOESNT WORK :(&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;I need more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN I need to stayback to interview a Japanese guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I don't have time for revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn damn damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1566830001399110851?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1566830001399110851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1566830001399110851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1566830001399110851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1566830001399110851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/pressurized.html' title='Pressurized.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5554030463160653869</id><published>2008-10-06T20:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:54:02.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My day has arrived to haunt me (officially).</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's not like things had been angelic and smooth. Not at all for a student about to sit for exams like me - like everyone else in many countries. But I bet I'm at the worse off end. Why? Because I haven't been studying. Hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The worst part. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's two pimples found this morning.&lt;/span&gt; The first thing that came to my mind : OH SHIT DAMN ANTHONY I'VE BEEN AWAKE THESE TWO NIGHTS FOR UR BDAE PRESENT. But, oh well, I guess I really can't blame him... In fact, it was all from my own will. My own idea, alllllll my ownnnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKowu-QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psQEBWDrrDE/s1600-h/AntKent+Bdae+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKowu-QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psQEBWDrrDE/s1600-h/AntKent+Bdae+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides, who ask me to overslept. That's why I've been crowned the slugabed queen. (by myself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of Anthony, &lt;em&gt;it was his 17th birthday on 4th october 2008&lt;/em&gt;... and yes, I'm really happy for him ;D I remember once we were talking about birthdays. and his comment was it was nothing more than a 'special date', so he doesn't need an unique, out of the ordinary style of party. But I insisted. He said I don't have to spend hours for his present. I still insisted. He said I don't even have to give him a present. But I stubbornly wanted to --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just because, it is a special date - 04/10/2008 : anthony awanis' s 17th birthday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;To me, it was more than just that. As I told him something that even surprised myself : Hey, you were borned 17 years ago, how cool is that? Without this day, I wouldn't know you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Apparently my words did not just appeal to Kalley but also Anthony himself. 'Wow I've never thought of it like that before...' &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I grinned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the day of the celebration, I realised none of the boys bought a cake. I felt guilty and called up my friends to fix the situation. As I hung up the call - the boys approached Anthony (quietly sitting on the chair) with a bowl of ice creams/cakes (I would really like to call them desserts) with ONE FXCKING CANDLE ON IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I froze. And quickly texted my friends NOT TO BUY BDAE CAKE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKrvljzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c68qTM4RLbY/s1600-h/AntKent+Bdae.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136343636053810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKrvljzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c68qTM4RLbY/s320/AntKent+Bdae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The day passed. It was not very special special, as the way I wanted it to be. But as I asked Anthony, he replied saying he would want nothing more than a normal day, 'man'. I smiled in the darkness (we were in cinema) , looking at his youthful yet handsome looking face, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really wanted to do more , more, more on his birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note : I'm not in love with him.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eh, hold on, maybe I am indeed in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just not the way you guys want things to be. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anthony Awanis has been a real true good friend so far. And so far - I've &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;been 100% impressed by his personality.&lt;/span&gt; Although I shouldn't have shared these tiny details &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(since I'm shy),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I really felt of talking about him all day non-stop &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;(only sometimes when I go crazy)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I always have told my friends - I can assure and reassure you that Anthony is 100% good man , so if you want to have a boyfriend go for him, I mean, if he's willing to, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've always felt like a little sister talking about her older brother. But he &lt;em&gt;was more than an older brother&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He was like a quiet listener, a logical advisor, a true friend, a caring mama....&lt;/span&gt; One used to tell me do not have high expectations from the others : else you'll feel nothing but sadness in the end. But in his case,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; it was hard to not to expect much : as he's always there , as a friend. And that's all I need in my stressful overseas life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxK7XPMzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RB23jbX_-c4/s1600-h/AntKent+Bdae+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136347828892466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxK7XPMzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/RB23jbX_-c4/s320/AntKent+Bdae+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that was all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I sunk under my sheets of past examination papers.. and stressed by this sempiternal and monotonous life , about to become a lachrymose lunatic girl : &lt;em&gt;A real friend is all I need. And a real friend I need only has to listen and care.&lt;/em&gt; I'm glad I have more than just one over here. That's why there are still several steps to distant me from this lachrymose stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKowu-QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psQEBWDrrDE/s1600-h/AntKent+Bdae+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I'm still having hard time being disciplined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKowu-QI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/psQEBWDrrDE/s1600-h/AntKent+Bdae+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But no, I'm yet to be defeated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;However - I'm envisaging that day will come : very very soon - on this coming Thursday.. my Mathematics and Physics Mocks Exam. May god bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm god, and I bless you". :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL saw this sentence from facebook -.-;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kalley&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/6760660646921399808-5554030463160653869?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5554030463160653869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5554030463160653869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5554030463160653869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5554030463160653869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-day-has-arrived-to-haunt-me.html' title='My day has arrived to haunt me (officially).'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SOpxKrvljzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c68qTM4RLbY/s72-c/AntKent+Bdae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-4847892428492492745</id><published>2008-10-02T18:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:30:11.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mr lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valediction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classmates'/><title type='text'>Valediction - so important I don't want to be exempted from.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Valediction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is like one of the most important things one can ever experience in his/her whole life. A less than 10 minutes speech, a famous, bright and pinned with shiny badges model student will step up on stage --- and tell the world with extreme confidence , fluently describing how our heart have raced and burnt and how we have learnt the moral values before and &lt;em&gt;at the 16-year level..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's so important because, we know, at another 16 years later, we'll be looking back and smiling , giggling at our past, knowing we've never regretted those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In that short 10 minutes (or so), all our memories are allowed to be flashed on screen - and only the sweetest things . The best of all - the clip is different and unique in every individual ; but we all clap for the exact same thing - the history we made in CCHY. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our group of wild, uncontrollable, a total headache, different characteristics people getting together , fusing a 4H-reaction. &lt;/span&gt;We went through the process of chemical process to bond, forming some other major troubles for the members of staff ; and now, our bond will be left to decay - &lt;strong&gt;just like radioactive isotopes, we never know when will it decay and fade away - we only know ; it won't break that easily like anything else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fellas, hey - we're graduating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In fact it's only next week - 10th / 10 / 2008 Graduation Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm glad I can still address myself as a member of 4H - I'm the one that messed with the registration, and &lt;em&gt;remained the permanent index no.1 of 4H`2008.&lt;/em&gt; But it aches not graduating with you people - and not being one of the audiences who will weep and hug each other down the stage : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we allow our Jenny Ganeshrays valedict our stubborn history. Our time of glory flushing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(sry it felt the perfect word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; our heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of how people have always said the truth can't be overruled by your desire ; In Cambridge I'm trapped , in different time zones we share - and mobile phones restricted at the time of graduation ceremony ..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I only have one thing to say to 4H geeks : I'm really proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember how I started my life in CCHY : A noob freshman knowing absolutely no one , and volunteered for the Class Monitress position. How the class laughed in relaxed ease when I did my introduction. Making a foolish facial expression and searching for clues in my mind.. 'Um, 15 years old?' . The next day see me sitting at the corner and helped brainstorm for the class motto. &lt;strong&gt;'Believe in ourselves and dare to dream'&lt;/strong&gt;, and that motto stayed fixed for these two consecutive years. The first week passed with me memorizing the faces and names of my dear classmates, sorting out the stack of forms in my bedroom and quietly testing myself who is who. There was my monitress badge giving ceremony. With me smiling , acting unappreciative and the 'ah whatsoever' look. But deep down I knew I was the only person - able to tell what I truly felt at that moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our quickly-faded secondary three year with me feeling totally reluctant to the whole new life. Looking behind me, how I used to hate every single little things make me feel like a total bitch. I admit - I hated Daddy Lee; I hated having high expectations for being the monitress; I hated the after-school tuitions just because '4H must get single digit'. &lt;strong&gt;No doubt, I hate my world having to revolve around the bloody damn O's. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unwilling, I took with my burdened shoulders and heavy steps to return to school which is only 5 minutes away. but it took me less than a day of realizing everyone experienced the identical feelings as I did, but they bothered to make an effort to adapt and fit in. You hear the annoyance , complaints and the talk-backs when you're &lt;em&gt;simply shitting in the ladies&lt;/em&gt;. All of us hated the &lt;em&gt;old vxxgin&lt;/em&gt;, we hated how people look at you in a different way. It especially stabbed through our hearts when rumours said Ms Lin was glad she didn't have to teach us anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life was miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daddy Lee never give up &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;reminding us of the realistic world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He compared us with the top elite schools, he compared me with our model students, he publicly humiliate a person's &lt;em&gt;(haha Samuel)&lt;/em&gt; uniform and appearance, he threw his temper at us and left the class leaving us in total blank of what to do next, but sometimes he's really good : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he can wipe his dirty dusty hands on his face and let us make fun of it, he call and visit you when you're sick, he lets you know what is his dream and ultimate beliefs for the class, he discusses with you on how to make the class more united, how he looked at us and smiled as if we were his own children during the CCHY`2007 camp&lt;/span&gt; ---- over time, we learnt, the moral of the story is nothing more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Appreciation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early 2008 greeted us with a new teaching and learning system. Not just lectures - but forms relating to &lt;em&gt;'your O's targets'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'your current grade'&lt;/em&gt; are distributed and filled in. &lt;em&gt;A lady with microphone&lt;/em&gt; always ask you to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'aim high, aim high'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... We the kiasu people always did what she told us to. But as all these happen, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the stress eats us up bits by bits, lumps by lumps, secreting chemical enzymes just to make sure you're in full despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But as matureness developed inside us, we now understand it, and are thankful for everything. That's why we've &lt;strong&gt;burnt the night oils together&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;texting each other 'jiayous'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;after-school tuition&lt;/strong&gt; by our &lt;em&gt;Science Freak Timothy, mugger Hannah, the very sunshine Sunshine, the one who always slap me in my back ChengMun, the gorgeous SinRen, the silent MayDay lover TzyHuoy, the older-than-me-but-have-always-called-me-mama JueTong, and Timothy's girlfriend HuiChin&lt;/em&gt; ... &amp;amp; many many more who have helped me during my most difficult times so far in life : &lt;strong&gt;thank you for offering me a helping hand from grieve.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yes - it's now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;eyebags are now worth it&lt;/em&gt; - for more secured future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;process is even more worth it&lt;/em&gt; - for we've now grown up : &lt;strong&gt;we're more motivated than ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Fighters'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the word I use to describe my fellow classmates. They may say they are afraid of losing their treasured things when they are up to battle in war -- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but you never see them stop revising.&lt;/span&gt; It's the result that matter - we've learnt from lessons. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just like the raw chicken game. To win : you must always work twice harder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here marks the end of our secondary life.&lt;/strong&gt; Soon 4H will be replaced by the current 3H, where the index number one will not be named Chong Chwen Bing. I really wish to be there, very very badly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to at least once - shed tears in my secondary life and feel satisfied by all my craze and foolishness .. with you people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But since the fact remains still , I shall wish you the very best in your upcoming O levels, feeling confident that you'll be OK. ;) &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Happy graduating, geeks.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Jenny?&lt;/em&gt; You must, make Daddy Lee weep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyone?&lt;/em&gt; You must, take a picture and post on facebook and show it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalley / ChwenBing (7.52PM Cambridge time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-4847892428492492745?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/4847892428492492745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=4847892428492492745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4847892428492492745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/4847892428492492745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/10/valediction-so-important-i-dont-want-to.html' title='Valediction - so important I don&apos;t want to be exempted from.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-4536832336766734558</id><published>2008-09-28T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:10:35.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SN90OqAl0KI/AAAAAAAAATg/zVskU_EaSRY/s1600-h/m156442236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SN90OqAl0KI/AAAAAAAAATg/zVskU_EaSRY/s320/m156442236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you're there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been difficult for me ever since I came back to UK..&lt;br /&gt;and I'm relli relly glad, someone is always upstairs for me to disturb and lend a hug x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have been extremely &lt;strong&gt;special communication&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, it has been an &lt;strong&gt;untimate heal&lt;/strong&gt; for my wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss xxx's hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;they used to keep my strong.&lt;br /&gt;they always have the power to recharge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since u're not offering it anymore;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friendships huggings&lt;/span&gt; are like the best I can wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Candy for offering the best friendship hug for 23489 times. ::P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm feeling much  betterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N I'm really proud of myself..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div style='clear:both; 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(OK maybe alil too exaggerating). At first, I thought she was old-tempered and commanding. For some unknown reasons, you won't hate her, even after awhile. Over time, I learnt she is a mentally strong girl. But sometimes, you see her alone, and then you have this urge to run over and hug her so tight , just felt like telling her, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'hey, you are not alone, okay?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I was never very very close to her. In fact, I always always upset her - made her angry or doing something stupid. She can do a lot of things under great determination. She has always proven me how to treat things with your instincts. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not your freaky decision of 'feelings'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today, we went wild and stuffs. They played some games, and luckily I didn't lose. Any of those. So I didn't have to end up with wasabi. Damn how cool is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But. OK maybe there was something I lost to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were playing cards earlier this afternoon.  I lost. I stood up on a table and yell '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Happy BIRTHDAY HEBEEEEEEEEEEEEE'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK I was sure many people noticed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But U know how I go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'ARH it's ok, friend's one and all.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); font-family: arial; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.tw/lh/photo/eB2-DRNwJLp4JDzb8obkWA?authkey=YUTw7xeM2tk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/kalley29/SN41uGTY2QI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oOqwqHuDY3c/s800/HebeBirthday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I Love U dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be happy always OK. Don't pressure yourself too much as I kept on repeating and repeating. Thanks for being my friend. Thanks for teaching me lots of things. Thanks thanks thanks. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Thanks for being Lao Un Wai HEBE :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for being nuts and crazy and brought alot of happiness through out the 100 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for shopping with me today and gave me lots of ideas. though noisy but helpful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Again : Happy 17th birthday. U R LIKE a beautiful blooming floWER. ^^;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KALLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6760660646921399808-3457878895853449183?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3457878895853449183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3457878895853449183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3457878895853449183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3457878895853449183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/09/hebes-17th-birthday.html' title='HeBe&apos;s 17th Birthday'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/kalley29/SN41uGTY2QI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oOqwqHuDY3c/s72-c/HebeBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1072681067641630650</id><published>2008-09-24T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:03:32.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to dear beloved..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dear dear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ming sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : another year of bdae without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do U miss me, sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hopefully I'm there next year to celebrate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kalley [the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th year&lt;/span&gt; of close friendship.. ] &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love U ^^;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1072681067641630650?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1072681067641630650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1072681067641630650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1072681067641630650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1072681067641630650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-dear-beloved.html' title='happy birthday to dear beloved..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-9133737434187475143</id><published>2008-09-21T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:26:20.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Holidays 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.tw/lh/photo/M0pteMklG4FYk-uoKiqNMg?authkey=Rsy8oWXeVEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNYrEXbAoSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pNMczBqcmV0/s400/CIMG1219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; for her.&lt;br /&gt;She always managed to touch my heart so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was completely attached to me..&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I said 'bye-bye',&lt;br /&gt;I see fear and lost-ness in her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl, I promise, I will bring you by my side...soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left;width: auto; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.tw/lh/photo/W0EHyNfDNwFuyQs6utVNfw?authkey=Rsy8oWXeVEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNYr7G1kexI/AAAAAAAAAJY/npXp2n11fc0/s400/CIMG1225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.tw/lh/photo/5z0jsHKbrpr1e72t3naj6Q?authkey=Rsy8oWXeVEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNYsY91nSjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ras5zcecQc8/s400/CIMG1224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I bought a RM16.90 ball for Kitty to run in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He would disturb me now and then to let him run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Under condition : muffin is not in the room to kick him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.tw/lh/photo/--i1kaxXR_qxtvVSoUNvYw?authkey=Rsy8oWXeVEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNYtVib5R1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/cFa02lp1bvk/s400/CIMG1230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NeCurs&lt;/span&gt; got her skin infected again, bleeding and her skin just fall off. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Several nights I weeped looking at her , and listening to her cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When NeCurs was much younger, about 3 months old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom wanted to give her away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I begged and cried and yelled and even scribbled all over for Curs to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My 1-week effort finally then paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NeCurs&lt;/span&gt; companied me during my most fearful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I let her in the house when no one's home, I cuddle her and she slept on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She was like an angel during my childhood days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after Mimie left us, I always have thought she is the gift from Mimie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To company me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But now at times I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If Curs went to someone else's, would she have received better care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More love, more warmth, less dogfights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would she be happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Such thinkings are useless, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still, when vet said she won't be able to have furs growing at the infected area anymore due to past non-fully recovered wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It aches my heart again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her hospitalization fee was about 200 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I want the best for her.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I hope she knows I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com.tw/lh/photo/IrTfUMAANBZ_HH-ImWr2tw?authkey=Rsy8oWXeVEw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNZA2C1iEEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Zeq4A7Xx8ko/s400/CIMG1262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNY09fVWthI/AAAAAAAAAJw/JtFUjHHZVws/s400/CIMG1264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back in Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to leave again. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-9133737434187475143?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/9133737434187475143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=9133737434187475143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/9133737434187475143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/9133737434187475143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-holidays-2008.html' title='Summer Holidays 2008'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/kalley29/SNYrEXbAoSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pNMczBqcmV0/s72-c/CIMG1219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-2993437706085280372</id><published>2008-09-06T03:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:35:51.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; looks at u with eyes full of questions...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;she is not at all fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; stares at you she is wondering &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;why you are lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; lays on your chest .. she is wishing for you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to be hers forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; wants to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;see you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... she wants to be pampered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; says ' I love you ' .. she means it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;/span&gt; says ' I miss you ' .... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person ....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Find a guy ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait for the guy &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;who ... kisses your forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who turns to his friends and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ' That's her!! '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6760660646921399808-2993437706085280372?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/2993437706085280372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=2993437706085280372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2993437706085280372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2993437706085280372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/09/girl.html' title='GIRL..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-8799552680909309081</id><published>2008-08-23T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:39:25.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuantan Life.</title><content type='html'>First of all : I need to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to give you empty hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. due to personal reasons : sorry, I can't meetup and yam cha with you people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esp C.M. M.T. Kent and K.O.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised you four, but.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really something, stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;and I can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a promise made long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I won't, and never will, involve any of you into my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the last thing I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not showing up; sorry for all the late replies : I know you guys have been wondering where have I been.......&lt;br /&gt;(and right this moment, Kent is MSN-ing asking already =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... have something to protect. and a principle I insist. I.... am a nerd. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I've been far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我是猪头……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-8799552680909309081?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/8799552680909309081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=8799552680909309081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8799552680909309081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8799552680909309081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/08/kuantan-life.html' title='Kuantan Life.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-2725938391647233375</id><published>2008-08-15T03:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:20:01.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4Eo5vm4x7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4Eo5vm4x7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babes, I'm in Kuantan now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Next week holiday lets go yam cha..&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday I'm free for ppl to date... HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go singapore the week after.&lt;br /&gt;(if anyone wants to sponsor a place to stay larrrr... )&lt;br /&gt;I miss Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin's home and he sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he barked at Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;and my sister said he wanted to bite Kitty when I was away.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cut his thing down and chop it into balls.&lt;br /&gt;And let him eat it himself. (this last sentence comes from my mom... &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installation Nite am not going..&lt;br /&gt;Because.. no partner lahs.&lt;br /&gt;My partner doesn't wanna go..&lt;br /&gt;Soooo..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Since my wife told me 4 times or more that she doesn't wanna go too..&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's that then~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss chunming.&lt;br /&gt;I miss lao po.&lt;br /&gt;I miss kent.&lt;br /&gt;I miss ah fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@.@&lt;br /&gt;Alahmaksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-2725938391647233375?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/2725938391647233375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=2725938391647233375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2725938391647233375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2725938391647233375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-journey.html' title='Love Journey'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1815641171486389250</id><published>2008-08-10T19:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:47:16.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going going going home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20080530221-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/friends/20080530221-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mosta &amp;amp; Yuki.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My first 2 friends made in UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were very very very close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Were, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then we went distant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Certain times , I feel left out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then again : it's life ain't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Destined to meet someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Destined to know someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Destined to be close to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Destined to leave someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Destined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;it was destined to love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's my second last day in Cambridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I asked Yuki out, since we have alot of catching up to do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She told me her stories, and I told her mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Certain times this girl does things I simply dislike..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but most of the time I end up being .. considerate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Needing to see them break down at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a deeper heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when you simply, cannot help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I understood we'll never be close anymore -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but it felt nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;having to sit down and talk and chit chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a cup of coffee in starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yuki and I are two similar species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we always have our points of views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we always try so hard to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's leaving Cambridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may or may not see her again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but whatever then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll miss her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/friends/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00301-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/friends/DSC00301-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These photos are from a graduation ball earlier in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember that day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happiest day in UK I had so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it didn't last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I described myself as Cinderella's stepsister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happiness was so short - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;not enough even to indulge myself in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and Cinderella came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and my spotlight ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I had the chance to choose again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would, want to remain in our world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was wrong, to enter another world I wasn't clear of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now I miss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'their' world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This summer holiday will be a tough one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An important decision affecting my whole life will be done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going back home has always been stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I miss F&amp;amp;F very much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but every single time I went back, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;every different version of stories are written in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That feeling is scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In exactly 12 hours I'll be leaving Cambridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sincerely hope..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever decisions made this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He'll stay by me and support..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow.. I need his support the most right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and something tells me he will..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;can't wait to meet him and the old gang.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and lao po too.. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to do my final packing now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6760660646921399808-1815641171486389250?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1815641171486389250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1815641171486389250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1815641171486389250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1815641171486389250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-going-going-home.html' title='I&apos;m going going going home.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/friends/th_20080530221-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7124079802808871671</id><published>2008-08-02T11:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:08:10.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4H!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Please don't get emo. &lt;div&gt;Please don't get beaten down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't let yourself down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't let me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't get me worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I experience heartaches whenever I realize you guys are stressed and fucked up, yet .. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;failure is not an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And so you guys must keep on going forward, despise all those tonnes of burden you have to carry, it is still a must to reach the top A.S.A.P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't leave, I know, I must be one of you guys too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you guys obviously did better job than me. You guys are enduring, and silently yet working hard - knowing all these will be worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And that makes me feel so proud of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;4H&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this short 4 month duration, we've all grown up in different sorts of way. I'm seeing different individuals chatting / emailing / talking to me with different characteristics. And most importantly, you guys are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;united, bonded&lt;/span&gt; - you guys &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;care for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know O levels are just in 2 months' time. (thanks to our MSN countdowner YunQi who constantly stress us out ... ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also know you guys are true fighters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I haven't been forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in contact, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4H class register no.1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-7124079802808871671?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7124079802808871671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7124079802808871671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7124079802808871671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7124079802808871671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/08/4h.html' title='4H!!!'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-8193872792437989074</id><published>2008-08-01T15:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:06:39.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanics love</title><content type='html'>In this very short not-writing-blog period,&lt;br /&gt;I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alot. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;More logical.&lt;br /&gt;..and, more than ever&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; - appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SJMhrAH2lDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/THfC6eTKbU0/s1600-h/_44881430_4def6f9d-0d35-4f17-95b4-63f92341f7c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I've been learning more about &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;climate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or maybe it's because it's just a process of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Or even, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm afraid of the realistic world I'm starting to learn about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way = I'm hoping my prediction is true : it's a positive sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20ae0f01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/20ae0f01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cuss more than usual, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;(and I kinda conclude that as part of grown-ups-attitude.)&lt;br /&gt;but I also tend to be more, mushy..&lt;br /&gt;(It began to be scary to my friends and family...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5b3d73ac.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/5b3d73ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been constantly saying shocking things to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;About my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;because as I discover more things : - I also realizes, something I used to value are not that important. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AND,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things I used to think I can live without - became indigiously vital. and I.. want to be , &lt;strong&gt;someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fame, not money.&lt;br /&gt;But someone loving her F and F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone, able to do that more than just saying it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be someone able to provide shelter.&lt;br /&gt;even if it was corrosive substances pouring on this lame shelter,&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna ensure I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of August.&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;em&gt;eclipse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home soon.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;home - home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;real home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm missing &lt;strong&gt;my wife&lt;/strong&gt; deeply.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm missing my &lt;strong&gt;dearest family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these while are worth doing for -&lt;br /&gt;when I'm convinced they are my &lt;strong&gt;source of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;works better than &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;any highly concentrated caffeins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and any other &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;orgasms you receive during your sex lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them.&lt;br /&gt;and I want to continue doing that forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/?action=view&amp;amp;current=52e1ad76.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i335.photobucket.com/albums/m471/oops_kalley/52e1ad76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry Candy, I know I promised not to post it with your body in it.&lt;br /&gt;T.T;; but hey, I look totally FAT in it too&lt;br /&gt;Hope one day you'll learn to understand :&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is so bad with a natural self that needs to be buried in shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Not even my fat ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be confident, friends.&lt;br /&gt;Quoting 'it's not about what you have, it's about what you do with what you've got'&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Pictures : trip to Botanic garden .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signiing off with lots of Botanics Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalley ^^&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/6760660646921399808-8193872792437989074?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/8193872792437989074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=8193872792437989074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8193872792437989074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/8193872792437989074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/08/botanics-love.html' title='Botanics love'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1753364791387555113</id><published>2008-07-21T20:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:15:02.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;div&gt;Something is yelling inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'BURN THAT CHUNK OF HW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHY CARE.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;'NO. GLOBAL WARMING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;IF YOU BURN THAT HOMEWORK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;IM GONNA BURN UR ASS.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woo. ok. my ass is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so fine, I'll finish my homework..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maybe later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn that stupid host father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really dissatisfied with him nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S NOT MY JOB TO LISTEN TO UR SCOLDINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; THEN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;translate to the chinese girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really want to nag on and scold people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEARN MANDARIN AND U CAN CUSS AS MUCH AS U WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; call me darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;daddy's girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6760660646921399808-1753364791387555113?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1753364791387555113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1753364791387555113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1753364791387555113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1753364791387555113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-2664152378623235134</id><published>2008-07-19T19:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:36:44.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't tell what's wrong..</title><content type='html'>It has been a really really really weird day for me..&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys will forgive me for not uploading the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but I really feel .... so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;By what? By who?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not one of the hormonal changes again.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away,&lt;br /&gt;I want my smiley face back.&lt;br /&gt;You stupid part of memory, shoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already letting you go,&lt;br /&gt;will you just speed up and LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck..&lt;br /&gt;Damn it,&lt;br /&gt;get off my mind!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I miss my giggly face--&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when all these haven't happened! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off the computer. Sigh... &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-2664152378623235134?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/2664152378623235134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=2664152378623235134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2664152378623235134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2664152378623235134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-tell-whats-wrong.html' title='I can&apos;t tell what&apos;s wrong..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-7092587015857165726</id><published>2008-07-17T21:09:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:31:26.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoming... pictures I promised (finally!) :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okD12vcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FgJS1fZ23KY/s1600-h/CIMG0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Incoming... pictures I promised (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;!) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079430233013698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okD12vcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FgJS1fZ23KY/s320/CIMG0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;On my way to sandringham... Bored like hell...&gt; &gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okX3ijsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nzpC_XDwIF8/s1600-h/CIMG0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079435608788674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okX3ijsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nzpC_XDwIF8/s320/CIMG0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;We're in!! LOL OMG XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;the person charged all of us child ticket..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Only 5 pounds!! hhahahaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Supposingly only me and Apple can get this special treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;(since we are innocent 15-year-old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;but haha, all those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thick face ones ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;no lar, the person selling really veri kind.. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-pfStKIEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HvAxZinAMhs/s1600-h/CIMG0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224080447835349058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-pfStKIEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HvAxZinAMhs/s320/CIMG0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I like this one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;damn.. this house is just huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;OK fine, maybe not as huge as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Her Majesty's&lt;/span&gt; other castles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;but this is like the x1000 magnified version of my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okTsaJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U16oMTYW52A/s1600-h/CIMG0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079434488358178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okTsaJSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U16oMTYW52A/s320/CIMG0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-ok80hSeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3_HnVDUw5cM/s1600-h/CIMG0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224079445528234466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-ok80hSeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3_HnVDUw5cM/s320/CIMG0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was amazed by how straight they are lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okwfsk2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tPYZaFFX-1w/s320/CIMG0937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;it's really sttraaaiiighhhttt. -.-;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-peyd_veI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dsfid4uZ5pw/s1600-h/CIMG0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224080439181819362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-peyd_veI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Dsfid4uZ5pw/s320/CIMG0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WHAT IF I POSE UGLY-LY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;I rule .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;at least, in my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. this was snapped at instance though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did not have the chance to do other poses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was running throughout the garden as I was the one takin pictures here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have to catch up to them... oh wellz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-pfFt4K0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/NIv-t1EY0ek/s1600-h/CIMG0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224080444348705602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-pfFt4K0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/NIv-t1EY0ek/s320/CIMG0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-pfJWrDtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/tw1qzs1vmG0/s1600-h/CIMG0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what's that for, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just felt like doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, you're right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was in the mood of measuring it. wth -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on the day we went to Hunstington&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which I will update tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it took me forever to load these already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't plan to sacrifice my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;beauty sleep time hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway people, here are the pictures I owe you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Hope you enjoyed ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Below are some hot spotlights and a little background story aka behind the scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-ok80hSeI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3_HnVDUw5cM/s1600-h/CIMG0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rrRbItkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Nh7wN2qJnJk/s1600-h/CIMG0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224082852673009218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rrRbItkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Nh7wN2qJnJk/s200/CIMG0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Hebe on the left : oii oiiii why point your finger at me harrr? &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,238)"&gt;Candy on the right : (wear braces) omg I tell you.. the what what what and something something...etc. (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rtFPx0lI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6lpwY2Trnbo/s1600-h/CIMG0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224082883763884626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rtFPx0lI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6lpwY2Trnbo/s200/CIMG0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Hebe : OK SHUT up I don't want to hear anymore. -smacks- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Candy : OUCH!!! -runs...-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lol under 16th please view this with parental companionship. HAHA XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rtric4zI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R_YOQgXSOl4/s1600-h/CIMG0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224082894042751794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rtric4zI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R_YOQgXSOl4/s200/CIMG0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Hebe : try talking and talking and talking again and SEE WHAT HAPPENS. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Candy : T_T ... sobs... ok....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rt8_zEqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YZShG-B4Dyc/s1600-h/CIMG0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224082898729243298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-rt8_zEqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YZShG-B4Dyc/s200/CIMG0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And meanwhile, where's&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; APPLE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, posing with this, not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, she's just staying outta trouble, which is... clever. ;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-ruBVObCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r4PZfAsc858/s1600-h/CIMG0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224082899892857890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-ruBVObCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/r4PZfAsc858/s200/CIMG0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Hebe hurried away.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Candy : HEBEEEEE.. DONT LEAavVVeEE MEEE alOOoneEEEE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Apple : wow this place is quite big.. hmm.. -enjoys the sunshine-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. lol, ok so maybe I'm a bad make up storyteller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeah, their moments captured are just funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet I'm a good photographer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and nah, we're good girlfriends =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-qT9OchMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XM9GqJk71Tw/s200/CIMG0952.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-qUTwt8JI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jPzsXwro7b8/s200/CIMG0985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;signing off with thoughts .. (i miss u all &gt;&lt;::) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kalley... lots and lots of loves &lt;3..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&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/6760660646921399808-7092587015857165726?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/7092587015857165726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=7092587015857165726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7092587015857165726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/7092587015857165726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/07/incoming-pictures-i-promised-finally-d.html' title='Incoming... pictures I promised (finally!) :D'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SH-okD12vcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FgJS1fZ23KY/s72-c/CIMG0925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5780107975051926835</id><published>2008-06-27T21:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:57:38.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>His life, my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;His life, my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm one step ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How cool is that xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the past few weeks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd really like to thank all my girlfriends that showed concern &amp;amp; support..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**Singapore**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HuiChin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SinRen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Kuantan**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ChunMing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theng dearie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;**Cambridge**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hebe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Candy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apple..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mosta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Christine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shi Han..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eugenie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Linh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Annis.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sammie.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anthony..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jin dearie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;**Family**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World's best mummy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World's best sister - Chwen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World's best brother - YHong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;World's best sis-in-law - BLee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It meant alot to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm seriously blessed with you guys' presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean yeahh. thanks all. from the veri bottom of my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Would really like to thank a few persons specifically ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SinRen - my cutest girlfriend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Girl, thanks for constantly missing me (elleh xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and constantly showing concern after I'm here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(even though everyone else almost disappeared.. hmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The last chat was sweet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll never regret knowing you.. ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ChunMing - my leng zai grandpapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Grandpapa~~ I swear man, you're like getting more and more macho (elleh XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcEh0OICI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4Brczzdcwmo/s1600-h/P6150302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216676976245219362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcEh0OICI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4Brczzdcwmo/s320/P6150302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Remember our date horr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you always tipu orang sia.. kaka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.. thanks for comforting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even though I know you're like 99% joking about stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yep yep.. my grandpapa sure can get a girlfriend hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you lots .. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Theng Dearie - my best best best best best friend in the whole universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'it's not just your life, it's his life too.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks darling, this helped me alot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcbOubrEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-IOUU5KSuZY/s1600-h/1_451945920l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216677366257658946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcbOubrEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-IOUU5KSuZY/s320/1_451945920l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looks like we're constantly learning things from each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our promise dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll return to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;where we can get together again ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I swear I'll tell you everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of whatever I've learnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Be tough, girl, while I'm away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I failed to take good care of myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(and the one you ask to take good care of me.. Hebe is like.. totally forgot about it already haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess I made you worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and I know you were trying to cheer me up .. (or maybe not.. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks for all those chats.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love you dear.. Muahhhx &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anthony - eat shittttttt.. hahahaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You gained my respect, dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean yah.. thanks for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;slaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVdEmxV_0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GPhWOZ2X5sw/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216678077086957378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVdEmxV_0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/GPhWOZ2X5sw/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time ever have I been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;slapped for hurting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks for all the advices..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've churned them over.. and they began to taste sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope I can be as logic as you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;often when I lose my way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you cut me off and direct me straight away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; of my mood swings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks for showing concern and for saying I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;damn I'm starting to miss you already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&gt;.&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jin dearie - my girlfriend in Cambridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Girlfriend.. thanks for lending me every lean and every hug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;scolding me when I get too silly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcnvCb-1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zBpJ3_7yM88/s1600-h/DSC00335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216677581089930066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcnvCb-1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zBpJ3_7yM88/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for constantly making jokes to cheer me up and distract me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for walking me home and making sure I won't have too much time alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there, always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to all my bragging and nagging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being both a good girlfriend and a naggy brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks for just being yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making yourself THAT important in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all those randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all those mushy words ( that I forced you to say )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS. I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. what a touching post.. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I've wiped out everything and moved on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I won't say I'm fully charged and ready to challenge again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm definitely feeling better with you guys around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks for all the parience with my immature requests and actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was self- centred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was too busy thinking of how to make myself feeling better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you guys are one nerdy group that are willing to fulfill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just can't wait to quickly go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and hug everyone of you tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll be back soon.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kaLLeY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5780107975051926835?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5780107975051926835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5780107975051926835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5780107975051926835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5780107975051926835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/06/his-life-my-life.html' title='His life, my life.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SGVcEh0OICI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4Brczzdcwmo/s72-c/P6150302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-125105324690277936</id><published>2008-06-24T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:15:10.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocated</title><content type='html'>Suffocated &lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up like half an hour earlier lately..&lt;br /&gt;(well that isn't really purposely.. cause I ain't able to sleep anyway....)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I walk incredibly slow these days.... (it usually take me 8 mins to school)&lt;br /&gt;It's just...&lt;br /&gt;after he left, the same exact road to school or going back home&lt;br /&gt;the same exact road...&lt;br /&gt;Just takes forever to walk...&lt;br /&gt;I've never realized it can be that far to school..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;Especially I've totally lost sleep last night..&lt;br /&gt;Really.... I can't help but blaming myself,&lt;br /&gt;Why allow him to show up again and again in mind..&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he left,&lt;br /&gt;Never have I stopped dreaming about him...&lt;br /&gt;Few times throughout the night I woke up..&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself in total lost state...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shock caught me too suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the time to react....&lt;br /&gt;I can't really face the truth yet...&lt;br /&gt;Not even after I know there's 'no turning back...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy,..&lt;br /&gt;can I cry?&lt;br /&gt;Can I, for once,&lt;br /&gt;be self centred?&lt;br /&gt;Forcing myself not to be weak in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts more than I thought it would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home today..&lt;br /&gt;Saw him leaving a message to me on MSN..&lt;br /&gt;and his status message could be clearly seen.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was obvious..&lt;br /&gt;that's he's happy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shouldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;I should be satisfied.. if he's happy.&lt;br /&gt;But damn...&lt;br /&gt;it hurts still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-125105324690277936?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/125105324690277936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=125105324690277936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/125105324690277936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/125105324690277936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/06/suffocated.html' title='Suffocated'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-6108122408554863179</id><published>2008-05-27T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:34:40.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed to hide.</title><content type='html'>Failed to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One used to tell me, I'm borned to be an actor.&lt;br /&gt;An actor that sucks in lying, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closest ones to me know I'm the weakest in life.&lt;br /&gt;I climb to reach, fall and cry, stand up with scars.&lt;br /&gt;The whole cycle starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't that great. I have an ultimate defect : I have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;My adrenaline works at its hyper everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Resulting myself in a chaotic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is now a piece of the memory puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;Yet - they make up who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;From the past - I've always been alone in my cell.&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened, made me couldn't trust a person easily.&lt;br /&gt;Constant shifts made me couldn't give too much feelings to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;Any tiny change , any tiny ones that are easily ignored, can easily harm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living my life like that for 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I fled to Cambridge, i really thought I learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I was at fault.&lt;br /&gt;I was to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting a person.&lt;br /&gt;Giving in as much feelings.&lt;br /&gt;What the god damn hell was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I did not do a smart cover up&lt;br /&gt;but it was good enough to protect the ones around me.&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend, act, put on a plastic smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;Yet sometimes - your eyes can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss my knees once again.&lt;br /&gt;and this time, no one shall know more than this ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-6108122408554863179?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/6108122408554863179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=6108122408554863179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6108122408554863179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6108122408554863179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/05/failed-to-hide.html' title='Failed to hide.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-3992871737211204732</id><published>2008-05-21T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:12:37.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The clock reached half past five,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the corridor I ran across,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where words were lost ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where colours were blinded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So suddenly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yet unemotioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my friend's hug I laid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;weeping like a dolly girl;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An unwanted dolly little girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your presence was seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There were millions of expressions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but I lost in a test of courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was afraid, of your answer;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was afraid, of your rejection --&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But why, oh why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why was I seeking;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;em&gt;I was the one who ran past you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like a coward, hurried away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like a secret admirer, who still enjoys your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And why, oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why did you step into my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And why did I ever allowed you to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your message was received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Silently yet deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes - I could understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But no - it was the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last sentence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Like a valuable crystal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I fall from the world you gave me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yet how I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it wasn't you who pushed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You did not understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I simply do not understand you, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reasons you gave me , did not matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least, for now, it wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these while - was I the only one dreaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and why can't you be confident of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it was happiness you want to secure in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why are you so sure you will hurt me in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry -- I couldn't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may be for my benefits, but I answered you last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didn't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;KALLEY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-3992871737211204732?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3992871737211204732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3992871737211204732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3992871737211204732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3992871737211204732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/05/kk.html' title='kk'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-2580542495113778664</id><published>2008-05-17T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:59:00.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly posted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomly posted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow my hormones swings are a bit wavy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That totally explains a person like ME,&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is still awake after 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's post a picture of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(You know, for my fans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Waves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201120592308315602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SC4XnzqBpdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YuuNOv0pLFE/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Been tiring these days.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done much in action, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uh-huh. Sorry friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : to tell everyone when I'm not feeling good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But that kinda happened.. a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it still happens now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All the old days seem to be coming back to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't mind the details but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeh, I'm pulling my way through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a 1v1 session with the college's Centre Head, Ross this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice one hour talk, rather than an extra lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ross, being the young naughty boy as usual, teased me around and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;praised me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He said something that allows my mind to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;chew over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And with some salivary amylase, I made sure I taste something &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Never try, never know'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Yah, I can already see you in a long run, Kalley'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly high, &lt;strong&gt;baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-2580542495113778664?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/2580542495113778664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=2580542495113778664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2580542495113778664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/2580542495113778664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomly-posted.html' title='Randomly posted'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/SC4XnzqBpdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YuuNOv0pLFE/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1332380182298995163</id><published>2008-05-11T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:28:33.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A day in school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I've been making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some much loved bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irritating yet very attractive.Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this weekend I spent it in the tower (hostel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'relaxed - studying'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which means you read a few sentences in your Biology,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then you find ways to go out of the classroom and play with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Well -- not exactly &lt;em&gt;'play'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm always watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all know my best - the good old Kalley can't play in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She simply sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is random but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my UK friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are cute, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correction : - They are cute monkeys, man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;They just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, back to topic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been a long day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physically&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mentally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasn't quite sure why am I having some thoughts in my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That really made my mind suffered .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I was having so many &lt;em&gt;Why's&lt;/em&gt; in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't help hoping that it will disappear A.S.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever or whatsoever is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry - I know I mentioned back to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; TOPIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&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;Uhh so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They went and play tennis.. I sat down and watch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Almost get sun burnt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went for dinner..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I went back home......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geesus, I didn't know it's &lt;em&gt;that hard&lt;/em&gt; writing a diary post.&lt;br /&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;That's cause I have always been writing &lt;strong&gt;craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALLEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1332380182298995163?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1332380182298995163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1332380182298995163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1332380182298995163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1332380182298995163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-school.html' title='A day in school'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-503654113782453383</id><published>2008-05-04T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:43:36.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Say NO to horror movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say NO to horror movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;It's the weekend, pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;A friend of mine has came up with a rather, strange idea of how to spend the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;As all my old friends knew, me, Kalley Chong, simply does not watch horror movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;Ever since I was.. 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;Oh well, I must have been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to actually watched one yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;According to Candy, my friend, she says the movie is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;'romantic and funny'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;She also said, the movie is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'NOT scary'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;She went on, telling me that the movie is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;NOT a horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Then you finally know how naive I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I was so sure my heart was gonna bump out anytime, and was prepared to think about becoming a donor or whatsoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;THE MOVIE IS FUCKING SCARY OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;The only thing I had to make sure is -- kill Candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Yesterday, my heart overworked and I ended up looking like a pale - ghostly - ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Today it wasn't that bad, other than having some relatives of the host parents'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Yeah, it's really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Except , they gigs and laughs from the living room, exactly 4m away from my room, and I can still hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;Their children runs here and there, falls down and start weeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;ah, it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;really no big deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; except they are extremely noisy , and most importantly, I can't focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; "&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;OK. Enough of this depressing entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Let's talk about something positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Had a nice chat with my mother on the phone, one and a half hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Guess what we're talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A boy I admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;People do not believe, that I can talk about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girly teenagers&lt;/span&gt; stuffs to my own mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;But hey world, my mother was the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girly teenager&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;And most importantly, she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;listens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (Even though she gives &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shitty advices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Being a technophobe, she can still happily laughs on the other technophobes because she knows she's never the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;My mother is simply my fortress and friend and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;She made my day . Whoo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;KALLEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; 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well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;((God I am really struggling through to typing the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; word... someone should melt this keyboard away, whatever matter it is, I simply do not&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; CARE&lt;/span&gt;.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life has been rather... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only about half a month I've reached here,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but yet I'm feeling, absolutely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(OKAY so maybe that's because there's a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lack of supply in handsome and cute boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's only maybe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt; me, don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. I'm going to be an aunt in about 8 months time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, my brother's girlfriend is pregnant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she has decided NOT to abort it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first thing I'm gonna teach him/her is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to address me as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leng lui slim aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You must understand, aunt sounds.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No offence, but it just... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leng lui + slim makes it more... kalley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you all agree with me, so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;need not&lt;/span&gt; to reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made a few friends here... teachers are great.. weather is cold...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sooooo... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am practically quite used to everything around here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Except.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School ending at 5pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave me around 3 hours for homework and no time for revision.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sleep at ten, darlings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wake up at six, idiots.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm no pig.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just don't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there's where my stress comes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope I will somehow *get used to it* soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By any &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(slightest) &lt;/span&gt;chance, I'll blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With loves &amp;amp; no kisses,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KALLEY :)&lt;/strong&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/6760660646921399808-1926688912185518421?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1926688912185518421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1926688912185518421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1926688912185518421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1926688912185518421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-school.html' title='In School'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5653742168056305467</id><published>2008-04-04T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:13:29.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcastle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_YoE5N6w-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6CAvdZJ34us/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Newcastl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeh yeh I know you guys miss me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I'm sooo popular* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_YoE5N6w-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6CAvdZJ34us/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185376085507490786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO.. I've been staying in Newcastle .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And will be leaving tomorrow (5th April); on my way to cambridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where my homestay parents will come and pick me up~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are Indian Origin, so as I've heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway.. people are getting unreasonably curious about my ongoings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not really unreasonable, I know I'm popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lmao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, my brother's friends came .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there's this girl I like alot~ her name's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebecca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I did not have the chance to take her photo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked me a very... special question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She asked what's my plush' name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Uhhh, I'll think about it'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I came up with the name.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Doo Doo~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(OK so it was printed in Doo Doo's label.. but whatever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_YnD5N6w5I/AAAAAAAAACM/ONuE7VUiczE/s320/DSC00037.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The name's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And so is her owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many other things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;April Fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I've been fooled by some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Princess' one-year-old BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers to my cutie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;missing her so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_Yn55N6w8I/AAAAAAAAACk/ds1mAIKx4jY/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185375896528929730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heard from Arthur (the one taking care of my lil Princess),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;said sometimes Princess will try to ask him something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but none Arthur nor Isabelle (another one taking care of my lil Princess) could tell what Princess wanted to tell them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They said she always looked sad in her eyes whenever she tries to tell them &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They guessed she might be missing me, wondering where I've been...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It totally aches me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby away from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope she doesn't think that I abandoned her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I never will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April Fool.. I have a new cousin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have not seen her photo.. but hey..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ame birthday date as my dog.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heres some pictures :::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENJOY! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_YmkpN6w2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/X-hSL8vUEUM/s320/DSC00032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hates &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strawberries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_Ym-pN6w4I/AAAAAAAAACE/sCa1jWV_LfA/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_Ym-pN6w4I/AAAAAAAAACE/sCa1jWV_LfA/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185374878621680514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my sister's BF.. trying to make the same face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With loves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KALLEY &amp;amp; Doo Doo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5653742168056305467?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5653742168056305467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5653742168056305467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5653742168056305467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5653742168056305467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/04/newcastle.html' title='Newcastle'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R_YoE5N6w-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/6CAvdZJ34us/s72-c/DSC00041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-1762004920810857196</id><published>2008-03-23T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:08:21.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings, I blame it to hormonal changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mixed feelings, I blame it to hormonal changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just soo...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate seeing everything being messed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet my M'sia house is just so fucking big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I cleaned up one, another is very quickly been destroyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate separating my discs from the album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I had to, I can't possibly bring the whole perfect pieces..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll cost hella lot by the taxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate eating the oily, crunchy, food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I was forced mentally&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (by myself)&lt;/span&gt; to a reason : I can't have them in UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I had to cry and yell when I see the numbers shown .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's when my Mom thought I saw a mouse in the house cause I was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'overreacting'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to her beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate not being with my darling &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet UK has this stupid 6-months rule, follow or else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I had to follow.. and then hug my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'princesslove'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bolster and cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my Mom would look at me as if I was a freak and say ' no, not again..'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK maybe I was crying a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tiny winnie too too too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate my short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No no no, my short &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The well known apple head by Rainie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also named '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Mushroom head'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by my eldest sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's too cute for a manly-woman like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toooo gross. Way toooo gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And no I won't post a picture of that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVERR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate seeing my laptop or iPod freezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But heck who can control their emotions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK so maybe I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;, but hey, they were meant to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;store things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were not meant to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;store things and freeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I hate leaving my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though some regarded me as a monster... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wadddeverrrr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hormonal changes&lt;/span&gt; these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's way worse than maternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me sudden fat and sudden thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me sudden cry and sudden laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I'm a freak who deserves a place in the mentality hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But one thing I finally love around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother's bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freaking cozy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Muahhhhz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A-piece-of-crap post, it shall end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-1762004920810857196?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/1762004920810857196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=1762004920810857196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1762004920810857196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/1762004920810857196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/03/mixed-feelings-i-blame-it-to-hormonal.html' title='Mixed feelings, I blame it to hormonal changes.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-6023289200168166496</id><published>2008-03-22T06:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T06:51:11.742Z</updated><title type='text'>I've requested Derek to return me the photos he digested.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've requested Derek to return me the photos he digested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NX_JN6wtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YwQ1gjWJaIg/s400/Copy+of+02032008967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Muahhhhhzzz!! I love ya all.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NY_JN6wvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ckpJ6modlIc/s400/DSC00975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NYnZN6wuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NYVNcj0fozg/s400/02032008968.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I miss them.. T.T''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Received several complaints about their school assignments &amp;amp; tests etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer up, girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheer up, boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4H'08 rockssss ~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(except Mr. Lee, thats my belief.. XD shhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always great to worry about these stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trust me, they are lot blissful than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do treasure them, and keep yourselves happy alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though we aren't together for now, I believe what I've told you all earlier on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing changes friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you all. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-6023289200168166496?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/6023289200168166496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=6023289200168166496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6023289200168166496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/6023289200168166496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-requested-derek-to-return-me-photos.html' title='I&apos;ve requested Derek to return me the photos he digested.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NX_JN6wtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YwQ1gjWJaIg/s72-c/Copy+of+02032008967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-3061346011285675805</id><published>2008-03-20T13:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:01:30.463Z</updated><title type='text'>I have an urge to cut short hair..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-Js_JN6wrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dBzMDDFTX6M/s1600-h/56eab9de522d8355cdbf1ac4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have an urge to cut short hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I mean seriously, I wanna cut short hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes it is freaking unbelievable but hell yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm gonna cut my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;long-hair-that-reaches-my-wais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SHORT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-Js_JN6wrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dBzMDDFTX6M/s320/56eab9de522d8355cdbf1ac4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179822353491346098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the bob-style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;blehs. I want to cut this hairstyle before I regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But here comes the problem; I hardly trust any Kuantan hairstylist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and I can't go back to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;This is soooo... wadever.&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/6760660646921399808-3061346011285675805?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3061346011285675805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3061346011285675805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3061346011285675805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3061346011285675805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-urge-to-cut-short-hair.html' title='I have an urge to cut short hair..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-Js_JN6wrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dBzMDDFTX6M/s72-c/56eab9de522d8355cdbf1ac4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-3859936087326483292</id><published>2008-03-12T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T01:50:33.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Bored to death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Bored to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Define happiness. and then define the opposite..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.. what am I writing exactly -_-;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm of the mostly doomed right now.. Kuantan is just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plain and dull&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. OK maybe not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow will be the Kuantan-friends gathering at the beach.. I think it'll be great. Only *iF*, it doesn't rain. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please don't rain. DON'T. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Few days back I got so bored.. my whole body was already growing mushrooms.. -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO... I went to Genting with my dear Gwen.... it was all a piece of.... &lt;strong&gt;weirdness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are too old for gaming; too young for gambling... So we were 2 lost babes walking here and there.... tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R9c0OdoNacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/At1YRevyDPk/s1600-h/P1030194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176663719761766850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R9c0OdoNacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/At1YRevyDPk/s320/P1030194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's gwen dearie and meee .. 2 dummies.. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R9c00toNadI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OlVWh9uaMY0/s1600-h/P1030198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176664376891763154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R9c00toNadI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OlVWh9uaMY0/s320/P1030198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;u can see we're &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really very bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay.. enough of that.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm seriously NOT happy this morning..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm desperately &lt;em&gt;missing someone&lt;/em&gt; I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to miss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what's wrong with me? -.-''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Are ya trying to tell me , kalley, possibly, having a, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crush??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me faint.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-3859936087326483292?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/3859936087326483292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=3859936087326483292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3859936087326483292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/3859936087326483292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/03/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored to death.'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R9c0OdoNacI/AAAAAAAAAAM/At1YRevyDPk/s72-c/P1030194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-5656687517930190412</id><published>2008-03-06T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:49:55.737Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortune teller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ang-mo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Marrying someone in 5~7 years?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marrying someone in 5~7 years?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I don't know anything. &gt;_&gt;"....OK maybe I do know &lt;em&gt;something* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it's this.. Parents are worried about my health and so on.. so brought me to meet with a fortune -teller kinda guy.. Well he said I need not to worry .. cause I was borned being tough.. The main point is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says, I'll marry between 21~23 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I nearly vomitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like,.. Goodness's sake. If it was true, then that guy I'll marry must be : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Uber rich.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Uber handsome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Love me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;If the guy isn't *that* perfect, why would I sacrifice my youth to marry him? Blehs. It was just kinda embarassing.. I can't imagine me marrying an ang-mo.. Ya know? T_T" It's just so.. not me. Let's pray that the guy is really that perfect... Uhm , future husband..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-5656687517930190412?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/5656687517930190412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=5656687517930190412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5656687517930190412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/5656687517930190412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/03/marrying-someone-in-57-years.html' title='Marrying someone in 5~7 years?!?!'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6760660646921399808.post-433965060336504073</id><published>2008-03-03T00:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:03:44.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Singapore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaving Singapore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I farewell hugged M&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inYuan ShangYun Clarence Jane&lt;/span&gt; this morning at McD, it's really the first time I think I'm really leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suddenly realize, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;oh, I'm leaving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the feelings aroused are definitely NOT good. It was harsh, saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Previously I told myself not to cry.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet I cried this morning after saying goodbye to them.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NcT5N6wwI/AAAAAAAAABE/2zGDJb_kS4Q/s1600-h/03032008054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NcT5N6wwI/AAAAAAAAABE/2zGDJb_kS4Q/s320/03032008054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180085493252670210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Minyuan; Jane; Me; Clarence ; Last day in SG, at Mcdonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NcopN6wxI/AAAAAAAAABM/TSDJhQY1nyE/s1600-h/03032008055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NcopN6wxI/AAAAAAAAABM/TSDJhQY1nyE/s320/03032008055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180085849734955794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me; ShangYun &amp;amp; Clarence; Last day in SG, at Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Looking at the cards, presents..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I felt sorry for leaving my friends behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though they may not have fully understood my feelings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was glad they were at the very least, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supportive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hey friends, remember to MSN me the pictures yeah? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise, I won't forget anyone of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will try to get online more often, and will get you my contact details once I'm there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls;; Boys;; Especially CCHY 4H. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sorry , for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;empty table and chair at the middle of first row in the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart will be you guys there .. Jiayou kays? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone, must take care.. Lucks in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe still, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;friendship does not change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even after years of not contacting each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; That's my belief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I believe , &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you all will be the same important in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing will change it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will remember all bits and parcels of memories we shared, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;day 1 in northland, day 1 in CCHY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;last day in northland, last day in CCHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Friends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;forever, deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6760660646921399808-433965060336504073?l=kalley1229.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/feeds/433965060336504073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6760660646921399808&amp;postID=433965060336504073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/433965060336504073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6760660646921399808/posts/default/433965060336504073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalley1229.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-singapore.html' title='Leaving Singapore..'/><author><name>kalley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10939806450751453287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjFhs0ouOr8/R-NcT5N6wwI/AAAAAAAAABE/2zGDJb_kS4Q/s72-c/03032008054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
