<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866</id><updated>2011-08-18T20:50:36.021+08:00</updated><category term='`'/><title type='text'>i caught myself</title><subtitle type='html'>life~$~friends~&amp;lt;3~MUSIC</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-7415745171264511789</id><published>2011-02-21T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:45:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna kill blog</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!..gee.. for so long only i get to re-open my blogspot account..i don't know what to post in blog because i prefer using facebook..much convenient for me.. oh NO!! now only i remember about tweeter..bored with that toooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-7415745171264511789?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7415745171264511789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wanna-kill-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/7415745171264511789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/7415745171264511789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wanna-kill-blog.html' title='i wanna kill blog'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-6406001571134388720</id><published>2011-01-15T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:13:35.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me crazy or whatever is it...i know i am</title><content type='html'>thanks to 'someone' only i will remember my blog..blog I'm back ( with a boring tone). I really have no idea what to type now but i have a feeling of typing what's happening around..Well, things kinda went well and smoothly.WAIT!! no kinda went well but is doing well.. so far so good..FASTTTT too..spontaneous..appreciation..love that just brought alive from him.Laughs* i don't know what to say about him but when i think back, it makes me smile and laugh. Is sort of random and i never expected to be real.:)))&lt;br /&gt;After spending time with Lay Sanm and Ming Huey @ the Education fair that evening. I on my facebook and saw a new message from my inbox. It was him, random and like i said "NEVER EXPECTED"..then dot dot dot...kinda long for an explanation..before we haven't argue, I always wonder was this a prank/joke to me??? I couldn't ask him nor think what is his purpose..after one argument with him, i realize that i shouldn't JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVERRRRR..never again for the zillion times..he's a nice, sweet heart guy. Whenever I receive his text message, I'll go nuts ( not real nuts like those mental retarded people ):)) then i start become anxiety..AHAHAHA..gee, I'm so gonna have a disease SOON..an LKS anxiety disorder:)))..&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to him that make me realize that loving someone is not forever and giving me a new better life..:) thanks my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6406001571134388720?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6406001571134388720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/call-me-crazy-or-whatever-is-iti-know-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6406001571134388720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6406001571134388720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/call-me-crazy-or-whatever-is-iti-know-i.html' title='call me crazy or whatever is it...i know i am'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-8641514614490758761</id><published>2010-11-21T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:41:15.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting bored with..?</title><content type='html'>prefer twitter &amp;amp; facebook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blog 3=""&gt;i think is 'good bye' blog for me..probably:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blog&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8641514614490758761?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8641514614490758761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-bored-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8641514614490758761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8641514614490758761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-bored-with.html' title='getting bored with..?'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3475702571760517687</id><published>2010-08-27T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:06:54.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will be back bloggy</title><content type='html'>after trials i will be back bloggy..blog one or two..then after spm i will always up-to-date :D..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3475702571760517687?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3475702571760517687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be-back-bloggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3475702571760517687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3475702571760517687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-be-back-bloggy.html' title='i will be back bloggy'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-6558971190116426011</id><published>2010-08-27T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:03:30.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally m' back my bloggy</title><content type='html'>yeahhhhhhhhh...what a day i had..10.30 - 12.00 a.m had science tuition..downstairs was having raya sales..talking to ida about prom..then tuition starts..and the dj's played some nice songs..at first, i heard katy perry song - california girls and i quickly ask darryl to listen..because is his favorite song.. sorta 'his' favorite song..and he was like " huh??i can't even listen at all"..phewwwttt..maybe he didn't dig his ear..haha..jokes*..before ms.yee was about to teach , she tell us about some old man rapist..and i look at darryl BECAUSE....his specs is always so low..nearly fall but it just hang there for 24/7..and i always gotta tell him but it's ok..it was OKAY to me..after a while teacher was telling us cancer is cause of stress and food we consume..then i looked at him and said "heard that, stress cause cancer so you always make me happy ok??" then he nodded..i think..but i know he heard it..nearly 11 something he tell ms yee that he gotta pass something to his aunt but actually he went and bought the gummy burger sweet for me at mobil/esso..was touched for all the things he done for me..after 1 year ,1 month and 6 days with him..i believe things can last long..well, i can't actually say that..we shall see what happen in the future..time passes and we spend our time almost 'everyday'..i love the moment when we both laugh..we enjoy ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/THd_D5ABlfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rz6TfsOWQYs/s1600/Image121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/THd_D5ABlfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rz6TfsOWQYs/s320/Image121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I LOVE YOU DEAR,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6558971190116426011?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6558971190116426011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-m-back-my-bloggy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6558971190116426011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6558971190116426011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-m-back-my-bloggy.html' title='finally m&apos; back my bloggy'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/THd_D5ABlfI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Rz6TfsOWQYs/s72-c/Image121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-8910140080032868317</id><published>2010-07-14T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:18:31.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo. . . agessss</title><content type='html'>I miss you blog. . Sorta. . Haha. . I have no idea what to do. . Sitting on the couch open my skor A paper with tae kae noi beside me and with the music playing. . 3oh3-my first kiss. . Look outside, looks like going to rain anytime. . What should i do?. . I've been online via phone since morning until now. . Stretch my back and think. . Since january until now. . Things happen so quickly and now is already july 14th. . Fast right?. . Spm year is really killing me. . Like a bom with a certain time. . How scary is that. . Loads of things happen this year. . 1) i lost my good friend. . And now we are like the so-called friend but i'm glad to say hi or bye or even talk to him a while in facebook. . It mean so much to me. 2)i just met a friend around a few months. . I love talking to her it feels so comfortable every time we talk to each other. . Mostly on each of our walls. . I'm glad to have a friend. . A great friend like her. Thank you cindy!!:) 3)nowadys, darryl and i just keep on argue on small little things. . Are we too sensitive?. . I don't know. . Skip that part. . Gosh. . I gotta wake up. . I really should be studying now. . I don't know what to do. . SCREAM MY LUNGS OUT!!. . Is killing me. . Xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8910140080032868317?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8910140080032868317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/whoo-agessss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8910140080032868317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8910140080032868317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/07/whoo-agessss.html' title='whoo. . . agessss'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-9036551401253159003</id><published>2010-03-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:28:28.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is a drama</title><content type='html'>things just goes up and down..trying to solve problems that people is having now but it just doesn't seems to go well..since things you want it to be this way the I'll just shut up and wait time to past..i know is hard for us and everyone..i have said sorry but sometimes sorry is not the want we need..i wish time can solve it..i'll always remind you as my friend..maybe now we're like STRANGERS but hope later on is not..your wish to put the chess wherever you want..i'm just gonna be a dumb fking player to wait and lose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-9036551401253159003?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9036551401253159003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-drama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/9036551401253159003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/9036551401253159003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-drama.html' title='is a drama'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2719058843795684474</id><published>2010-03-08T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:36:23.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend or enemy???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT NOW??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DUDE YOU'RE MY FRIEND...ALWAYS AND WILL DO..SHE'S ALSO THE SAME..WHY MUST I BACKSTAB YOU TWO..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I WISH YOU UNDERSTAND...MAYBE THINGS AREN'T SURE YET BUT COME ON..I WON'T DO FUCK STUFF THAT IS NOT BENEFIT TO ME PLUS, IS SPM YEAR..I DON'T HAVE FUCK TO CARE ABOUT ALL THIS..SIGH..PLEASE FUCK OFF WITH RUMORS AND GOSSIPS&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2719058843795684474?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2719058843795684474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-or-enemy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2719058843795684474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2719058843795684474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-or-enemy.html' title='friend or enemy???'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3551931918636408420</id><published>2010-03-08T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T15:18:11.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you forget??</title><content type='html'>sigh................what happen with things you didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;It's your control. You either tell the truth and lose a goodfriend or, remain silent letting two goodfriends misunderstand you.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;Shut Up ! you have no chance to explain anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sum1 i trusted so deeply but she betray me !!!&lt;br /&gt;WHATS WITH ALL THIS FUCK SHIT????&lt;br /&gt;today is the fuckiest day ever..the friend i believe deeply deeply inside said i BACKSTAB HIM FOR FUCKS.. WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM???YOU'RE MY FRIEND I HAVE BELIEVE AND YOU SAID I BACKSTAB YOU????JESUS FUCK CHRIST?? TELL ME A FUCK REASON WHY ON EARTH I WANT TO FUCKING BACKSTAB YOU FOR NOTIHNG???THINK PLEASE..I WOULD NEVER EVER BACKSTAB YOU AND HER!!!!!!!!!!! U KNOW ME THAT I ONLY BACKSTAB PEOPLE WHO I DISLIKE..BUT DUDE..GEE..I BACKSTAB YOU FOR FUCKS KE????&lt;br /&gt;I WAS RIGHT ON FRIDAY WHY ON EARTH YOU'RE LIKE THAT...IF YOU THINK I'M A FUCKING BITCH THAT FUCKING BACKSTAB YOU..GO AHEAD FUCK HEAD..YOU CAN ALWAYS BE PISS..BUT..IF YOU DON'T WANNA BLADY TELL ME THE FUCK WRONG THEN THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR EVERYTHING...DRAMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3551931918636408420?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3551931918636408420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-you-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3551931918636408420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3551931918636408420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/did-you-forget.html' title='Did you forget??'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-4478059911144251971</id><published>2010-02-15T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T08:53:35.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BLOGGGGGGGGGGGGGG..</title><content type='html'>is been so long..i didn't update..busy busy busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR peeps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what should i blog?? so boring..yesterday was CNY and valentine..which festival is important?? CNY with moneys or valentine with love?? no idea.. haha.. i love $$$$$$$.. but &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 just change anything..is been what?? 6 month + going to be 7..WOW..unbelievable..the only relationship that i put faith into it..i never had that long relationship last time...well, was a playful type..so yeah..didn't work out..but i'm impress me and him can actually be that long although it doesn't seem 'LONG' but i appreciate every moment being with him..EYAH!! definitely,,CNY he's not here.. he's at s'pore..agh!! 46 hrs can't chat with him.. GOSH!!! but YEAH..he's coming back today..hehe..makes me smile..HAHAHA..LOLS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love friday..was the best thing ever happen in my life..yea.. greatest valentine of all..i got a rabbit bear..the one i wanted to buy few weeks ago but OMG.. he brought..how he know i like it??surprisingly..&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i see the rabbit ' looks like praying or wishing '..haha..is so CUTEEEEE_E_E_E_E_E_E..he gave me a surprise and steph be the photographer of the day..haha..thanks to her.. i got those memories keep inside my mind..will be continue later on......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4478059911144251971?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4478059911144251971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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heart and trying to..TQ darryl..&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY-what happen??hmmmm.. can't remember..LOLS..dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY-a day which makes me 'u spin my head right round right round'...gee..i really wish things clear right now..between me n her was done but what about him???dude,, i really don't wanna be like this with you..i have no idea what is happening and wishing you could tell me what is happening around??just knock me down..&lt;br /&gt;can we have some peace??friends??is some weird doing this..please&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY-no a day for stephy..she's sick and paramedic helped her..send to hosp and stay for few days..during afternoon, me n him had lunch at mcd..the only place we "ALWAYS" go..Laughs..haha..like to see the way how he merajuk..sadly he can't do it..haha..after lunch..walk half way..he turn around and saw him..yeah i saw him and wave 'hey' to him..and&amp;nbsp;surprisingly he is not there..dunno what should i do if he is there??hmmm..no idea..&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY-sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep..&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY-busy day..swimming...after cynthia's funeral when to dad's friend house..whole that in the car..with konserto terakhir novel..weird..i never read school books in my life..prefer storybooks and then when to cut my hair..misses my old hair..my fringe is super short..sorta..but i'm not gonna complain anymore..what for???&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY- today..tuition..haha..mr darryl was look so EMO..but i the end he was fine..i really wish i could read his mind..hoping..haha..and boring,,sleep,,boring,,sleep..now = blogging..fb-ing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4388892647565533366?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4388892647565533366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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time with him but we manage to cross the river without bridge..how nice is that..yeah!! TOTALLY..&lt;br /&gt;love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him love him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/S1sUFqHxh6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Oht-ud7P0lM/s1600-h/images+(13).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/S1sUFqHxh6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Oht-ud7P0lM/s320/images+(13).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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BETTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE it..i have no idea what's wrong with me but i needa to blog about it..gotta off before 12 if not some evil 'dut' spank me... what a &amp;nbsp;friday..disaster night but beautiful day..this week was the week i'm falling into it..yeah..definitely..let's see what happen on monday..hmmmm...ohya he CALLS me lyndesa which i hate it for some reason..'never knew i needed' that friggin name..so 'ewwwwwwwwwww'//...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm and yeah..i whack him which i normally does..no idea why, is nice but is pain..haha SORRY GUYS..n you too sayang..LOLS..what's wrong with me??i was being so cruel with no heart to him and now i'm??what??i change???wishing for that but did it happen??i guess a little..hmmm..i dunno why but i'm just like this song from jesse mccartney- just so you know ...read the lyrics and you might wanna know what happen when i was being cruel~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't look away&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(totally!! one left one right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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 shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't look away&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 don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(DUHHHH!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This feeling's taking control of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't help it&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(why????sobs!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't sit around, I can't let him win now&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(who?? guess??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought you should know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(obviously trying to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just gotta say it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just so you know&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 getting hard to be around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's so much I can't say&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;(so right about him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And look the other way&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 don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm wondering why I've waited so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was always there just never spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm waiting here...been waiting here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;......and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CUT!!...&lt;/b&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-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but things get well after THAT...yeah..it was..i been call karat metal by bryan because eveytime i'll annoyed by those stupid things..non stop playing..jeez..stop it..&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: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;and this week ..i love and learn something..is on thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;my favorite park and i learn that he wasn't the guy who should feel the pain it should be me..i'm sorry that all this while i gave everything up and never try,,u bring me hope but i threw it away just because of my silliness i made..sigh..i wish i really wish..things are alright now..sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4794235078930717987?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4794235078930717987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-getting-better-with-snap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/4794235078930717987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/4794235078930717987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-getting-better-with-snap.html' title='things getting better with a snap!!'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-6972393267298161463</id><published>2010-01-15T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:33:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little surprise with ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOVE.. I LOVE YOU DARRYL!!! LOLS :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6972393267298161463?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6972393267298161463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-surprise-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6972393267298161463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6972393267298161463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-surprise-with.html' title='a little surprise with 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what i have done..i know is hard but i wish you will forget..i prefer friends..thanks for being there for me last time but i know is different..but things might change..just have to wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6250823208368202096?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6250823208368202096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-is-just-little-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6250823208368202096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6250823208368202096'/><link 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class..well, he look surprise and i gave him his present and he asked me to wait and i went to yee jin's table guess who i saw..i saw him..i wanted to look away somehow we just smile..skip skip skip... i though i could celebrate his b'day but he's with &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;his friend so i was planning to go home but i saw joel,hatta at cendol and join them..and chatted with my brother joel..he's right..why should i suffer the damn pain??hmmmm...back home we text..and we argued...&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-slept in class..better..no worries..then study..friggin emo..and recess time he sat with me..surprise because is totally NOT him but it was weird..it makes me feel like i made him to sit with me and dumb his friends..SO NOT A DAY!!but amazingly he walk me back and mr.mail saw us(bad sign)..and we chat while walking..and a good bye kiss for him..&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-nothing much..weird is he sat with his friends..but it was good..not clingy..and tuition..LOLS..after tuition he walk me to LRT and we talked..eventually he was holding my&amp;nbsp;waist..and.. talk and talk..and saw poh yee..sat rapid bus back..UGHHH!! so pack..and i saw this guy who stay near my house but no idea who is he and when we reach our station he waited and just to smile at me as a good bye..then..hmmm..at home..&lt;br /&gt;Friday-FREAKIN FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love the weekends..gotta chill..FINALLY..hallelujah..but as i was typing i'm just being emotion again.. i don't know why..i just think about the past..i need my counsel..wait how many i have??shen jun??ck??who else??i know my dear god..but jeez..what comes around goes around.. i need blady time for fucks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!fuck my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4053606315424698796?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-7606247256963349678</id><published>2009-12-31T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:09:16.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EM'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Szw_kyhpnpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5o23HadbI-M/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Szw_kyhpnpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5o23HadbI-M/s640/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;look at the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;they have..never apart..always &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;LOVE &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the story...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;waiting for&amp;nbsp;eclipse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-7606247256963349678?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7606247256963349678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/7606247256963349678'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-5879107807606434745</id><published>2009-12-25T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:37:25.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got a message!</title><content type='html'>would you stand with me in the rain?~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;would hold my hand in the crowd?~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;would you hug me and never let go?~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;would you kiss me when i needed your love the most?~&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby~~~&lt;br /&gt;forever love starts from this moment and ends whenever we want it too dear...muacks&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;what do you feel when you read this message??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;touched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;frustrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;everyone have different reaction but mine is different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;first was 'huh?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;second heartbeat beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;third...tears are flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;fourth felt bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;firth off phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;every night i read the message then only head to bed with thinkings that never stops..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;i don't wanna break his heart,,i love him but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;the way he says like 'true love forever'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;sigh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;i don't know why am i so selfish..i never think about his feelings instead he thinks of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;i'm more into reality..ughhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;puijing..stop it..f***!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&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/3977468340892695866-5879107807606434745?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2840899668035955259</id><published>2009-12-25T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:18:02.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got a message!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2840899668035955259?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2840899668035955259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-got-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2840899668035955259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2840899668035955259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-got-message.html' title='you got a message!'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-8060623374376992367</id><published>2009-12-25T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:04:19.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK UP WITH BLOG</title><content type='html'>yeah...indeed..lazy to type what happen to me..or surrounding..like some fuck up report..errr..why am i pissing??LOLS..so not me..maybe just some craps..chill..blowed off Xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8060623374376992367?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8060623374376992367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-up-with-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8060623374376992367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8060623374376992367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-up-with-blog.html' title='FUCK UP WITH BLOG'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2448947848157102171</id><published>2009-12-04T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:19:31.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jason derulo-whatcha say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Whatcha Say"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha- wha- what did she say&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that it's all for the best?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong for so long&lt;br /&gt;Only tryin' to please myself (myself)&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I was caught up in her lust&lt;br /&gt;When I don't really want no one else&lt;br /&gt;So, no I know I should of treated you better&lt;br /&gt;But me and you were meant to last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)&lt;br /&gt;To really be your man&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But when I become a star we'll be living so large&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;So tell me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that it's all for the best?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say)&lt;br /&gt;Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, could I live with myself&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I let our love go (love go)&lt;br /&gt;And ooh, when I do with one chance&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;I know what I did wasn't clever&lt;br /&gt;But me and you we're meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me in (let me in) give me another chance (another chance)&lt;br /&gt;To really be your man&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But when I become a star we'll be living so large&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;So tell me girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that it's all for the best?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)&lt;br /&gt;Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, tell me whatcha said (said)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave me&lt;br /&gt;Though you caught me cheatin'&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Cuz things ain't right, girl&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave me&lt;br /&gt;Though you caught me cheatin'&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me whatcha said (said)&lt;br /&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Cuz things ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the roof cave in and the truth came out&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;But when I become a star we'll be living so large&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;So baby watcha say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm that it's all for the best?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm that you only meant well?&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you did&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm whatcha say, (whatcha say, whatcha say)&lt;br /&gt;Wha- wha- wha- wha- what did she say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3977468340892695866-2448947848157102171?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2448947848157102171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/jason-derulo-whatcha-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2448947848157102171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2448947848157102171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/jason-derulo-whatcha-say.html' title='jason derulo-whatcha say'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-4919349088239809031</id><published>2009-12-03T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:46:19.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>december</title><content type='html'>one word= BORING..lazy update//needa air,time to do everything..not being the 'me' is so good..free..n awesome..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4919349088239809031?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4919349088239809031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/4919349088239809031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/4919349088239809031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='december'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-6098066344783488479</id><published>2009-11-14T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:26:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is not me..</title><content type='html'>facebook love quote says :&lt;b&gt;"Letting go of someone might be &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;, yet it is the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;best way to make the other stay&lt;/span&gt;. Keep in mind that&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; no two things can occupy the same space&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;at the same time."..&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; why this must happen??? this story that i had few days ago about this girl with two guys.. she is having a relationship but she is not&amp;nbsp; sure does she love her partner when her friend come to her life and understand her a lot than her partner.. he makes her feel comfort or cozy when he's around but her mind keeps bothering her "who does she &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; NOW??"i hated the story.. doesn't make any sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-7852662816540966531</id><published>2009-11-11T10:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:10:00.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rka day..</title><content type='html'>is 9.21am and i'm still at my mum's office playing com.. online and blog..i don't know what to write about,, getting real bored with blog.. i tried to write out all my feelings in this blog but i didn't.. mostly i keep it to myself.. hmmm.. and also getting bored with the song two is better than one.. it keeps on playing on my mind that it couldn't stop eventhough i tried tlisten to other song but that song will automatically play by itself.. sigh..i don't want that come back to me again.. but when i'm struggling something he will be always there for me.. is like he know what i'm thinking.. well.. i guess he understand me well.. yea..haha.. perasan again.. but it feels nice being with him.. protective and gr8..not to say he's the superman but he's nice..INDEED!! haha.. but sometimes pain in the butt..thz for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-7852662816540966531?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-5638035397891611823</id><published>2009-11-10T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:05:01.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tq nigel..</title><content type='html'>THUNDER is AWESOME..thanks nigel DING DING!! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-5638035397891611823?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5638035397891611823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/tq-nigel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/5638035397891611823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/5638035397891611823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/tq-nigel.html' title='tq nigel..'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-473649965839275702</id><published>2009-11-10T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:04:16.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys like girls-thunder</title><content type='html'>Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why&lt;br /&gt;I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation&lt;br /&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where to start and tell me something I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;I can't move a muscle and I can't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know (I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm itching for the tall grass&lt;br /&gt;And longing for the breeze&lt;br /&gt;I need to step outside&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe theres a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm walking on a tightrope&lt;br /&gt;I'm wrapped up in vines&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll make it out&lt;br /&gt;But you just gotta give me time&lt;br /&gt;Strike me down with lightning&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby bring on the pain&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the thunder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-473649965839275702?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3304269041187379464</id><published>2009-11-08T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:58:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't get myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm struggling with probs..hmmmm.. "&amp;nbsp; &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;/b&gt; and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be&lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; something"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with &lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nothing..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please make me stop with the probs.. two is NOT better than ONE?? haixxx.. HELP ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GETTA HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!!! U,U,U pls.. i want U...ONLY.. if U understand..SO MAYBE IS TRUE &lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3304269041187379464?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3304269041187379464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-get-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3304269041187379464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3304269041187379464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-get-myself.html' title='i don&apos;t get myself'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3985482761497912369</id><published>2009-11-07T07:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:22:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys like girls-two is better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvSu6gK-f2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/D2GUg70qkL4/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvSu6gK-f2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/D2GUg70qkL4/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvSvFkEiyuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EpxI1jFTmS4/s1600-h/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvSvFkEiyuI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EpxI1jFTmS4/s320/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;You came into my life&lt;/b&gt; and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So maybe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; That I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you've already got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: red;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3985482761497912369?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3985482761497912369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/boys-like-girls-two-is-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3985482761497912369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/3985482761497912369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/boys-like-girls-two-is-better-than-one.html' title='boys like girls-two is better than one'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvSu6gK-f2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/D2GUg70qkL4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-7364951573513054158</id><published>2009-11-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:53:32.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.. two better than one??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRUga0tsUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ETgAMKLbXeU/s1600-h/unhappy_face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRUga0tsUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ETgAMKLbXeU/s320/unhappy_face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;two better than ONE?? hmmmm.. am i sure about this?? should i take the risk?? and lose everything?? confused!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-7364951573513054158?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7364951573513054158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmmm-two-better-than-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/7364951573513054158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/7364951573513054158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hmmm-two-better-than-one.html' title='hmmm.. two better than one??'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRUga0tsUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ETgAMKLbXeU/s72-c/unhappy_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2247890446656197205</id><published>2009-11-07T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:51:06.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phobia 2!! scream and laugh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRTYo71JAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iYqIoCGAVbM/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRTYo71JAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iYqIoCGAVbM/s640/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makes us scream!! and laugh as well..HAHA.. nigel u suck!!not brave.. BUAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRTvBElpyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CR7rCvs4qQc/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRTvBElpyI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CR7rCvs4qQc/s640/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2247890446656197205?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2247890446656197205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/phobia-2-scream-and-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2247890446656197205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2247890446656197205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/phobia-2-scream-and-laugh.html' title='phobia 2!! scream and laugh!!'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SvRTYo71JAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iYqIoCGAVbM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2080307336773605793</id><published>2009-11-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:01:57.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is 1 in the morning..</title><content type='html'>I'm still online.. &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/b&gt;.. i'm gonna be tossed.. OFF OFF OFF OFF..&lt;br /&gt;really get bored with blogging already.. dunno what to write.. UHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2080307336773605793?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2080307336773605793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-1-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2080307336773605793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2080307336773605793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-1-in-morning.html' title='is 1 in the morning..'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-6170424390832546681</id><published>2009-11-01T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:00:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh.. finally i found the pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxl1AkTdKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q1CXFnqzbyw/s1600-h/P1010349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxl1AkTdKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q1CXFnqzbyw/s320/P1010349.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; yee jin and steph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxmIwMmENI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ypRA0ailFfI/s1600-h/P1010350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxmIwMmENI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ypRA0ailFfI/s320/P1010350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxmdmRkQMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GbhUCGXKe-8/s1600-h/P1010351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxmdmRkQMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GbhUCGXKe-8/s320/P1010351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxm0GYMVSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_T_DTFWqm-M/s1600-h/P1010318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxm0GYMVSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_T_DTFWqm-M/s320/P1010318.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; look at jing yipp..haha.. looks like he's gonna*#$@ someone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxnKFeSf_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ETN4oDPlvj0/s1600-h/P1010326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxnKFeSf_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/ETN4oDPlvj0/s320/P1010326.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; who say mawar doesn't study at all..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxndqHX_3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/4Khmfcw9XcQ/s1600-h/P1010352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxndqHX_3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/4Khmfcw9XcQ/s320/P1010352.JPG" /&gt; lmao..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxn7IyKdaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4d2qbbWA4mw/s1600-h/P1010358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxn7IyKdaI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4d2qbbWA4mw/s320/P1010358.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; another study fella..haha..actually falling asleep&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxoOTLz9TI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YqwcFuOe2Xw/s1600-h/P1010374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxoOTLz9TI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YqwcFuOe2Xw/s320/P1010374.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lolx..guess my counselor just let the clown&amp;nbsp; of 4 mawar slapped..look i saw suet yen there!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxoiPuF2oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sKExF2JyrTc/s1600-h/P1010375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxoiPuF2oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sKExF2JyrTc/s320/P1010375.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; miss her always..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxo1N8ZZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XqitVr_O2mY/s1600-h/P1010383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxo1N8ZZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XqitVr_O2mY/s320/P1010383.JPG" /&gt; ohhhhhh hhhooo!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxpFp9ih5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mrgmCtf-Kfc/s1600-h/P1010392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxpFp9ih5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mrgmCtf-Kfc/s320/P1010392.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; miss her too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxpV6jETNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4XU_jqRKnms/s1600-h/P1010410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxpV6jETNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4XU_jqRKnms/s320/P1010410.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; short VS tall..XD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxplBMw7aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vw1pc-C7t0Q/s1600-h/P1010411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxplBMw7aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Vw1pc-C7t0Q/s320/P1010411.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; gays..haix.. haha.. prefect one!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxp2oW3slI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8PH_PxGt_1I/s1600-h/P1010413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxp2oW3slI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8PH_PxGt_1I/s320/P1010413.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; seow jing,puijing,steph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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pics..'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/Suxl1AkTdKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q1CXFnqzbyw/s72-c/P1010349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3202639789856569581</id><published>2009-11-01T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:05:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxgBxkblHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Zs-d1zjqGT0/s1600-h/FINALFANTASYNewLogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxgBxkblHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Zs-d1zjqGT0/s320/FINALFANTASYNewLogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3202639789856569581?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3202639789856569581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3416225520993090594</id><published>2009-11-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:03:38.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final fanstasy..tifa and cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxfsfuvlMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kcsbfJfdFjU/s1600-h/Cloud---Tifa-final-fantasy-680702_1280_769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxfsfuvlMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kcsbfJfdFjU/s400/Cloud---Tifa-final-fantasy-680702_1280_769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;aww &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div 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cloud'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxfsfuvlMI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kcsbfJfdFjU/s72-c/Cloud---Tifa-final-fantasy-680702_1280_769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-8761314332631499663</id><published>2009-10-31T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:35:14.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEN ppl..=S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxYdgVmONI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qn67TeoJYJo/s1600-h/delekethalloweenavatars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxYdgVmONI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qn67TeoJYJo/s320/delekethalloweenavatars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE..WAHAHAAHAHAA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxX7Hn2wyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zBcCXKkVgu8/s72-c/iProng29AAR550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-722876212706383226</id><published>2009-10-31T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:13:50.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAR concert!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxTWGSjvVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MF4oYooATJs/s1600-h/AAR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/SuxTWGSjvVI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MF4oYooATJs/s320/AAR.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-722876212706383226?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/722876212706383226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/aar-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/722876212706383226'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>HALLOWEN</title><content type='html'>yay Halloween..miss joy and ian .. bet they have lotsa fun at australia now.. have hallowen party.. candies.. costume.. wish they were here so get to celebrate hallowen.. yey..HAHAHAHA.. what a boring hallowen..sitting down here and online.. lifeless..&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6723286878171200997?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6723286878171200997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hallowen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6723286878171200997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6723286878171200997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hallowen.html' title='HALLOWEN'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-4448120194889519580</id><published>2009-10-31T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:56:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting..</title><content type='html'>waiting for everything.. waiting for answers.. &lt;br /&gt;sigh.. do 'person' knows what i'm thinking actually??maybe or maybe not..&lt;div 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title='waiting..'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-8549758407801228736</id><published>2009-10-30T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:05:29.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love this song but don't happen to me</title><content type='html'>yea.. my emo song.. indeed.. sing it baby``&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8549758407801228736?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-4169931610807227361</id><published>2009-10-30T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:04:40.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreaker- will.i.am</title><content type='html'>Where It's At&lt;br /&gt;I Know Karmas Comin To Pay Me Back&lt;br /&gt;I Hurt The Sweetest Thang That's On The Map&lt;br /&gt;I Broke Her Heart In 30 Seconds Flat&lt;br /&gt;In 30 Seconds Flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now How Did I&lt;br /&gt;Just How Did I Become That Kind Of Guy&lt;br /&gt;To Look At Girl And Lie Right In The Eye&lt;br /&gt;My Momma Told Me Willy That Ain't Right&lt;br /&gt;Boy Now That Ain't Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart [x2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Ya&lt;br /&gt;B B B B Break It Baby&lt;br /&gt;Look Baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heartbreaker [x6]&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heart&lt;br /&gt;A H H H H I'm A Heart&lt;br /&gt;A H H H I'm A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where She Go&lt;br /&gt;I Got Some Things I Gotta Let Her Know&lt;br /&gt;To Fix The Love Now It's Impossible&lt;br /&gt;But Baby Baby If We Take It Slow&lt;br /&gt;If We Take It Slow&lt;br /&gt;We Can Make It Work&lt;br /&gt;We Just Can't Throw The Love Down In The Dirt&lt;br /&gt;You Probly Thinkin I'm A F**Kin Jerk&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Way I Let You Down It Made You Hurt&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Make You Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart [x2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Ya&lt;br /&gt;B B B B Break It Baby&lt;br /&gt;Look Baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heartbreaker [x6]&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heart&lt;br /&gt;A H H H H I'm A Heart&lt;br /&gt;A H H H I'm a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break It Down&lt;br /&gt;Let's Break It Down [roughly x15]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So So So Sorry&lt;br /&gt;So So So Sorry&lt;br /&gt;A La La La&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart [x2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm S S S Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Ya&lt;br /&gt;B B B B Break It Baby&lt;br /&gt;Look Baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heartbreaker [x6]&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heart&lt;br /&gt;A H H H H I'm A Heart&lt;br /&gt;A H H H I'm a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4169931610807227361?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4169931610807227361/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-5534599568241344283</id><published>2009-10-30T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:03:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock you down- keri hilson, kanye west and ne-yo</title><content type='html'>[Keri Hilson:]&lt;br /&gt;Heh... not again...&lt;br /&gt;Oh... this ain't supposed to happen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kanye West:]&lt;br /&gt;Keep rockin', and keep knockin'&lt;br /&gt;Whether you Louis Vouiton-ed up or Reebok-in'&lt;br /&gt;You see the hate, that they're servin' on a platter&lt;br /&gt;So what we gon' have - desert or disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Keri Hilson:]&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd... be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;And you came in... and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like in I'm a race&lt;br /&gt;But I... already won first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd... fall for you as hard as I did&lt;br /&gt;(As hard as I did, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinkin' about our life, house and kids (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down... knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I&lt;br /&gt;Would hear myself say (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll gon head&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna kick it with my girl today (Kick it with my girl today)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be commander and chief&lt;br /&gt;Of my pimp ship flyin' high (flyin' high)&lt;br /&gt;Til I met this pretty little missle, that shot me out the sky (oh shot me out the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey) Till now I'm crashing, I don't know how it happened&lt;br /&gt;But I know it feels so damn good&lt;br /&gt;Said if I could go back, and make it happen faster&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I would baby if I could&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent (oh, to the fullest), the load never to much, she helping me pull it&lt;br /&gt;She shot the bullet that ended that life&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you the pimp in me just died tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kanye West:]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now can you make it past your caspers&lt;br /&gt;So we can finally fly off into NASA&lt;br /&gt;You was always the cheerleader of my dreams to&lt;br /&gt;Seem to only date the head of football teams&lt;br /&gt;And I was the class clown that, always kept you laughin'&lt;br /&gt;We, were never meant to be baby we just happened&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't mess up the trick... hey young world I'm the new slick rick&lt;br /&gt;They say I move too quick, but we can't let the moment pass us&lt;br /&gt;Let the hourglass pass right into ashes&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this love letter right before my classes&lt;br /&gt;How could a goddess have asked someone that's only average&lt;br /&gt;For advice&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G, you listen to that, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa it's me&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is tragic&lt;br /&gt;Cause we had it, we was magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flyin', now I'm crashin'&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe jackson&lt;br /&gt;You should leave your boyfriend now, I'm a ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Keri Hilson:]&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta put the good with the bad, happy and the sad&lt;br /&gt;So I'll bring a better future than I had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall back on my face again&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, whoaaa&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I I was scared to answer loves call&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, whoaaa&lt;br /&gt;And if it hits better make it worth the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When it comes around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love come and knocks you down (oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love comes and knocks you down (y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-5534599568241344283?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5534599568241344283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-5253941543995163711</id><published>2009-10-30T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:00:23.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs is so related for today</title><content type='html'>yea.. very.. 'i wanna i wanna want touch you, you wanna touch me too'.. definitely.. is a totally.. RELATED.. haha.. made my confession.. it did happen..and dirty little secret.. it is a dirty little secret.. between YOU and ME..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-5253941543995163711?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5253941543995163711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/songs-is-so-related-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/5253941543995163711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/5253941543995163711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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you don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;When we live such fragile lives&lt;br /&gt;It's the best way we survive&lt;br /&gt;I go around a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Just to waste my time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all that you've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Find out games you don't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one that needs to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;The way she feels inside (inside)&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)&lt;br /&gt;These sleeping thoughts won't lie (won't lie)&lt;br /&gt;And all I've tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;It's eating me apart&lt;br /&gt;Trace this life out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you my dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;(Dirty little secret)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret&lt;br /&gt;(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)&lt;br /&gt;My dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;Dirty little secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;br /&gt;Who has to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-1717271343362780516?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-7704129644361102939</id><published>2009-10-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:56:58.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the all american rejects- i wanna</title><content type='html'>I never thought that I was so blind&lt;br /&gt;I can finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;It’s me for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight you can’t imagine that I’m by your side&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it’s never gonna be the truth&lt;br /&gt;Too far for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can you hear me say?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t throw me away&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no way out&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hold you somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;Everyday but all I have is time&lt;br /&gt;Our loves the perfect crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;Every way and when they set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just put your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take everything that I know you’ll break&lt;br /&gt;And I give my life away&lt;br /&gt;So far for you&lt;br /&gt;But can you hear me say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t throw me away&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way out&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hold you somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;Everyday but all I have is time&lt;br /&gt;Our loves the perfect crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;Every way and when they set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just put your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m weak&lt;br /&gt;It’s just another day without you&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;I gave away the world for you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me say&lt;br /&gt;Don’t throw me away&lt;br /&gt;There’s no way out&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hold you somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is touch you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;Everyday but all I have is time&lt;br /&gt;Our loves the perfect crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;Every way and when they set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just put your hands on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;But all I have is time&lt;br /&gt;Our loves the perfect crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna touch me too&lt;br /&gt;And when they set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just put your hands on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-7704129644361102939?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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place where we were waiting to cross.. thanks to that incident.. we will never forget,, haha.. reach kfc.. the cashier though we were pmr's student.. lame but yet so funny,, haha.. and she laugh at us.. ya..haha.. and we studied.. gee why i'm talking about study again?? this is one boring topic.. hols is coming and can't wait for it..&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-689118160795977233?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/689118160795977233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/almost-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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concert..wth..unbelievable..i have the tickets for it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-9051792033261261368?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9051792033261261368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/akon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/9051792033261261368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/9051792033261261368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/akon.html' 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day..but it wasn't..it was quite..hmmm..nice??..early morning went to school..first thing he remind me was football( chelsea vs liverpool)..arr..not a nice game after all..2-0..great..i lost in the bet and i was hoping he will forget but he didn't..he keep on remind me about it and it keep on deny..haha..//&lt;br /&gt;when Viro came, he start to tease her,,normally he tease people..as usual..end up people tease him..when me and viro was talking..i heard wrongly i though she said bad day but what she act'ly mean was a bad hair day..but yet we did buddy punch..hehe..it was cool when i get to talk to her although is not gonna be like old days but still is good..while me and viro was walking to block c(cause of exam)..i kinda like remember last year..haha..andrew,sean,khin xian,wei heng (football crazy fan) lawls..&lt;br /&gt;and knowing it was at 'wei heng' class..i think i was losing my mind i went and tell V that i'm in his class..err..is weird but..continue talking and she talk about michael..haha..and then we start talking and talking and i forgot what was the convo..dot dot dot..but then i remember we were talking about joshua,,hais..because of one small mistake everything turn 360'..and he was there listening..err.. it was awful..i didn't want him to know but he heard..i wish that history will never happen again..never ever..&lt;br /&gt;then school time...&lt;br /&gt;then school ends...&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;i just like the part where school ends..me,huey and him went mcd to study but i think i laugh more than studying..haha..when sean came,,we were suppose to study but we were talking but we did study a bit..then suddenly this man came and look at us..omg..that time when i saw the man my heart was beating so fast..i though he recognize me but act'ly that man was huey's dad..it terrific me and him..we stoned awhile and we start with the 'guinea pig + hamster' convo..&lt;br /&gt;thanks to him that i couldn't stop myself laughing like a bizarre woman..but it was cool..he started calling guinea pig and then we think about g-force..haha..best part is when we start imagine people at mcd are guinea pig..hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah..lawl..then we imagine sean was a hamster..so cute..hamster can study sejarah some more..hahahahahahahahah..meditate 'aum-aum-aum' instead of 'aum' i go 'wee~wee~wee' lawl..seeing him laughing was nice..never see him laugh until like that..it was the very best moment with him..hehe..=D//&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop myself right now..&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH..XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2204107726605032472?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2204107726605032472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6070800753259058900?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6070800753259058900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6070800753259058900'/><link 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chance to see you when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm going outta my head&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;Can you hold my hands and be my guide?&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover your skies&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dream is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on!)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on!)&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Baby, long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my....&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mention you when I say my prayers&lt;br /&gt;I wrap you around all of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you're my temporary high&lt;br /&gt;I wish that when I wake up you're there&lt;br /&gt;To wrap your arms around me for real and tell me you'll stay by side&lt;br /&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover the skies&lt;br /&gt;And I hope it rains&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dream is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on!)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on!)&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Baby, long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my....&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo your name across my heart&lt;br /&gt;So it will remain....&lt;br /&gt;Not even death can make us part&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dream is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on!)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true&lt;br /&gt;(Turn the lights on!)&lt;br /&gt;My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Baby, long as you're here&lt;br /&gt;I'll be floating on air cause you're my, you're my....&lt;br /&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8187538610942355586?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8187538610942355586/comments/default' 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make any sense..i have to stop thinking that step..no way!!!!maybe i'm just too stress this days..i really wish i won't break his heart..being with him is like the happiest thing happen in my life..without him in my life is like a a plain paper without words on it..is already 2 months and he really make me happy..although sometimes it makes me mad but he always can find a way to make me happy..hmmm..July and Blackjack..haha..he is super smart that he actually think of Blackjack..hehe..;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-1583791926216857855?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1583791926216857855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>here we go again..early in the morning,,i though i can have a good sleep but end up waking up early because of my mum..i dunno what's wrong with her..early morning go slam my door for nothing..err..i ignore and go back to sleep..when i was about to sleep she pull me up..arghhh!! just to help her do the chores at 7 something..then out of sudden she blady f*** up ignore people for nothing..i don't get her..i wish one day o could just get out of this house and live my life..is suppose to be "My life will suck without you by kelly clarkson" but now "My life will suck with you" urghhh..pathetic whore bitch..damn..i hate her..dunno..what a bad day..&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-277832544407094609?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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SOS,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-9008536260366210999?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9008536260366210999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-help-at-studies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/9008536260366210999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/9008536260366210999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-help-at-studies.html' title='need help at studies...'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2818076292001593392</id><published>2009-09-19T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:48:02.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed-mariah carey</title><content type='html'>"Obsessed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mariah (Speaks):]&lt;br /&gt;"I was like, why you so obsessed with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-O- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Will the real MC please step to the mic?&lt;br /&gt;MC- You need an MC, place to be.&lt;br /&gt;MC the MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All up in the blogs, sayin' we met at the bar,&lt;br /&gt;When I don't even, know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' we up in your house, sayin' I'm up in your car,&lt;br /&gt;But you in LA, and I'm out at Jermaine's.&lt;br /&gt;I'm up in the A, you're so so lame,&lt;br /&gt;And no one here, even mentions your name.&lt;br /&gt;It must be the weed, it must be the E,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you be poppin' hood, you get it poppin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy I want to know, lyin' that you're sexing me.&lt;br /&gt;When everybody knows, it's clear that you're upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, finally found a girl that you couldn't impress,&lt;br /&gt;Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're delusional, you're delusional,&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're losing your mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing yo, you're confused you know,&lt;br /&gt;Why you wasting your time?&lt;br /&gt;Got you all fired up, with your Napoleon complex,&lt;br /&gt;Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ohh Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;Boy why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And all the ladies sing,&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls sing.&lt;br /&gt;(Obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You on your job, you hatin' hard,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't goin' feed you, I'mma let you starve.&lt;br /&gt;Graspin' for air, and I'm ventilation,&lt;br /&gt;You out of breath, hope you ain't waitin'.&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' the world how much you miss me,&lt;br /&gt;But we never were, so why you trippin'?&lt;br /&gt;You a mom and pop, I'm a corporation,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the, press conference, you're a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;And boy I want to know, lyin' that you're sexing me.&lt;br /&gt;When everybody knows, it's clear that you're upset with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, finally found a girl that you couldn't impress,&lt;br /&gt;Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're delusional, you're delusional,&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're losing your mind. (Mind)&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing yo, you're confused you know,&lt;br /&gt;Why you wasting your time? (Mind)&lt;br /&gt;Got you all fired up, with your Napoleon complex,&lt;br /&gt;Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ohh Ohh.&lt;br /&gt;Boy why you so obsessed with me?&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And all the ladies sing,&lt;br /&gt;So, Oh, Oh-Oh- Oh. So, Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh.&lt;br /&gt;All the girls sing.&lt;br /&gt;(Obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed, obsessed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Why you so obsessed with me? (He's all up in George Foreman).&lt;br /&gt;And boy I want to know, lyin' that you're sexing me. (Lying that you're sexing me.)&lt;br /&gt;When everybody knows, it's clear that you're upset with me. (Ay)&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, finally found a girl that you couldn't impress, (Ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.&lt;br /&gt;(Last man on the earth, still couldn't get this.)&lt;br /&gt;(Fade out)&lt;br /&gt;You're delusional, you're delusional, (He's all up in my George Foreman).&lt;br /&gt;Boy you're losing your mind. (Mind)&lt;br /&gt;It's confusing yo, you're confused you know,&lt;br /&gt;Why you wasting your time? (Mind)&lt;br /&gt;Got you all fired up, with your Napoleon complex,&lt;br /&gt;Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2818076292001593392?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2818076292001593392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/obsessed-mariah-carey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2818076292001593392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2818076292001593392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget&lt;br /&gt;What we were feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left to forget&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess&lt;br /&gt;This is where we have to stand&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret&lt;br /&gt;Ever holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all&lt;br /&gt;We were just about to fall&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love&lt;br /&gt;Than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;At all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have been burned&lt;br /&gt;And all the past&lt;br /&gt;Is just a lesson that we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;But you won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3686330128282558793?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3686330128282558793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-forget-demi-lovato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pals..=huey(for sacrifice her recess time to accompany me),tj,darryl,lay sanm,seow chin,suet yen,sian bian,miss choong..thanks people=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8749888449535964058?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8749888449535964058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/tq-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8749888449535964058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/8749888449535964058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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so i decide to message my "talk loads of crap" bro(tuck jun) telling him I'm not coming to school..and i didn't know i could make it to school..well complicated..mom and dad were discussing whether should i go to school..haha..funny..dad asked me to go to school since he saw me fine but mom don't agree me to go..she though i have H1N1..buahaha not a easy-bitsy issue..end up i willing to go school.. i rather go school than staying at home doing nothing at the couch..it will be the reckless day..so...&lt;br /&gt;reach school..&lt;br /&gt;tuck jun was surprise that i came..haha.. while i was walking i was talking to sharmila and tuck jun's friend though sharmila was tuck jun's "ai ya" sis..haha if you listen to their convo you might laugh..hard to explain..&lt;br /&gt;after going up to class i went to darryl's class..haahaa..wanna see how surprise he is..but the first thing i went to his class i went and talk to stephanie..when i was about to sit enrico show his new phone out..wow..is nice nice nice and nice..me n steph was envy..then he keep it and laugh..&lt;br /&gt;huey came by and sit in front of me and she tell me she wasn't coming to school and i told her the same thing..told her how badly i vomited..then she not just a friend but almost be my mother..haha..ask me how i feel..then out of sudden..someone was behind of me..tall and tall..no comment..wakaka..he came and sit beside me and ask me why i came to school since i'm not feeling well..coming to school was a great idea but not till 8 something..&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting worse that time..body ache and have a bad bad bad fever.. it like almost gonna die..it was horrible..i was freezing and stubborn to listen what huey was telling me..even suet yen,tuck jun,darryl,sian bian,sean,hui yen was telling me i should go back but i said i was totally fine..at last, i really need help..SOS!!no is suppose to be SMS(save my soul) haahaa,, pn.chong borrowed me her jacket..thanks to her or else i need tuck jun's and marcus's bag to cover myself..she lend me till recess then i gave her back..before that wei lin came and ask do i need to go to pbsm..i just kept on said no no no no..but at the end i really need pbsm..haha..in pbsm i was fine ..can walk can talk plus can crap..haha&lt;br /&gt;maybe the panadol that tuck jun have gave me..active fast is super fast..haha..&lt;br /&gt;in pbsm..hahaa..is like meeting like that..xiao lin,seng yew,wei lin,kah keng,err ye lin or ye ... sry forgot her other twin sis name..her bf was there,huey and me..haha..mostly we were there talking crap..crap..ohya plus leon and suet yen was there..haha..everyone was hidding from mr.alan that time haha cause his like "monster cutting" hunt everywhere just to cut people's precious hair..pathetic old folk..XP..then we crap and hide..seng yew the TOP #1 crap dude..haha..wei lin was holding the dettol for no reason and i don't why i ask him to drink..then seng yew start with his NONSENSE FUNNY + DISGUSTING CRAP..he ask wei lin pour that dettol to darryl's "ahem" censore!! you know where..bottom..and wei lin crap with him too..me and huey sitting at the bed listen to "grandpa's stories"..story begins...&lt;br /&gt;out of nowhere..wei linis gonna pour that dettol to darryl..no gonna repeat again then see what will happen..and the result is his "DOT DOT DOT" will be rot and no more ahem..then he can't masturbate for how many years and the rest..maybe the 2 directors should continue by themselves..haha..LOL..this laugh ain't gonna stop..&lt;br /&gt;~feeling better..before head to class..i'm like a bizarre women non stop waving at him..wow..i'm weird..haha..back class..1st one who ask me was suet yen and sian bian..to be honest they are quite nice if you don't underestimate them..then they'll be cool with u..i'm glad the past never repeat again,,haha&lt;br /&gt;then ppl start question me..and i answer,,&lt;br /&gt;math time,,i'm happy i have the mood to listen or else i wasted a day not studying..oh g!! talking abt studying..i should be studying right now..yea yea..&lt;br /&gt;oh no.. well my day just happen like this..no tuition on that day was really miserable..then when aman suria to see the doc..oh no..food poisoning cause me this sickness..holy macarroni..my medi..arrrr..GG.COM!! great..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-1679021714144635883?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1679021714144635883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-holiday-is-not-my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/1679021714144635883'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;man..this week hols is so pathetic and bored..well not really bored..haha..at least i get to level up my maple but still a noob..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;blog is getting bored..i don't know what to write..daily life..hmmm..i rather keep it in mind..5 more days till merdeka..yay..but 1 more month till exams..OHH NO!! i totally forgot i make a deal with yee jin..ahhhh.. definitely he can score in science..no no no no..1 more to study man...geee..this is tough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3505725938862203720?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3505725938862203720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-getting-tired-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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a rocket</title><content type='html'>yea obviously..but is a good thing and also a bad thing..&lt;br /&gt;hais..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4094174712463547501?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4094174712463547501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-passes-like-rocket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/4094174712463547501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/4094174712463547501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;morning~ sleepy and moody morning..&lt;br /&gt;         #when i reach school and saw him and I start being emo..arghh!! i get sick and tired of that word..thanks to Kok Shin that influence me with that "EMO" word EVERYDAY..now I am EMO.. hmmm...but i can't blame him for that.. is kinda fun when both of us saying it and is quite annoying too..HAHA'S..&lt;br /&gt;Okay emo AGAIN..back to morning incident..arrrr..I'm am so stupid that i forgot to bring the class key..Cries!!! i was phobia about it..scare of everything..and thanks to him..he chills me up..but i think too negative,,saying that i will suicide and next day the newspaper will write about ' school girl forgot to bring class key and suicide ' lol.. and he smiles..awwww.. adorable charming bright SMILE..is so wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;And while i was walking with Ming Huey to class I'm like a bizarre woman..haha.. luckily the class gate is open..Thanks to sian bian.. she have a spare key..&lt;br /&gt;After putting my bag in the class..straight away find yee jin but he wasn't there that time so i went and see seow chin and then him then chan chuan..,,hmmm..speaking of chan chuan.. he's been keeping secret from me about 'AHEM AHEM'.. damn..i hate being a shorty.. both of them are so tall..and easy for them to give signal at each other.. don't get them..=]&lt;br /&gt;then school bells rang..back class.. moody AGAIN..dunno what to do... sit there look around..then do maths again..&lt;br /&gt;then bell rang again..time passes so fast and recess time&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;chit chatting with yee jin was the past..NON STOP LAUGHING..haha&lt;br /&gt;then recess end, me and yee jin walking back to class and while we were walking i heard foot steps behind of me..so LOUD!!heehee...and it was him..&lt;br /&gt;lol.. &lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;half of the day&lt;br /&gt;missing him..........&lt;br /&gt;during math lesson,,suddenly he appear in front of my class room..the same thing checking on cleanness in my class.. and then he walk out of the class..&lt;br /&gt;then school ends..&lt;br /&gt;Walking to his class and return his math book..and when I was giving him the book he took my hand and read what i wrote on my hand,, i guess he did but i just hide my hand away..haha and seeing those adorable form 1 kid snatching 100 plus just  make me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMM i'm gonna rot,, raining outside..doing nothing..&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MONDAYS;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-4177867972537524532?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4177867972537524532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-1992948705440220363</id><published>2009-08-08T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:18:27.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring morning</title><content type='html'>urghhh! is a boring morning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-1992948705440220363?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1992948705440220363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/boring-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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disease is back..gee..i'm too much..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..wondering what is he doing now?? since the day until now i been having this disease non stop..don't get it..when i think about him it makes me smile with a bright smile well yea is true but more details i been thinking all the ques..those ques just keep on popping in my mind and keep asking why???why why why why why why why why why..&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..that's too much..&lt;br /&gt;ques like this will always pop out:&lt;br /&gt;is he gonna think back his past??&lt;br /&gt;can he let go the past??&lt;br /&gt;hais..&lt;br /&gt;hais&lt;br /&gt;hai&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;h&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;i know it takes time but i wouldn't mind..what i'm really afraid is losing someone special like him..to me he's like the one..errr weird but is true.. i never had a strong affection to a guy but him??YEAA i do..but does he act'ly understand what i'm thinking??hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i hope the feeling he gave me won't end that fast..&lt;br /&gt;GOOSEBUMP but i'm lovin it..hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;LOA?? memang!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...................... &lt;br /&gt;thinking????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;dreaming???????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD!!XD..PJ;] love him with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-5605859928328675765?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5605859928328675765/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-1036909238787444564</id><published>2009-08-04T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:58:02.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is been so long</title><content type='html'>is been so long i never upload my blog..ahhh..but things change so fast and time past so fast..now is already august and i still haven't finish my studies yet..still in the mood for games..ahh.. i really wanna change to kemboja..remember those days with yee jin really makes me laugh..haha..niss those days,,&lt;br /&gt;YEE JIN I MISS YOU BUDDY!! &lt;br /&gt;faster end term..i can't wait..wish i have chance to change class..MUST STUDY!! arrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3249413839573438061</id><published>2009-05-26T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:42:45.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw him again and again</title><content type='html'>HIM again..today i have seen him at least more than 5 times..during recess,lay sanm,tiann yin,seow chin,woon ying and i wanted to eat because we were really hungry but than woon ying got caught by pn.surita and have to wait at the discipline room so left 4 of us..when we reach to canteen,tiann yin went and talk to ida so left 3 of us..we don't even bother them and just buy a food and eat..really HUNGRY!!after buying food we found a place to sit and guess what i saw him sitting across me..he was playing with his friend with the straw..haha..childish but funny..i am so blur until i can't see him before i sat on the chair..thanks to seow chin changing place with me..having a nice view but quite weird..&lt;br /&gt;ok..then haha chong de is so so so so so so so so FUNNY..with his blur looks???lols..saying hi to him so many times he just stood there in the koop room and watch what am i doing..like a bizarre women..&lt;br /&gt;SKIP SKIP SKIP..long story.................&lt;br /&gt;ming huey and i went to toilet,while coming down the stairs i already saw him from far..he and his friend was chit chatting or standing at teachers room..that makes me embarrass because went i haven't got down the stairs i was really pissed off of jing yipp and his gang..littering the floor and i and ming huey have to sweep the floor..so i was complaining and i didn't see him..maybe he was looking at the stairs or some where else but is like my direction..or maybe im just too LOA..but i didn't care and rush into the toilet..after ming huey was done..i waited her at the toilet door..was stepping my foot out and i saw HIM again..standing there with his friend and look at me..im like ???????,,can't think just look at him like i never seen him..embarrass and humiliated myself..so we both just walk and ming huey was telling me he's there..i tried to make a fake laugh but it was stupid..so when we wanted to walk up the stairs but their are in front of us..i know he look down but i just don't wanna look up..am I alright?? i don't think i am..i think im just LOA and always simply think..i dunno......haisss....really worry about my results but excited about hols..CAN'T WAIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3249413839573438061?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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his add maths..hais..miserable day..&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy during school ends,talking to Ming Huey and his bf(no idea what is his name) &amp; boh yee..laughing like a bizarre woman..while waiting the bus we were chit-chatting and i saw Di sern and his friend riding motorbike back to some where..and i saw chong De's car and Brandon's car..i saw bala in Brandon's car and also the 'KING' in the car..LOLL..we wave at each other and then head to the bus..&lt;br /&gt;at bus chit chatting with boh yee..then back home..online and eat and then i saw my aunt went on9 on fb..AAA!scares me a lot terrified&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-5547137820564238686?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5547137820564238686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-2438058136634100693</id><published>2009-05-06T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:16:51.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh no!!</title><content type='html'>noooooooooo!!exams is coming..4 more days to go and i haven't finish my studies yet,,&lt;br /&gt;plus my PC got virus..arr..unbelievable..&lt;br /&gt;exams exams exams..really have to work hard so can change to better class..especially have to change to Kemboja.&lt;br /&gt;today after school walking back alone..hmm i saw Jee Kenn..walking opposite of the road..when he was in front of me..sigh!just makes me remember everything in the past..i felt stupid..very stupid..why on earth i will like Rafael last time??but since is already past..just forget about it..go on a new life..do what is important now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-2438058136634100693?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2438058136634100693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2438058136634100693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/2438058136634100693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohh-no.html' title='ohh no!!'/><author><name>~PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16541156376368827315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-1272789039567197394</id><published>2009-04-30T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:58:27.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embarrassment</title><content type='html'>I'm totally busted today..i cannot believe Shen Jun will actually tell him..OMG!sentence to death..i though he wouldn't dare to tell him but he did..i will never forget about it..he told him during science lesson and i was running just to hide myself..and Hann Jian and the others were looking at me why is this silly woman running around..LOL,,when Shen Jun came back i was total pissed at him and purposely ignore him..i kept asking him what did he told him?and he kept on denied it and said Yi Ching said that i like him..and finally he told me what he ask..Do u know Pui Jing?then start with Yi Ching and then he just walk back to his class..with tomato face that's what Shen Jun told me..everything is gone for now..i guess he knows who am i already..shameful!..but during recess i saw him again while Lay Sanm and I was waiting for Seow Chin..we were standing at the office and out of sudden he was at the stairs with Justin..walking back to class..when i saw him I'm like a statuary i couldn't move at all just LOOK..and then i look away..&lt;br /&gt;argh! now he knows then is gonna be extremely embarrassing..&lt;br /&gt;when everyone is at hall for some college and uni convention, i was thinking do i have a chance??cause I'm really scare..scare of mid term..wonder do I have a chance to change to other class..sigh!I really study like mad..well sometimes I'm a slob..(Laughs)while looking at the brochure his there AGAIN walking in the hall with spotlight..wait there's no spotlight just my imagination..and i was hiding myself scare that he might know who am i..like hiding from a predator..wow..(wiping sweats)..kept on avoid him..and then i was back to class..reading those brochure..while reading Mr.Yap came in to take over pn.Ting lesson because she did not come..and everyone is wishing him abruptly some one call " good afternoon 'ham sap lou'!!! " cool huh? but end up Mr.Yap scolded the person and that was Sean..em Tuck Jun as well..dunno who is the one who said it but i said u guys are pro have guts to said that out loud..nice..&lt;br /&gt;Bernard kiss Seow Jing..wow!actually it was a dare for Bernard..he kissed her cheek and everyone said "WOW"..hahaha..funny..and then Yee Jin gossiping about Amanda that she likes Mr.Yap..ewww gross!!he sucks like a jackass..he is so horny..always aiming for girls to help him..goosebumps...&lt;br /&gt;when Yee Jin,Hui May and i was walking we saw a dead bird..pity the bird..that reminds me of Bernard..haha..people always call him bird in class..&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P bird!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-1272789039567197394?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-8498477632391640978</id><published>2009-04-29T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:16:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atleast is better than yesterday</title><content type='html'>definitely is better than yesterday..but i kinda make some of my classmate mad at me because i totally forgot to open the gate for them to go in this morning..I'm really sorry,didn't mean to do it..&lt;br /&gt;now i understand what is 2 face-is like a backstabber that's what Andrew tang told me..but i cant believe a good person cant even to that..so not her..she's not the person i knew before but this is ain't my business so i just ignore it..&lt;br /&gt;i felt so embarrassed during recess time and after recess..during recess i went to 6 bidara to past the form to Shaun and gosh!i dunno am i blind or not??i couldn't see where he was..at first he was standing then he sat down and makes me hardly find Shaun..must be something wrong with my contact lens.. when i was in bidara class..aw! i saw "HIM" so adorable..his dimple is so CUTE..totally DS disorder..haha..laughs!and then pn.suhaila asked me to wait..Seow Chin and I waited a while and we decided to take off..and this really makes me embarrass..argh! stupid shen jun,hsien ming and chun kwan,,super-duper mad at them..humiliate myself by crawling back to class because scare "HE" will know who am i..but when i found out..3 of them just playing a fool..pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;well..hmm..what else?&lt;br /&gt;ohya i finally know who is joel..he is justin's brother..actually i kinda know who is he but is different..what can i said..smart and hot brother will have a cute and charming brother..AHEM-AHEM I'm not failing into him is admired their looks like fernando torres..sooo HOT..&lt;br /&gt;after walking to LRT i was waiting for the bus to arrive..while waiting i saw jee kenn,,I'm not quite sure whether is he or not but his back is totally him..every time i met him at school is like we never knew each other before..i dunno what to do but just pretend to dunno him..I'm so stupid last time I never appreciated him..is like the song from one republic-apologize..is too late to apologize..but I'm sorry what i have done at the past..PJ!! stop emo-ing..just smile ;)..everything will be fine..'HOPEFULLY'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-8498477632391640978?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8498477632391640978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-6991267907640438951</id><published>2009-04-27T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:04:28.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not just an ordinary day</title><content type='html'>is definitely not a good day..is SUCK..hais..&lt;br /&gt;is suck to be in 4 mawar,is not suck actually..just some times is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna stay in that class..is creepy..tears..mad..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be friends with those people but it cant make out at all..some times try to be good is ain't easy..people start bitching or gossiping about you..is so stupid..is like F***!gosh..people wake up..we go to school to study not bitching around like u people do most of the time..we don't want the spotlight after all..just come to school to get educated..i hope day by day  will get better than i expect..hope so..suck those coward-timid ******s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6991267907640438951?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6991267907640438951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-just-ordinary-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6991267907640438951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6991267907640438951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-9124589921594608170</id><published>2009-04-25T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:19:04.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay up late</title><content type='html'>now i understand it!!this is so complicated at first but than it was easy than i though..&lt;br /&gt;STUPID ME..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay up late just to create a new blog..;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-9124589921594608170?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSsvZ6etswk/TOf5oqOXvxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3kOVP48KRyE/S220/Image188%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3977468340892695866.post-3107538885210652801</id><published>2009-04-25T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:25:31.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>finally is DONE!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-3107538885210652801?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3107538885210652801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`TRICHA (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3977468340892695866-6045991043351128927?l=momentoofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6045991043351128927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentoofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-fun-blogging-rachel-tricha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6045991043351128927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3977468340892695866/posts/default/6045991043351128927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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