<?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-7179025005674417513</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:21:16.745+08:00</updated><category term='let the thought wonder.'/><category term='Awesome.'/><category term='No more tears.'/><category term='What is your defination?'/><category term='Jumping of joy is a good exercise'/><category term='I am still your little angel rite?'/><category term='Classical.'/><category term='A new road.'/><category term='Best Friends is equal to sisters.'/><category term='Much appreciated'/><category term='♥'/><category term='I been through this before'/><category term=':)'/><category term='My routes of life.'/><category term='you have definitely taught me a lot.'/><category term='future.'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='Yes'/><category term='lo que será'/><category term='Pure.'/><category term='houseofnightseries.com'/><category term='I love my life.'/><category term='Is the thread that not easily to be thorn apart.'/><category term='Just hide it for today.'/><category term='Room for improvement.'/><category term='My life is not a fairytale and I don&apos;t  want it to be a fairytale'/><category term='Shiqin.'/><category term='hold your own'/><category term='Time.'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Cause I have a great group of brothers.'/><category term='Specially for Shiqin'/><category term='I am trying.'/><category term='What did you say about taking chances?'/><category term='Its not a full mixture.'/><category term='I love the way Hannah is.'/><category term='So will time show me the answer?'/><category term='^^'/><category term='You will cry so hard when you read this book.'/><category term='idols'/><category term='Random post.'/><category term='Never ever wonder.'/><category term='You&apos;re just not worth my tears'/><category term='Tralalala....'/><category term='Three words'/><category term='letters for me.'/><category term='Special post for special friends like them:)'/><category term='I end it here.'/><category term='be my moon.'/><category term='Trying to be strong.'/><category term='update:)'/><category term='how can I lead my life?'/><category term='Okay today best.'/><category term='Don&apos;t take too long to mend this heart of mine'/><category term='I miss me.'/><category term='time after time'/><category term='body ache like .....'/><category term='Hopes+Chance=Life'/><category term='Happy birthday'/><category term='hmm....'/><category term='don&apos;t miss me while I&apos;m gone.'/><category term='Than what it is?'/><category term='I make the first move.'/><category term='R.I.P 2010'/><category term='stuff i want tell you.'/><category term='still waiting...'/><category term='My way'/><category term='Turn the time around.'/><category term='8 letters.'/><category term='goodbye.'/><category term='I don&apos;t blame you for changing.'/><category term='Never let me go.'/><category term='The ships will be save at the shore but that was not what ships are meant to build for.'/><category term='know your name go your own way.'/><category term='Get up.'/><category term='post for &apos;a&apos;'/><category term='*inserts a million hearts*'/><category term='don&apos;t want to go camp.'/><category term='just erase them.'/><category term='updated.'/><category term='Top 5.'/><category term='Because i forget about reality.'/><category term='Justin Bieber'/><category term='I need time to heal me.'/><category term='Its pink..'/><category term='[inserts so many smiley faces]'/><category term='Crazy times.'/><category term='New artist eyecandy.'/><category term='Is a golden thread you must treasure.'/><category term='Wanie'/><category term='Day by day'/><category term='Thanks for making my day.'/><category term='Never say never.'/><category term='The shell of mine.'/><category term='spit it out.'/><category term='Walk to the present.'/><category term='friends is part of my life.'/><category term='Au revoir pour I&apos;instant'/><category term='purple dinosaur.'/><category term='You lied.'/><category term='I xoxo'/><category term='será'/><category term='Just for you.'/><category term='New year=new me'/><category term='Home is a strange place for me now.'/><category term='Again.'/><category term='the purple dinosaur say sorry for missing too long.'/><category term='Congrats Sezairi:)'/><category term='Love.'/><category term='I got N-levels to worry about.'/><category term='least expected.'/><category term='Be on your side always and forever'/><category term='I love them all.'/><category term='Second chances.'/><category term='I lead my life where I want to go'/><category term='Balloon+singing+dancing around=random'/><category term='They just like the stars.'/><category term='boy.'/><category term='Fly higher than higher'/><category term='i can deal with this again.'/><category term='Specially for Nini'/><category term='A speech that is hard to forget.'/><category term='Don&apos;t tear part.'/><category term='you&apos;re a coward.'/><category term='Mixture.'/><category term='gift of a friend[wanie&apos;s cover]'/><category term='I left you.I was being stupid.'/><category term='Special gifts.'/><category term='If you would just realise that I exist.'/><category term='This is why I always have a smile on my face.'/><category term='When I look at you.'/><category term='au revoir'/><category term='Obsessed.'/><category term='random much? hmm..'/><category term='xoxo'/><category term='present'/><category term='the date.'/><category term='julyyyyyy'/><category term='we shall meet again.'/><category term='Is a mixture of feelings'/><category term='betrayed.'/><category term='Die2 for twilight and the saga&apos;s.'/><category term='Shit.'/><category term='When it is gonna be over?'/><category term='Not to be repeated.'/><category term='Just watch I walk over my dreams.'/><category term='Goodbye is not forever.'/><category term='I steal the all those pictures from Gat&apos;s blog.'/><category term='Building bonds and breaking barriers'/><category term='idols.'/><title type='text'>Life stories.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-66695905854977153</id><published>2011-10-12T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:37:40.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Getaway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLGzaBoGUTM/TpTsTN8LMaI/AAAAAAAABB4/oZFDPpxas28/s1600/IMG_4285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662410446415278498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLGzaBoGUTM/TpTsTN8LMaI/AAAAAAAABB4/oZFDPpxas28/s400/IMG_4285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ1aZ2ONGAQ/TpTsSyMTLUI/AAAAAAAABBo/fnx7NBazmlc/s1600/last.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662410438966717762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ1aZ2ONGAQ/TpTsSyMTLUI/AAAAAAAABBo/fnx7NBazmlc/s400/last.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be wiith who that makes you smile &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even through tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SCREAM* The princess is back! *donkey smile*' So yeah,I abondoned this blog for what,2 months? Sorry! I can't find the time to update this blog cause I'm sitting for my N-levels this year. So,N-level is over! OVER! My crazy cooking partner,Sumirah and myself scream: Freedom once we walked out of the school gate! Ohmygod! It's like 100 pounds [exaggerating] of weight lifted off my shoulders. So,I don't really have to go school, you will usually find me in the Gym or at the tracks. Ohh puhleesee,I got fats to be burnt and goals to achieved so don't called me obsessed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see from the pictures above,the last day of school for the Sec 4's NA and NT is bittersweet. As per usual,I don't handle well with goodbyes. So yeah,I cried. Oh come on! I spent 4 years with this bunch of awesome people! Going through ups and downs. And they were the ones who sent me encouraging text when I 'm going through tough times and yes,they always make me laugh through my tears. I know right,I got the sweetest and loveliest mates! ^^ Don't forget my girls ah! *winkwink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holidays! Holidays! I got awesome plan ahead of me. So till now,take care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-66695905854977153?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/66695905854977153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/getaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/66695905854977153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/66695905854977153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/10/getaway.html' title='Getaway.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLGzaBoGUTM/TpTsTN8LMaI/AAAAAAAABB4/oZFDPpxas28/s72-c/IMG_4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5529245911464705368</id><published>2011-07-04T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:45:42.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t miss me while I&apos;m gone.'/><title type='text'>I can pretend I dont't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYTCSf0zbT4/ThEVjIK7crI/AAAAAAAABBc/jc2-ov3eouI/s1600/STB_2652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625301102795387570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYTCSf0zbT4/ThEVjIK7crI/AAAAAAAABBc/jc2-ov3eouI/s400/STB_2652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope you find what you're missing,because I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;miss you at ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You,make me cry more than you make me laugh,so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you let go of me and cheat on me it make me realise that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is the best for me. Why chose to be sad when happy is another option? I have awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;classmates that never fail to make me laugh till my stomach cramps and brought tear into my eyes. I have girlfriends that always be there for me 24/7. I have juniors that can make me smile through tears. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bottom line:I always have a smile plastered on my face after every shit you put me through. I don't hate you,boy. I really don't. Why hate when you the one who shaped me into a stronger person? We're not in talking terms. I have my own solid reasons for giving you a cold shoulder. I pray for the best of you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boo! So,June holidays is like...over. Which meant,I'm gonna study till I can't take it. Haish. Its only been a week and I'm mentally exhausted with all the assignments and coursework to be completed. Great news is,I'm done with my physics notes. Yeay! I'm currently revising and refreshing my brain for chemistry. I'm constantly studying maths. I have to read up on my History,Social Studies and Food&amp;amp;Nutrition. I hope I get good results to get to Sec's 5 and make both my parents proud. ^^ I didn't lose weight nor did I gain weight during the holidays. I knew what went wrong. Now,i'm gonna still do running and this time diet exist. HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh,I'm not gonna update my blog every week. I update when I felt like doing so. hehe. forgive me for that. Anyway,I felt like doing a cover. Idk why but yeah. Okay,till now,take care sweethearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo,wanie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5529245911464705368?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5529245911464705368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-can-pretend-i-dontt-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5529245911464705368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5529245911464705368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-can-pretend-i-dontt-care.html' title='I can pretend I dont&apos;t care.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYTCSf0zbT4/ThEVjIK7crI/AAAAAAAABBc/jc2-ov3eouI/s72-c/STB_2652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1112633942018982562</id><published>2011-06-18T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:30:06.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>Youngest,Cutest and Sweetest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCY8x_IT6_Q/TfyxNm_6hzI/AAAAAAAABBE/UtzaeVugDvM/s1600/sweetest%252Ccutest%2Band%2Byoungest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619561282416576306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCY8x_IT6_Q/TfyxNm_6hzI/AAAAAAAABBE/UtzaeVugDvM/s400/sweetest%252Ccutest%2Band%2Byoungest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWzVK83cPCw/TfyxNa2UL0I/AAAAAAAABA8/2fsBWOH7TKo/s1600/trees%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619561279155089218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PWzVK83cPCw/TfyxNa2UL0I/AAAAAAAABA8/2fsBWOH7TKo/s400/trees%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DhtbtPlM3g/TfyxNOh4MBI/AAAAAAAABA0/0je8A1nz9y4/s1600/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619561275848142866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0DhtbtPlM3g/TfyxNOh4MBI/AAAAAAAABA0/0je8A1nz9y4/s400/awesome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cutest,the sweetest and the youngest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They never failed to make me laugh my enitire heart out. We don't do gossips,we talked. We share every detail. We read each other book of lifes. We understand each other jokes and we support each other dreams. I have another awesome Saturday with them! My life is getting better:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1112633942018982562?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1112633942018982562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/youngestcutest-and-sweetest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1112633942018982562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1112633942018982562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/youngestcutest-and-sweetest.html' title='Youngest,Cutest and Sweetest.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCY8x_IT6_Q/TfyxNm_6hzI/AAAAAAAABBE/UtzaeVugDvM/s72-c/sweetest%252Ccutest%2Band%2Byoungest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3305181817863933250</id><published>2011-06-09T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T14:44:20.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff i want tell you.'/><title type='text'>Jar of hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6NomfdXSX0/TfBodeSVUPI/AAAAAAAABAs/dRwAscfKby8/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616103590886461682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6NomfdXSX0/TfBodeSVUPI/AAAAAAAABAs/dRwAscfKby8/s400/IMG_1817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was under your spell for such a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Couldn't break the chains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;You played with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;tore me apart with all your lies and games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It took all the strength I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;But I crawled up on my feet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I loved you so much that I thought someday you could change. But all you brought me was a heart full of pain. I don't want to play your game anymore. I'm out. Go ahead and find another girl to play your silly game with. I was worried about hurting you but you couldn't do the same for me. I hope. I pray that someday,someone will slap your face and awaken you. Change,my friend. Stop going around breaking other girls heart. Enough is enough. Aren't you tired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;If you need someone to annoy you with Justin Bieber stuff,I'm here. If you need someone to talk to,I'm here. But there's no way I'm coming back. Now that I know who you really are,I'm gonna guard my heart from falling into your words. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till now,take care,Syafiq Johari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;wanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3305181817863933250?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3305181817863933250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/jar-of-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3305181817863933250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3305181817863933250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar of hearts.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6NomfdXSX0/TfBodeSVUPI/AAAAAAAABAs/dRwAscfKby8/s72-c/IMG_1817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1427689538376276567</id><published>2011-06-07T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:26:25.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I xoxo'/><title type='text'>The happiest girl can have the most fragile heart because being happy is the only thing that keeps her stand strong on her feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZDwbKetU9c/Te2ZGDyZVeI/AAAAAAAABAk/8Kd45m3cq3Q/s1600/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615312639775823330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZDwbKetU9c/Te2ZGDyZVeI/AAAAAAAABAk/8Kd45m3cq3Q/s400/IMG_2038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnevm8y3gJM/Te2ZF-VhqjI/AAAAAAAABAc/0wzlh6tW6fU/s1600/IMG_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615312638312557106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nnevm8y3gJM/Te2ZF-VhqjI/AAAAAAAABAc/0wzlh6tW6fU/s400/IMG_2034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn4QmyHWW7Y/Te2TxkLCNuI/AAAAAAAABAU/5vcnPVbWee4/s1600/IMG_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615306790133708514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kn4QmyHWW7Y/Te2TxkLCNuI/AAAAAAAABAU/5vcnPVbWee4/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4hkIYAWtoA/Te2Tw15z7iI/AAAAAAAABAM/v17rTYwhw1o/s1600/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615306777713438242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M4hkIYAWtoA/Te2Tw15z7iI/AAAAAAAABAM/v17rTYwhw1o/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoJMhJfCtos/Te2TwXuJhwI/AAAAAAAABAE/vuCCXyzyxhk/s1600/IMG_1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615306769611458306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoJMhJfCtos/Te2TwXuJhwI/AAAAAAAABAE/vuCCXyzyxhk/s400/IMG_1981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Biw0iyl1kGw/Te2Tvmd2yaI/AAAAAAAAA_8/o7_y2FXJRHM/s1600/beach%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615306756389783970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Biw0iyl1kGw/Te2Tvmd2yaI/AAAAAAAAA_8/o7_y2FXJRHM/s400/beach%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_flv_Xtnjp8/Te2TvQsvxsI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zFksYIdADzI/s1600/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615306750546659010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_flv_Xtnjp8/Te2TvQsvxsI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zFksYIdADzI/s400/sand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't let life's storms get you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Learn to dance in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;run with the lightning and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;scream with the thunder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So,I was being sturbon as per usual,I refure to listen to my girls and the boys who's trying so hard to knock some sense into my freaking brain. Trust me. They really work hard to try to make me realise that I have to give up and don't hold on anymore. But still,no matter how many times they told me,their efforts go down to drain. I wait for 2 hours and plus to wait for you. After I end my courseowrk,I wanna go home and I text you to let you know,but than I change my mind and decided to stay and wait for you like...an hour? Yeah,all this time I wait and wait and wait. You told me you gonna prove to me that you deserve another chance. So I told you to prove it. You did. You did all sorts of stuff that make me believe you. That make me begin to trust you. So,what happened? You let me down for the 4th time. Ohmygod. Seriously?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aren't you tired lying all the time? Aren't you tired letting me down? Does all that bring some sort of satisfaction to you? You might think that I'm too weak to handle the pain. But dude,you're wrong. I can handle this pain. I know I can. This ain't the first time you put me through this shit. So,I guess this is it. End of 'our' story. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You,Izwan cause you make me realise and you actually make me listen to you that it's time for me to let go and don't hold on anymore. The encouraging text you send was sweet. Thank You,Hakim[Andrey Kymiko] for the advise you gave me. I had an awesome heart to heart talk with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So,I had a blast on 4th June with a bunch of awesome people. At time like this,I really do need them to make me laugh my heart out. Yes,I count on them and they never let me down. Never. We been friends ever since primary school and we just get to know Mamat from Hkss. All of them are awesome. I love each one of them. ^^ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half of my year,was bittersweet. The rest of 2011 will be awesome. Recover soon,my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1427689538376276567?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1427689538376276567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiest-girl-can-have-most-fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1427689538376276567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1427689538376276567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/happiest-girl-can-have-most-fragile.html' title='The happiest girl can have the most fragile heart because being happy is the only thing that keeps her stand strong on her feet'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZDwbKetU9c/Te2ZGDyZVeI/AAAAAAAABAk/8Kd45m3cq3Q/s72-c/IMG_2038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9012642656255586008</id><published>2011-05-21T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:15:35.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never say never.'/><title type='text'>Their spirits inspired me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQza5ACJN04/Tdcyeqf8prI/AAAAAAAAA_o/56KFwenYD7Q/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609007363298993842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQza5ACJN04/Tdcyeqf8prI/AAAAAAAAA_o/56KFwenYD7Q/s400/IMG_1621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2qOYr2KPlFw/TdcyeN2JNFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/B9Pw5eLIsYc/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609007355607462994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2qOYr2KPlFw/TdcyeN2JNFI/AAAAAAAAA_g/B9Pw5eLIsYc/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RC2RBEr_cOo/Tdcyd7Sd8zI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/tiQtscoouKw/s1600/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609007350625989426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RC2RBEr_cOo/Tdcyd7Sd8zI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/tiQtscoouKw/s400/IMG_1601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3wuscjoBcY/TdcydUpHB6I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xGCSUOdmmZk/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609007340251973538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3wuscjoBcY/TdcydUpHB6I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/xGCSUOdmmZk/s400/IMG_1619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_C4n3m2KVyo/Tdcyc9Jp4RI/AAAAAAAAA_I/aWbw976lpOM/s1600/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609007333946024210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_C4n3m2KVyo/Tdcyc9Jp4RI/AAAAAAAAA_I/aWbw976lpOM/s400/IMG_1614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever underestimate the people in 4n2 cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;we may surprise you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While waiting for our turn for the relay,I was trying my best to calm my nerves. But I couldn't do it by myself. The runners for 4n2 sprits was so high and we believe in each other strength. I couldn't deny the fact that their spririts lifted me up. We encourage each other and ALL of us put our 110% when we ran. We gave it all we got. You can hear your friends screaming your name/class at the top of their lungs among the crowd who's watching us. And when Afiq ran across the finishing line,we emerged the 2nd place and it left me speechless. Cause I didn't expect my class,4n2 to win that title. In fact,I didn't expect to win at all. They prove me wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soccer was awesome. Yes,soccer. When I mentioned soccer,you should have knew that the ball hits my face and directly hit my nose and I fell twice.When the Party Rock Anthem started playing,Izwan and some of the boys started shuffling and it makes me laugh so hard! But whatever it is,my class won 1st runner-up. Again,our aim was just to have fun and we didn't expect to win that title&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4N2,for once,gave it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To be honest,for the few weeks of school,I thought that this class is gonna be boring and all. But,after so many good times we had together,I love my class. I'm proud to be in 4n2. Really proud. Yesterday was the first time I felt PURE joy after 050311. Thank you for all of you who make my day! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9012642656255586008?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9012642656255586008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/their-spirits-inspired-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9012642656255586008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9012642656255586008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/their-spirits-inspired-me.html' title='Their spirits inspired me.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AQza5ACJN04/Tdcyeqf8prI/AAAAAAAAA_o/56KFwenYD7Q/s72-c/IMG_1621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3658195337771084534</id><published>2011-04-22T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:51:37.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how can I lead my life?'/><title type='text'>I'm a girl and you're just a boy. This is my heart,its not a toy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V--dSA35oiM/TbGdBce2DGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4e4VolP37Rk/s1600/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598428459949231202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V--dSA35oiM/TbGdBce2DGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4e4VolP37Rk/s400/IMG_1371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;You don't know what you have put me through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You have no idea,do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Does hurting me bring satisfaction to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there something wrong with me? You hurt me more than twice. Congratulations to you,cause you the first guy that make me cried countless times. You played with my heart like as if it's a toy. I'm like your barbie doll,when you're bored,you find me cause you know,you're my weakness and when you're done playing with me,you put me back to the shelf and walk away just like that. But,stupid as it sounds,I still can't get over you. There's just something about you that I can't let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still hold the memories. I still reminiscing the past. I remembered,each time my training ends,I knew you be in the canteen or playing soccer with your fellow mates while waiting for me and when I'm done,you will send me home. Each time when we went school together,the both of us will be arguing over something and you will played pranks on me early in the morning even though you knew it annoys me. When I got a major headache,you lend me your shoulder and told me to rest and you will remain quiet cause you scared if it will worsened my headache. If I came to you with a broken finger,you will asked if is everthing alright with me and you will try your best to massage my finger. During recess time,you find me and shot me a look that tells me to eat and if I refuse to listen,you gave me a silent treatment. :/ That particular time,I was running down and you told me to meet you and I did and everything felt better afterwards. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now,you tell me,how can I let go? How can I move on?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3658195337771084534?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3658195337771084534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-girl-and-youre-just-boy-this-is-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3658195337771084534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3658195337771084534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-girl-and-youre-just-boy-this-is-my.html' title='I&apos;m a girl and you&apos;re just a boy. This is my heart,its not a toy.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V--dSA35oiM/TbGdBce2DGI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4e4VolP37Rk/s72-c/IMG_1371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5100992568786895053</id><published>2011-04-18T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:30:44.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Bieber'/><title type='text'>BIEBER:Never Say Never 3D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zWOj-Nqhms/TawCR5TplFI/AAAAAAAAA-4/K7k88oLnows/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850943378953298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zWOj-Nqhms/TawCR5TplFI/AAAAAAAAA-4/K7k88oLnows/s400/IMG_1329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qULDHFxePkY/TawCRVGDxII/AAAAAAAAA-w/fDBTHaDJQv0/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850933658272898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qULDHFxePkY/TawCRVGDxII/AAAAAAAAA-w/fDBTHaDJQv0/s400/IMG_1349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6wKjkiH9zA/TawCRLLr0-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/-ubiKzKLSzs/s1600/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850930997515234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v6wKjkiH9zA/TawCRLLr0-I/AAAAAAAAA-o/-ubiKzKLSzs/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjBS27p34UY/TawCQ05SfjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/d9hr99PbVk8/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850925014777394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yjBS27p34UY/TawCQ05SfjI/AAAAAAAAA-g/d9hr99PbVk8/s400/IMG_1344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xI_XRRJnam8/TawCQcLohMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QSLo_L-rQPk/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596850918380831938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xI_XRRJnam8/TawCQcLohMI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QSLo_L-rQPk/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'm gonna rise above and show the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what I was made of. I was born to be somebody-Justin Bieber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstly,I apologise for not updating my blog for a little while. With school and all,I got little time to update. Got to be honest here,my laziness overcome me. So,that's explains why I don't regularly update my bloggy like I used to. [oops.] Anyway,yknow the cute guy with hazelnut coloured eyes that loves to flips his hair and than shake it off. Ring a bell? I'm talking about &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JUSTIN BIEBER&lt;/span&gt;. Yes,hym. I don't care if you guys hate hym or whatnot. Obviously,you people jealous of his talent. *satisfaction smile* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the weekends,I catch his movie enititled: Never Say Never in 3D with Natasyiah,Feena&amp;amp;Sumirah. Gahhhhh...that movie was freaking awesome,I tell you! So,awesome that I'm watching it again with Pei qi,Hakheem and Fateha. Blame Bieber! :) Justin Bieber actually make me cried. No,really. His movie so touching and so inspiring that it makes the four of us cried. Haha! $14 was worth it. You people,go check out his movie! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5100992568786895053?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5100992568786895053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/biebernever-say-never-3d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5100992568786895053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5100992568786895053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/biebernever-say-never-3d.html' title='BIEBER:Never Say Never 3D'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zWOj-Nqhms/TawCR5TplFI/AAAAAAAAA-4/K7k88oLnows/s72-c/IMG_1329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5861379261254160606</id><published>2011-04-05T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:50:19.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>The best way to escape reality is by smiling eventhough it is obviously fake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lI5Fy2bn3bQ/TZq4-6Dik0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/yaYePlCDyiY/s1600/206545_1328112860078_1748668171_532665_4632153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591985278209397570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lI5Fy2bn3bQ/TZq4-6Dik0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/yaYePlCDyiY/s400/206545_1328112860078_1748668171_532665_4632153_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I say what I want to say and I do what I want to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;There's no in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;People will either love you or hate you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So last Sunday,I went shopping with Pei Qi. We went to Bugis to get my wallet than head off to 313 and the both of us find the clothes we want. I finally bought a printed tee that has a inspiriational quote on it^^ Pei qi bought a sweater and a dress. Hehe! Than we walked to Fareast to search for sandals. I got all the things I want! ^^ See? The benefits of saving your money. I finally found a way to save my money and works pretty well! Yay,me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/s: I didn't walk away from you. I didn't. You were the one who let me go. Can't you see,I'm still here after all the shits you put me through? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5861379261254160606?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5861379261254160606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-way-to-escape-reality-is-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5861379261254160606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5861379261254160606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-way-to-escape-reality-is-by.html' title='The best way to escape reality is by smiling eventhough it is obviously fake.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lI5Fy2bn3bQ/TZq4-6Dik0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/yaYePlCDyiY/s72-c/206545_1328112860078_1748668171_532665_4632153_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5083981014803805832</id><published>2011-03-21T16:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:00:41.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is why I always have a smile on my face.'/><title type='text'>The Reasons that I should have a smile plaster on my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LT6pDvGUc8/TYcOaFKbeDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Qq1vUSHJl3Q/s1600/amir%2521.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449704001697842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LT6pDvGUc8/TYcOaFKbeDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Qq1vUSHJl3Q/s400/amir%2521.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Abg Amir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always wish I have a big brother and now I got one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He willingly came down to school just to listen to my problems and remind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me that I'm strong. He constantly reminding me that he will always be there and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love me as a sister. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YFGWS87luw/TYcOZwvwObI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8nQobX8fNqc/s1600/family.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586449698521102770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_YFGWS87luw/TYcOZwvwObI/AAAAAAAAA-A/8nQobX8fNqc/s400/family.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I got a supportive family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a bummer that I don't have my cousins picture:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My family[cousins included] will always love me and accept me just the way I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how hard I am to to handle,no matter how stuborn I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They always support me to the fullest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfn9jxdpPRU/TYcNKLjz4FI/AAAAAAAAA94/esi8LG-j2-E/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448331329232978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfn9jxdpPRU/TYcNKLjz4FI/AAAAAAAAA94/esi8LG-j2-E/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifalagatsyanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got this five girls always by my side through thick and thin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They love me just the way I am and support me in everything I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They constantly remind me that they loves me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When times get hard,when I need someone to talk to,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I knew I can always count on them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvCklJW4VSs/TYcNKHHQ2GI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sHDD4URLZCI/s1600/sufiqah%2526sakinah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448330135754850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvCklJW4VSs/TYcNKHHQ2GI/AAAAAAAAA9w/sHDD4URLZCI/s400/sufiqah%2526sakinah.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sufiqa&amp;amp;Sakinah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This two girls never fail to make me laugh with all their craps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never fail to crack me up with their silly jokes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can count on them on everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448324591768610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfj1OCVnCCI/TYcNJydeVCI/AAAAAAAAA9o/leLTCT_ZXe4/s400/33626_1194305514978_1748668171_349003_23385_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;My Primary School Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of them are not in the picture:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhoo,each of us has go through seperate ways now and it's awesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;that same school or not,we still keep in touch and meet up whenever we are free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I slack with them,they never fail to crack me up and make me laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;so hard. All of us has grow up a lot and still,we're close. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j43SWgwB9Xs/TYcNJ1AZoMI/AAAAAAAAA9g/UUfJd_Pttbc/s1600/190043_1309831883065_1748668171_512311_5902869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448325275132098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j43SWgwB9Xs/TYcNJ1AZoMI/AAAAAAAAA9g/UUfJd_Pttbc/s400/190043_1309831883065_1748668171_512311_5902869_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feena&amp;amp;Zulaiha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I learn to strong mentally from them. They taught me to stand up when I fell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They pointed me my mistakes. In class,they the ones who listen to all my shit and craps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;They never fail to make me laugh so hard in class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they both supportive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQ0Ttq-xhi8/TYcNJlS4nSI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M2plTAPhd-0/s1600/sweet%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586448321057692962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eQ0Ttq-xhi8/TYcNJlS4nSI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M2plTAPhd-0/s400/sweet%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; netballers. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5083981014803805832?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5083981014803805832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/reasons-that-i-should-have-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5083981014803805832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5083981014803805832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/reasons-that-i-should-have-smile.html' title='The Reasons that I should have a smile plaster on my face'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LT6pDvGUc8/TYcOaFKbeDI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Qq1vUSHJl3Q/s72-c/amir%2521.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4453171414376108216</id><published>2011-03-18T13:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T13:31:05.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t take too long to mend this heart of mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got N-levels to worry about.'/><title type='text'>The mistakes we make,make us stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aStTlYzYBQU/TYLrpd8ODTI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pAjoMyuR8OE/s1600/wanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585285585537207602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aStTlYzYBQU/TYLrpd8ODTI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pAjoMyuR8OE/s400/wanie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the simplest things to stay happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is to let go all the things that is making you sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm grateful to have such a supportive circle of friends by my side. I finally learn to accpet that me and him just weren't bound to be together. Maybe this is the best for me? I don't know. There are lessons for me to learn. Through this heartbreak,I found out who my real friends are. Friends that actually care for me and wish me to cheer up soon. Friends that tried their very best to make me focus in class. Friends that bitch-slap me and try to wake me up. Don't worry,I recover soon and will came out stronger. I will. I will. I willl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time,mend my broken heart,please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4453171414376108216?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4453171414376108216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/mistakes-we-makemake-us-stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4453171414376108216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4453171414376108216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/mistakes-we-makemake-us-stronger.html' title='The mistakes we make,make us stronger.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aStTlYzYBQU/TYLrpd8ODTI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pAjoMyuR8OE/s72-c/wanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1669781518011987811</id><published>2011-03-16T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:25:57.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i can deal with this again.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I been through this before'/><title type='text'>Why does it always have to be this way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dF2hbqI8cak/TYBtYeHx5PI/AAAAAAAAA84/MW-RhrXFFP4/s1600/tumblr_lf8niyyhUT1qafc06o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584583805109396722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dF2hbqI8cak/TYBtYeHx5PI/AAAAAAAAA84/MW-RhrXFFP4/s400/tumblr_lf8niyyhUT1qafc06o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you fall,get back up again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let people know that you are down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because some people like seeing you fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All this time,I tried my best not to repeat my mistakes based on my past relationships. I'm always the stuborn girl who won't listen to people but you advised me not to let my stuborness control me and when I asked why,you can't handle me when I'm at my worst? You said no.You asked me to listen to you and I did. I listen,didn't i? So what went wrong? My love story ended. It ended just like that. No goodbyes were said just tears were shed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now,I sat on my bed and look outside my windows,thinking to myself what did I do wrong. I can't stop reminiscing about how we used to be. I have to find a way to move on with my life without him reminding me to eat,checking if everything's alright with me,hug me tight each time he send me home,held me close whenever I need comfort,tell me that everything's gonna be okay everytime I was upset over something,help me to control my anger each time a bitch stares at me.It's a battle I have been avoiding and now,I have to fight through it. It's hard and it will never be easy. But the people around me kept telling me that it's gonna be worth it. I constantly remind myself that all the things that are making me crying so hard are the things that will eventually make me a stronger person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think I will make it? I can't tell you that it's not gonna hurt and I can't tell you that I won't cry but I promise that things will get better soon for me and I will survive. I recover soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1669781518011987811?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1669781518011987811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-does-it-always-have-to-be-this-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1669781518011987811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1669781518011987811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-does-it-always-have-to-be-this-way.html' title='Why does it always have to be this way?'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dF2hbqI8cak/TYBtYeHx5PI/AAAAAAAAA84/MW-RhrXFFP4/s72-c/tumblr_lf8niyyhUT1qafc06o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4494942841536940103</id><published>2011-02-27T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:26:21.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love them all.'/><title type='text'>She says she doesn't care but her heart is screaming out a different story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AbCs3Q_Flg/TWok_wf7kbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/gRNJIOkK1a4/s1600/IMG_0225%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AbCs3Q_Flg/TWok_wf7kbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/gRNJIOkK1a4/s400/IMG_0225%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578311766220968370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Fatin Nabilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She turned 16 today! Teehee! Happy happy happy sweet sweet 16th Birthday,Fatin! Your present plus roses will be belated. So sorry! And,I'm so so sorry that I didn't make it to your surprise birthday visit. Got religion class,babe,my mama won't allowed me to skip it-.- Anyhoo,hope you had a great day today,I love you so so so much! I see you in school,my belo girlfriend of mine:) Happy birthday,once again! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eeivEBlzKs/TWob2Wd9YNI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LUu_i8R7ug0/s1600/IMG_0850%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eeivEBlzKs/TWob2Wd9YNI/AAAAAAAAA8o/LUu_i8R7ug0/s400/IMG_0850%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578301709009903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Giselle Dhaifina aka Ahgirl SheMonster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This awesome cute little friend of mine here has motivate me in so many ways. Never did it across my mind that me and her will be so close like how we are right now. You have no idea how much I change mentally thanks to her. She is the one who gave me strength when I had a emotionally breakdown,support me to the fullest,will be damn proud of me whenever I achieve something. She's truly a great friend. I appreciate every little and huge things you did for me,Feena. Your presence in my life meant so much to me^^  Continue to smile and laugh your heart out because you make me smile when you does that. Thank you for all those motivations. Last long with Ashroff and Happy 11 monthsary! Barneyy loves SheMonster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AcvfxP8v-8k/TWob2M9W6KI/AAAAAAAAA8g/6VGWfPHFMvg/s1600/IMG_0849%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AcvfxP8v-8k/TWob2M9W6KI/AAAAAAAAA8g/6VGWfPHFMvg/s400/IMG_0849%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578301706457245858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Siti Zulaiha R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This friend of mine here has go through a lot in life. She listen to all my shits and craps without even complaining. She's not the type of friend who will lie to you just to please you. If you wear something ugly,she will definitely say it to your face. When I'm down,she will be the one that whisper to me encouraging words just not to make me cry. She will be the one who will cheered you on,support you to the fullest,and will definitely be proud of you if you did something beyond your limit. She's a great friend of mine since Sec 1. I appreciate all the things you did for me. You inspire me and taught me how to be strong in your own way. Thank you,Zulaiha. Your presence in my life has definitely make a difference in my life. Barney love you,Siti^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDOjUXPVwbY/TWob17r2DUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8dvdNP8bCPQ/s1600/IMG_0857%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MDOjUXPVwbY/TWob17r2DUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8dvdNP8bCPQ/s400/IMG_0857%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578301701820386626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Fiqo Macheda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"A sign of a good and true friend is that they will tell you the truth no matter how hard it is to say because they know it will hurt you." You told me the truth even though you know it will kills me on the inside because you know that I deserve nothing but the truth. You taught me to be strong physically and mentally. 3 years plus of being best friend with you was awesome. There is ups and there is downs but whatever it is,we still forgive each other mistakes. You're an awesome best guy friend I ever had. You don't truly encourage me when comes to Netball matches but you still wishes me the best of luck. You helped me in so many ways and I can't thank you enough. Your friendship plus presence in my life has definitely change me. Thank you,Afiq for all those countless things you did for me. You're awesome(y).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4494942841536940103?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4494942841536940103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-says-she-doesnt-care-but-her-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4494942841536940103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4494942841536940103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-says-she-doesnt-care-but-her-heart.html' title='She says she doesn&apos;t care but her heart is screaming out a different story.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AbCs3Q_Flg/TWok_wf7kbI/AAAAAAAAA8w/gRNJIOkK1a4/s72-c/IMG_0225%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8115104528654639568</id><published>2011-01-30T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:58:35.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8 letters.'/><title type='text'>My life is not perfect but there is tons of perfect moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TUUHMHiVrqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/FRkx4LKp_c8/s1600/tumblr_lekx6vkJZf1qastsxo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TUUHMHiVrqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/FRkx4LKp_c8/s400/tumblr_lekx6vkJZf1qastsxo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567864419076386466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Someone who really loves you sees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;what a mess you can be,how moody you can get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;how hard are you to handle,but still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;wants you in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How's my life? Well,it's awesome! Guess what? I finally scored a high mark,okay not that high,but still its high for me,cause I never get such marks before on my maths test paper! Maths! My parents are proud of me. Now,I'm waiting for my physics test marks. Hope,this time,I pass too. ^^ Not gonna keep my hopes high. West-Zone is here. We won one of the matches. I screwed up on two matches.  -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;My love life? Things were great now. Actually,it is beyond great.I don't want a perfect relationship or fairytale relationship. I just someone who I can just be myself,who I can act silly with,who accept my flaws,treat me right and loves being with me. My life is better this time. Way better. But...I ate a lot nowadays. And just yesterday I went for my morning jog about 6 minutes! 6 minutes! It rain on me. Wah,I was damn dissapointed,I tell you. Ah,I miss running and sweat like hell! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line:Things go my way for now. For now. Let's just wait and see where my life take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8115104528654639568?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8115104528654639568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-not-perfect-but-there-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8115104528654639568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8115104528654639568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-life-is-not-perfect-but-there-is.html' title='My life is not perfect but there is tons of perfect moments.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TUUHMHiVrqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/FRkx4LKp_c8/s72-c/tumblr_lekx6vkJZf1qastsxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3217057782567848080</id><published>2011-01-13T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:42:06.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*inserts a million hearts*'/><title type='text'>One of the best things in life is seeing a smile on a persons face and knowing that you put it there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TS7FdcnqI7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/_IADZhv0rTQ/s1600/tumblr_l2mo3kVtPg1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TS7FdcnqI7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/_IADZhv0rTQ/s400/tumblr_l2mo3kVtPg1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561599699538551730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Someone will always catch you when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;and it won’t be who you  thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;The people that love you most might watch you fall, &lt;br /&gt;wait, and congratulate you when you find your own way back up.&lt;br /&gt; This  doesn’t mean they love you less.&lt;br /&gt;They just know you’re stronger than you  give yourself credit for.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally learn to let go of the past and learn to keep walking forward. I told myself to stay far far far away from this word called:love. Ahh,it works,at first. Yes,at first. What happened next? A guy that never fails to disturb me each time I walk passed his class change everything. Which guy I'm talking about? This guy name is Syafiq Johari. A kind of guy that will definitely put a smile on your face,make you feel comfortable to talk to. A kind of guy that will definitely listen to all your craps and your shit without even complaining. Like what Fatin taught me,learn from my past mistakes. And yes,I did learn my mistake. Slowly. I'm not that shy girl who just walk side by side and just kept my mouth shut anymore. *beamed* Now,it's a new story. And to everyone who wishes us to last long,thank you so much and I definitely appreciate it:)  11.1.11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3217057782567848080?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3217057782567848080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-best-things-in-life-is-seeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3217057782567848080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3217057782567848080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-best-things-in-life-is-seeing.html' title='One of the best things in life is seeing a smile on a persons face and knowing that you put it there.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TS7FdcnqI7I/AAAAAAAAA8E/_IADZhv0rTQ/s72-c/tumblr_l2mo3kVtPg1qzpe8uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1222989044157642985</id><published>2011-01-03T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:51:14.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you have definitely taught me a lot.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.I.P 2010'/><title type='text'>End of my story and it's time to write a new one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TSFZbDcEKVI/AAAAAAAAA78/eRYF-ks8bkw/s1600/IMG_0806%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TSFZbDcEKVI/AAAAAAAAA78/eRYF-ks8bkw/s400/IMG_0806%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557821736466262354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2011,A brand new year,a brand new beginning,&lt;br /&gt;a brand new story,a brand new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;2010,has been a great year for me. I met tons of new friends and still keep in contact with my awesome primary school friends. The time fly so fast. Its 2011 now . Ready or not,I have to face this year. My new year resolutions? Ah,I haven't jot it down. Oops. But my vision for this year is:I am unstoppable. And will definitely achieve all my goals. Just watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1222989044157642985?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1222989044157642985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-my-story-and-its-time-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1222989044157642985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1222989044157642985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-my-story-and-its-time-to-write.html' title='End of my story and it&apos;s time to write a new one.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TSFZbDcEKVI/AAAAAAAAA78/eRYF-ks8bkw/s72-c/IMG_0806%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7387906821745714189</id><published>2010-12-19T11:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T11:59:07.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life is not a fairytale and I don&apos;t  want it to be a fairytale'/><title type='text'>The future is a blank canvas, and we are the artists. We have the power to shape and create our own destiny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TQ14DJNxvpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/i7wkda25Vh0/s1600/156597_1241928345519_1748668171_414624_5302844_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TQ14DJNxvpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/i7wkda25Vh0/s400/156597_1241928345519_1748668171_414624_5302844_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552225911026335378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Life is like riding a bicycle,you need to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; forward to keep yourself from falling off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wanna be a little girl again. Each time I turn a year older,my parents will be so busy planning a birthday party for me. My mummy will be cooking in the kitchen and my daddy will be busy putting up decorations in the living room the day before my birthday. Than the next day,my mummy will wake me up and dressed me up with a cute polka dot dress. I wanna be a little girl again. Each time when I want something,I just have to cry my heart out and my daddy/mummy will bought it for me. I eat and sleep and never fail to drink my milk in that cute bottle everyday. When I walk and I fell and I got hurt,I cried and there will always be someone to wipe away those tears. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I'm 15. I'm growing up and I still can't accept the fact that I have to grow up and be independent. I have to start writing my own story. Go through some heartbreak and letting life knocks me down. I have to get up and wipe away those tears on my own. I have to find my own strength and get over those heartbreak moments. If I want anything,I need to work  my butt off . Expectations from my parents were unbelievable. But of course,as a first child,I have higher responsibilities. But there's one thing that remains the same,my parents believe in me and never stop believing in me,they always see the potential in me and never fail to help me reach it,they always want the best for me,taught me how to be more patient in life,taught me that we don't always get what we want. And they will never stop loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,when life knocks you down,just get back up. Don't be afraid to climb high and when you fall,remember that you did your best. And that's all that matter. And if you try your very best to look perfect or be perfect,don't. This life,itself have their own imperfections. Nobody's perfect. You may see a girl has a pretty face and it looks like she has a perfect life but you have no idea what she's been through in life. Those imperfections in you,is what makes you unique. Perfect is boring. And if you are going through heartbreak,remember that one day,you will find the right one,just not now. Now,everytime you walk,held your head high. Life is full of beauty,start noticing it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7387906821745714189?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7387906821745714189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/future-is-blank-canvas-and-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7387906821745714189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7387906821745714189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/future-is-blank-canvas-and-we-are.html' title='The future is a blank canvas, and we are the artists. We have the power to shape and create our own destiny.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TQ14DJNxvpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/i7wkda25Vh0/s72-c/156597_1241928345519_1748668171_414624_5302844_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5691903696734279326</id><published>2010-12-07T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:19:30.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;re just not worth my tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy.'/><title type='text'>I will find my prince one day,just not today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TP3tYeVWEPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/T25G8TnQ53E/s1600/tumblr_l2vxla94Jm1qbgqelo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TP3tYeVWEPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/T25G8TnQ53E/s400/tumblr_l2vxla94Jm1qbgqelo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547851320705552626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;" class="quote long"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      “There comes a time in life&lt;br /&gt;when you have to let go of all the  pointless drama&lt;br /&gt;and the people who create it,&lt;br /&gt;and surround yourself  with people who make you laugh so hard&lt;br /&gt;that you forget the bad and focus on the good.&lt;br /&gt;After all, life is too short to be anything but  happy.”     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5691903696734279326?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5691903696734279326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-find-my-prince-one-dayjust-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5691903696734279326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5691903696734279326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will-find-my-prince-one-dayjust-not.html' title='I will find my prince one day,just not today.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TP3tYeVWEPI/AAAAAAAAA7o/T25G8TnQ53E/s72-c/tumblr_l2vxla94Jm1qbgqelo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-2669626133330789748</id><published>2010-11-29T11:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:37:39.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Building bonds and breaking barriers'/><title type='text'>It's amazing that between this five days we had together can leave such a big impact on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMpcNMsE4I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-3Z9963i4zE/s1600/76708_106475029424566_100001862093435_51166_318498_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMpcNMsE4I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-3Z9963i4zE/s400/76708_106475029424566_100001862093435_51166_318498_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544821130779169666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Group 1&amp;amp;2 are the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMpb68ReSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/VwdVwZdaq3I/s1600/155824_481885876088_624211088_5816226_3658563_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMpb68ReSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/VwdVwZdaq3I/s400/155824_481885876088_624211088_5816226_3658563_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544821125878479138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMo0PkB0rI/AAAAAAAAA64/JQGQw6byte8/s1600/154105_481886311088_624211088_5816234_2124114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMo0PkB0rI/AAAAAAAAA64/JQGQw6byte8/s400/154105_481886311088_624211088_5816234_2124114_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544820444219167410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoz8BcUKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/WzkEHr3zxz8/s1600/154768_481886091088_624211088_5816229_496705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoz8BcUKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/WzkEHr3zxz8/s400/154768_481886091088_624211088_5816229_496705_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544820438973829282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah,this two cute guys^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoLt40DxI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5LmFd7JuA6Y/s1600/155280_481885971088_624211088_5816227_643057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoLt40DxI/AAAAAAAAA6o/5LmFd7JuA6Y/s400/155280_481885971088_624211088_5816227_643057_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544819747984772882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoLb-OoeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wt5Q4D3--j8/s1600/154707_106475659424503_100001862093435_51174_6224774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoLb-OoeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/wt5Q4D3--j8/s400/154707_106475659424503_100001862093435_51174_6224774_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544819743175647714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Group 1 rounds up to AWESOME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoLB2xtiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_lfJBqUWQ_0/s1600/154811_1679842363587_1463371777_1681006_5239130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoLB2xtiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_lfJBqUWQ_0/s400/154811_1679842363587_1463371777_1681006_5239130_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544819736165070370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The mascot challenge. Cute right our mascot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoKVFwH2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/C1gYas6BXcE/s1600/148633_106476452757757_100001862093435_51186_7239261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoKVFwH2I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/C1gYas6BXcE/s400/148633_106476452757757_100001862093435_51186_7239261_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544819724148285282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoKKcR9XI/AAAAAAAAA6I/LfNPfDP8F94/s1600/75823_1679837403463_1463371777_1680990_4943553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMoKKcR9XI/AAAAAAAAA6I/LfNPfDP8F94/s400/75823_1679837403463_1463371777_1680990_4943553_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544819721289987442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Meet Jonathan. Our 'muscular' instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlSzfLdLI/AAAAAAAAA54/6oO-_57I_vw/s1600/154182_481885711088_624211088_5816222_5214157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlSzfLdLI/AAAAAAAAA54/6oO-_57I_vw/s400/154182_481885711088_624211088_5816222_5214157_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544816571212068018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlR7MMGgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Tuu_IaD7Yjk/s1600/148370_106477496090986_100001862093435_51203_2323242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlR7MMGgI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Tuu_IaD7Yjk/s400/148370_106477496090986_100001862093435_51203_2323242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544816556100033026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlR5X9O0I/AAAAAAAAA5o/wd0FWnJgCGM/s1600/75801_106475309424538_100001862093435_51169_5192934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlR5X9O0I/AAAAAAAAA5o/wd0FWnJgCGM/s400/75801_106475309424538_100001862093435_51169_5192934_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544816555612519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlRIDYLKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/f7V2HNrxqdw/s1600/75737_106476546091081_100001862093435_51188_6153604_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMlRIDYLKI/AAAAAAAAA5g/f7V2HNrxqdw/s400/75737_106476546091081_100001862093435_51188_6153604_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544816542372867234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Our last time dancing together[group 1&amp;amp;2]:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;The first day,all of us were strangers. Trying to introduce ourselves to each other. Trying to remember 5 things about each other. The second day,we clicked straight away and had no problems goofing around with each other. The City tour and Night tour was a blast. Where group 1 and 2 spend more quality time together. Marina Barrage. The place where the 14 of us[including instructor] sat down and had dinner together. Just like a family. We bonded more than I can imagine. Yknow me,I can laugh for an hour non-stop and there,I met Ben and Jeff. The two clowns who never fail to make me laugh my lungs out. The third day,we were supposed to go for a heritage race. But was held back due to bad weather. But still,we make the best of the free time. By practicing our campfire item. Than we soon realise that group 1&amp;amp;2 have to  perform together. At that point of time,some of the group 1 were pissed off cause the plan that we created so hard was demolished. But,the feeling of anger gone as we created a new plan. A better plan. A combination of Indonesia dance and Hip Hop. The forth day,the campfire. Ah,the campfire was so different than all the campfire I attend to. The atmosphere was so hype up. All the songs that were blasting through the speaker,we sangs our lungs out. Than when the song:I gotta feeling played through the speaker,all of us in the hall,get up and danced as if we're on a club. It doesn't matter who's beside us,in front of us. We just dance and had a blast. After all the group performance,school performance,Nining performing Balinese dance and Dona performing Malay dance,the Indonesian performed some dance than afterwards,another song blasting through the speakers and the Indonesian grab our hands and forced us to dance with them. Than tadaa,we dance like we're in the club again. ^^ After the campfire,Group 1 sat down and reflects about the camp. Dona sang us a song called Jetplane. It was sad,i told ya! I cried but not that bad ah. Than the Indonesian[Bintang,Faizal,Agatha,Nining,Dona and Fina] give us some souvenir from their hometown.Than the girls head back to our Bunk 13 that we shared with the Group 2 girls. It was midnight,and usually majority of us will fall asleep. But that particular night. We didn't. My Indonesian girls were gossiping and since I understand and know how to speak Indonesia Language,I join in their conversation. ^^ The Bunk 13. Is where we spilled our secrets and talk about cute guys from both countries,we shared our stories,take lots of pictures,making nuisance,dancing around,laughed our lungs out,whining,eating junk food and many more. All of us,cherished the last night we had together. The fifth day,we packed our bags and brought it down,taking out bedsheets and area cleaning. I said goodbye to my awesome bed. Closing Ceremony. Where both flags,Indonesia and Singapore flags that were hanging there at the pole withing this five days were brought down. It was sign to show that this camp is officially over:( It was sad as all of us don't want this camp to end. After the closing ceremony,we had lunch. After lunch,straight away,we hug each other and cried our lungs out. Even Bima and Didit cried. Aww... I handshake with Faizal,Bima,Didit and Rhiza. I high-five with Yan Xiang,Jeffrey,Ben and Bintang. I swear the canteen were filled with people crying and hugging. Saying goodbye was never easy for me. But like what Bima taught me: The hardest part of saying hello is to realise that at the end,we have to say goodbye. :( Jun Wern taught me that:Fate has brought us together,I'm sure fate will bring us together again.. This camp is officially top off my OBS'2010 camp. :p I'm missing my Indonesian friends already:( I love you people^^ and I promise,I won't forget you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-2669626133330789748?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2669626133330789748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-amazing-that-between-this-five-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2669626133330789748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2669626133330789748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-amazing-that-between-this-five-days.html' title='It&apos;s amazing that between this five days we had together can leave such a big impact on me.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TPMpcNMsE4I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/-3Z9963i4zE/s72-c/76708_106475029424566_100001862093435_51166_318498_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7374152523253377546</id><published>2010-11-21T10:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:00:53.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='au revoir'/><title type='text'>ne me manquez trop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TOiFCko8raI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OkCtqOFFxDE/s1600/love%2Bher%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bmax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TOiFCko8raI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OkCtqOFFxDE/s400/love%2Bher%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bmax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541825620721053090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Gatria&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She cares like a mom,scolds like a dad,&lt;br /&gt;teases like a sister,irritates like a brother and&lt;br /&gt;loves more than a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ah,this girl is flying back to Indonesia. Which means,every week,I'm gonna run alone. No one is gonna run by my side and talk all about exercise and diets and pinned down a plan,that only works for a few days. May you have a safe journey and have a blast at Indonesia. ^^ Don't miss me too much,babe. Love you to the maximum:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TOiFCQhWYbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FwXMJWS-XOM/s1600/Fifalagatsyanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TOiFCQhWYbI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/FwXMJWS-XOM/s400/Fifalagatsyanie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541825615320474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Life has many doors,you just need to find the right key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to fit the right lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;221110-261110&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm gonna be gone for 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;So,this blog,my facebok,my twitter,my formspring will be dead. DEAD! haha! I got this friendship camp to attend to. So,I'm gonna miss 2 of my netball trainings,cannot watch my favorite tv shows,cannot run in the morning,cannot cardio,cannot sleep in my comfy bed,cannot pamper myself-.-. Haish! Sad life!  On the bright side: I'm gonna burn calories,during the camp! And i won't get to eat much^^ I like! I hope,I won't get any darker because of this camp. And I wish,wish,wish,wish,we're gonna do trekking during this camp! Don't miss me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps:After I get back from camp,I'm gonna slack with my Jwps mates^^ I love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7374152523253377546?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7374152523253377546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/ne-me-manquez-trop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7374152523253377546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7374152523253377546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/ne-me-manquez-trop.html' title='ne me manquez trop'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TOiFCko8raI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OkCtqOFFxDE/s72-c/love%2Bher%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bmax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3702889808343014852</id><published>2010-11-11T13:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:15:25.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t blame you for changing.'/><title type='text'>Mistakes is for you to learn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TNt9oBuIJlI/AAAAAAAAA44/f4jHhaSlmiE/s1600/tumblr_lbk12br96G1qcea8jo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TNt9oBuIJlI/AAAAAAAAA44/f4jHhaSlmiE/s400/tumblr_lbk12br96G1qcea8jo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538158293392303698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Everyone change. No one stays the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Either is positive or negative change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it's up for us to judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't care when people said shit about me. I learned that from all the encouragements I received from my wonderful,loveliest,awesomest friends. I stop my super bad habit,as I learned that it is no help at all. The pain is still there and my problems is not solved. Thanks to Arif and my loveliest girlfriends for making me realise that.All the confiscation you guys did was worth it. I no longer the lazy bum,fatso girl who really hates running,who don't care about how she look,who loves to eat fast food that she ate it every week. Now,I'm the girl who wakes up in the morning,grab my sport shoes and my mp4 and hit the tracks,care about her diet that she only eat fast food,once every 2 weeks. I will never found out that I loves running,if I never join Netball. I underestimate myself. I never believe in myself. That when a workshops that the school's organize called:Adam Khoo came and change the prospective of myself. I'm not perfect and will never be. But those imperfections is what makes me,unique. I bet you can never found a girl that looks like me in this world. I make mistakes. I used to cried and whine about it. But than,I learned that mistakes is for me to learn and not to repeat it again. When things gets too tough for me to handle ,I gave up and whine about it to Allah. Asking Him why He gave me all this obstacles for me to overcome. Than,I learned form my Uztaz that the reason Allah gave us all this test is because we ask for it. I always ask Allah,to make me become a stronger person. And there it is,He gave all those challenges. And if I accept those challenges that He gave me,I became a stronger person. But I always remember: Allah will not put us beyond the limits of human trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom line:I admit,I changed too,just like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3702889808343014852?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3702889808343014852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/mistakes-is-for-you-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3702889808343014852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3702889808343014852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/mistakes-is-for-you-to-learn.html' title='Mistakes is for you to learn.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TNt9oBuIJlI/AAAAAAAAA44/f4jHhaSlmiE/s72-c/tumblr_lbk12br96G1qcea8jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-6012088852102923965</id><published>2010-11-07T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:34:02.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo que será'/><title type='text'>Things will get better soon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TNaonoRW5SI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tySL5S_WSP4/s1600/IMG_0167%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TNaonoRW5SI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tySL5S_WSP4/s320/IMG_0167%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536798190677189922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanie,when you're having a bad day,lock yourself in your room,thinking that it's suck when things didn't go your way,think again. There's someone out there is facing a bigger problem compare to you. So,just shut up,Wanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-6012088852102923965?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6012088852102923965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-will-get-better-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6012088852102923965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6012088852102923965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-will-get-better-soon.html' title='Things will get better soon.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TNaonoRW5SI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tySL5S_WSP4/s72-c/IMG_0167%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7204785556516252427</id><published>2010-10-31T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:12:14.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='será'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo que será'/><title type='text'>I'm not afraid to fall down. The world looks a different place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TM0R7BPq26I/AAAAAAAAA4g/A840KFkHVCo/s1600/tumblr_l3oz3fWFSW1qb6pnco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TM0R7BPq26I/AAAAAAAAA4g/A840KFkHVCo/s400/tumblr_l3oz3fWFSW1qb6pnco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534099222752320418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How do I end up in the same old place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;faced again with the same mistakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so stubborn thinkin I know what is right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but life proves me wrong everytime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;takin roads that lead me to nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You make me laugh and smile just by talking shit with me,you never fail to apologize whenever you upset me despite the fact that we always fight over little things. Ego. Yeah,that's the reason why we keep fighting. But in the end,we're okay again. Than I realise,that you tend to be too much sometimes. You keep telling me that it was just a joke. Fuck that shit! For you is a joke,but for those who you hurt,is not. There's a line that either you forget to draw or you crossed it. And when I commented on your behavior,you can't accept it. So,tell me what to do? Leave you alone or be patient with you? Why do we always fight? Is it me who always behave in a childlike manner or is it you who is so egoistic? Whatever it is,I won't let you upset me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; I smile,isn't that what I promise myself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ps:Bike-riding with my loveliest girlfriends was awesome! Eventhough we didn't get to cycle much due to bad weather. It's okay,we still make the best of the outing:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7204785556516252427?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7204785556516252427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-not-afraid-to-fall-down-world-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7204785556516252427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7204785556516252427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-not-afraid-to-fall-down-world-looks.html' title='I&apos;m not afraid to fall down. The world looks a different place.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TM0R7BPq26I/AAAAAAAAA4g/A840KFkHVCo/s72-c/tumblr_l3oz3fWFSW1qb6pnco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-6465541866566451865</id><published>2010-10-29T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:09:40.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye is not forever.'/><title type='text'>How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TMprhVGg3vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q-Uj-mUcXaA/s1600/3n2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TMprhVGg3vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q-Uj-mUcXaA/s400/3n2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533353312522395378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TMprhPuLpnI/AAAAAAAAA4I/aXkHZTChr-k/s1600/awesome%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TMprhPuLpnI/AAAAAAAAA4I/aXkHZTChr-k/s400/awesome%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533353311078164082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's good in goodbye? I hate saying goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of school is a bittersweet. It's a mixture of emotion. Yes,yes. I cried so hard that Hannah stared at me[Haha!] Going around,and give all the Sugars and Spices hugs. I guess its true:Time flies when you're having fun. Lot's of dramas happened this year and at the same time there's moment that you will definitely capture it and cherish it. 3N2'10 is an awesome class despite all the fights and troubles we had. N2=enthusiastic. I love this class. We're one,like a family. Now that holidays strikes,lists of things that I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;List of things to do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hardcore exercise starts this week.&lt;br /&gt;-Make the stadium my 2nd home.&lt;br /&gt;-Must attend Music school every week,no skipping.&lt;br /&gt;-Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;-Reduce rice intake.&lt;br /&gt;-Fast food once,2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;-BBQ with OBS Mates.&lt;br /&gt;-Bike-riding with my awesome and prettiest girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;-BBQ with my AWESOME Classmates.&lt;br /&gt;-Slacking with my JWPS members:D&lt;br /&gt;-Sentosa with my JWPS mates.&lt;br /&gt;-Read more books.&lt;br /&gt;-When december strikes,revise maths-.-&lt;br /&gt;-Complete SS hmwk-.-&lt;br /&gt;-Sleepover at Grandmama house.&lt;br /&gt;-Go Netball trainings.&lt;br /&gt;-Camps&lt;br /&gt;-Trim my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Random:I miss my wacky and cheerful partner[Sumirah] and my lovely,bubbly friend[Feena]!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-6465541866566451865?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6465541866566451865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lucky-i-am-to-have-something-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6465541866566451865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6465541866566451865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-lucky-i-am-to-have-something-that.html' title='How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TMprhVGg3vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q-Uj-mUcXaA/s72-c/3n2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1085158743307862580</id><published>2010-10-19T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:07:17.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Au revoir pour I&apos;instant'/><title type='text'>Keepin it alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o5tKXZuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/D0rKAR4XoPE/s1600/36060_1194306154994_1748668171_349007_2868926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o5tKXZuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/D0rKAR4XoPE/s400/36060_1194306154994_1748668171_349007_2868926_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529691258065741538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o5dyGY6I/AAAAAAAAA34/ujn4NxWQeHs/s1600/68088_1410032652952_1296543002_30942385_7343999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o5dyGY6I/AAAAAAAAA34/ujn4NxWQeHs/s400/68088_1410032652952_1296543002_30942385_7343999_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529691253937431458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o4z34y9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/3HXhiHeNLLc/s1600/45083_1369905929809_1296543002_30860728_5175998_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o4z34y9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/3HXhiHeNLLc/s400/45083_1369905929809_1296543002_30860728_5175998_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529691242687417298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o4uohu0I/AAAAAAAAA3o/KnkMts7Spy8/s1600/46766_1376671938955_1296543002_30876629_5004289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o4uohu0I/AAAAAAAAA3o/KnkMts7Spy8/s400/46766_1376671938955_1296543002_30876629_5004289_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529691241280813890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bonjour awesome people! Sorry for keeping this blog dead for 1 month and 2 days.[hehe!] Where got time to update my blog when exam is around the corner and burning the midnight oil just to memorize all those words? Hari Raya 2010 was awesome! Why? Because this year,I raya with my JWPS Mates! :) Shits happened within this 1 month. My new phone,C6 is officially dead and right now I'm stuck with a budget phone-.- [nvm,as long can message and call]. But I got good news! I MOVED ON! Yes,yes! I'm not gonna talk about my shit love story here at my blog[for now]. I'm taking break from love and spend more time for myself. I'm gonna make the stadium my 2nd home and my the Gym my 3rd home. I can't believe I'm saying this:I'm gonna reduce my rice-intake. But my mummy is not being supportive,she keeps cooking delicious food-.- After exams,I've been spending my time with my JWPS Mates. I like! Get to bond-bond with them :) OK,now I done what I'm supposed to do. Goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1085158743307862580?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1085158743307862580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/keepin-it-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1085158743307862580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1085158743307862580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/keepin-it-alive.html' title='Keepin it alive.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TL1o5tKXZuI/AAAAAAAAA4A/D0rKAR4XoPE/s72-c/36060_1194306154994_1748668171_349007_2868926_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3930196780735984373</id><published>2010-08-17T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:06:56.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A new road.'/><title type='text'>Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TGo4HAkxyAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cVhZPJQsMMQ/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TGo4HAkxyAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cVhZPJQsMMQ/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506275187478349826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; you can't  go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and  heartaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Letting go has never been easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; but holding on can be as difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yet  strength is measured not by holding on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; but by letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens. But often times we  look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been  opened for us. Right now,I'm no longer look at the door that has been closing for a long time. Right now,I'm walking towards the open door of happiness. It took me a long time to realise that there's another door waiting for me to enter. I have finally learned to let go. Let go of the past. It's hard,and I never said it's easy. But if you surround yourself with friends that can lift you higher instead of bringing you down,it will make things easier for you. But,you need to believe in yourself,in order for you to have a pair of brand new eyes. To see things that you never knew it existed before. I regret for not realising how great my life is. The options I chose may turn my world upside down,but  hey,it's the best for me. Uztaz told me:If I can't accept this,how am I gonna accept fate? So,I learned to accept this. Like what Uztaz said:If we are not meant to be together,there's no power on this earth that will make us together,but if we are meant to be together,there's no power on this earth that will separate us. There will be a guy who's gonna be better than him but equal to me. I will wait for that guy. Right now,forget about relationships and focus on my studies,religion[agama] and life. Thank you,boy,I learned so much from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3930196780735984373?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3930196780735984373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-heals-griefs-and-quarrels-for-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3930196780735984373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3930196780735984373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-heals-griefs-and-quarrels-for-we.html' title='Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TGo4HAkxyAI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/cVhZPJQsMMQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7235493366245737177</id><published>2010-08-08T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:17:03.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the purple dinosaur say sorry for missing too long.'/><title type='text'>Bowling with 3NA mates&amp;The last Airbender with OBS mates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TF43ZRYkUFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RsKniOxQ6P4/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TF43ZRYkUFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RsKniOxQ6P4/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502896701996027986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TF43ZD6nuWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sn-mP8sQ2gI/s1600/pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TF43ZD6nuWI/AAAAAAAAA3I/sn-mP8sQ2gI/s400/pa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502896698380761442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other.&lt;br /&gt;When  one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Last Friday,my school celebrates Singapore Birthday,and the atmosphere was really hyper. Haha! I play soccer too. Team up with Hannah,Feena&amp;amp;Amirah. I managed to score 2 goals. Wee~ In the end,the champion was 3N1 and 3N2 got second place:D After celebration,we ate Long John Silver for lunch than I head to home to bath and change. Afterwards I head to JE Interchange to meet some of my 3NA mates. Than we took bus 105 to Cheveron to play bowling.The same lane with me was Afifah,Nurin&amp;amp;Trisha.I don't know how to play,I just take the balls and tadaa! I got 1 point only-.- Than Maii taught me how to play. So from last position,I got 2nd place. Haha! After bowling,some of us go downstairs,head to playground and slack/jam. Than around 6 plus I head to guitar lesson. Overall:It was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday,070810,I catch The Last Airbender 3D with OBS Mates. Quite dissapointed. The outing supposed to be 20 over people to turn up but in the end,only 7 turned up-.- But nvm,we still had fun. The one who turned up was Hafiz,Fahad,Sparrow,Maii,Amirah,Pei Qi and me. We supposed to picnic&amp;amp;swimming at Sentosa but in the end,we change plans. We decided to catch The last airbender. It was awesome! But that's only part 1. Look forward to book 2. I got lots of movies to catch. Have u guys heard about the street dance movie? I don't know whether I should watch it or not. Hmm........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7235493366245737177?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7235493366245737177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/bowling-with-3na-mates-last-airbender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7235493366245737177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7235493366245737177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/bowling-with-3na-mates-last-airbender.html' title='Bowling with 3NA mates&amp;The last Airbender with OBS mates'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TF43ZRYkUFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/RsKniOxQ6P4/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-2293552008923411291</id><published>2010-07-20T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:54:47.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters for me.'/><title type='text'>Like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals.But the scar, that scar will remain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEVgXeUNiEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uHgI7UhtRyU/s1600/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEVgXeUNiEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uHgI7UhtRyU/s400/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495904876666652738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="quote long"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“Your biggest challenge isn’t someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It’s the ache in your  lungs,&lt;br /&gt;the burning in your legs,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; and the&lt;br /&gt;voice inside you that yells  “can’t”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But you don’t listen.You push harder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you hear the voice that  whispers “can”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And you discover that the person&lt;br /&gt;you thought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; you were is  no match for the one you really are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey people! I'm  gonna write a letter for myself,here in this,post. Hope you don't mind. To Amirul&amp;amp;Khairul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;thanks a billion for what you guys told me. I feel better after chatting with you both. Thanks,once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Wanie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do realise that the only person that can heal your wounds is yourself. Only you. Not anyone else. Not even time can heal it. So if you're waiting for someone "special" to come into your world,to fill in your heart,heal your wounds,than you're stupid. No one understand you better than yourself. You know what's your strength and your own weaknesses. No one can make you happy than yourself. You got the choice. Either you wanna be happy or not.You are a strong girl. You go through this once before and I'm sure you can battle through this again. Do things that can make you forget the past and MOVE ON. Live your life to the fullest. Life's is too short to regret. People make mistakes. No one is perfect in this extraordinary world. Rebuild wall that has once destroyed. Smile like you never smile before. Laugh like one mad woman. Run like you never run before. Fly higher than high. Go,Wanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah,I feel so much better:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-2293552008923411291?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2293552008923411291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-knife-that-cuts-you-wound-healsbut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2293552008923411291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2293552008923411291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-knife-that-cuts-you-wound-healsbut.html' title='Like a knife that cuts you, the wound heals.But the scar, that scar will remain'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEVgXeUNiEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/uHgI7UhtRyU/s72-c/tumblr_l0ncwaZaDb1qa2txho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4719381963439917287</id><published>2010-07-17T20:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:24:54.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updated.'/><title type='text'>Back to my world,I cry out a solemn song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGsU9AILSI/AAAAAAAAA24/QUgwWWKbFSY/s1600/tumblr_l3hbw6Dw0l1qafscyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGsU9AILSI/AAAAAAAAA24/QUgwWWKbFSY/s400/tumblr_l3hbw6Dw0l1qafscyo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494862496341175586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"The only thing that heal a broken heart is time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, i disagree. i don’t believe that time heals all wounds.  what i believe, is that only one can heal oneself. time is not the  healer. you are the healer. and the people around you, encouraging you -  we are the helpers. we support you, we comfort you, we do everything we  can for you. but it all boils down to the fact that only you can bring  about your own happiness by picking yourself up from where you’ve  fallen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;time is just a factor. sure, with time, the pain will fade, but it is  still there, and it will always be there, lingering. do you really  think that when you are heartbroken, time will mend your heart, slowly  but surely? no, no, nothing will change, unless you help yourself. after  all, you cannot forget what you don’t want to forget. the only thing  that can heal a broken heart? Is yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Goodbye,love life. My world is so much better without you. Wake up this morning,writing a new chapter of my life,this time around,your name or anything about you won't appear on any of this pages of my new chapter. When I asked you,you told me you don't have the answers to my question. You lied. All this time you have the answers to my question! You let me wait for nothing! Why is it so hard for you to talk your heart out? You don't have the heart to hurt me? Pfft. You're already hurting me just by leaving me hanging.You're a coward.I hate you for not having the guts to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGlni5p8SI/AAAAAAAAA2o/qGJrsZPkSkA/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGlni5p8SI/AAAAAAAAA2o/qGJrsZPkSkA/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494855119170826530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jamming sessions with those two*point above* make my day. The three of us head to Chinese Garden to jam . Syaf is the tutor for the day. Hannah and me compose a song.  Hannah wrote the lyrics and I play the guitar. Here:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Green pastures of this quiet garden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make out a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Outside in our ow worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Deep in thoughts of a certain someone&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought and realised how we could not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;get that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even our doors were been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did not have the keys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to the answers of our heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we are broken[x4] inside.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw our head backs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what a silly song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but deep back to our worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;we cry out a solemn song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGk3F5p_KI/AAAAAAAAA2g/KCnWiqb4rkM/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGk3F5p_KI/AAAAAAAAA2g/KCnWiqb4rkM/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494854286752480418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ah,the photoscape make the picture quality low:( Nvm. I hit the gym with Zulaiha&amp;amp; Fateha last friday. I run 2 times on the treadmill and I didn't know I be able to do that. All thanks to Zulaiha! Fateha was cracking us up,as per usual. And the three of us enjoy the gym sessions:) I lost 3kg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfgyScasI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8dBB5-y6Kzk/s1600/34282_1486122508573_1099213047_1426196_6925531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfgyScasI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8dBB5-y6Kzk/s400/34282_1486122508573_1099213047_1426196_6925531_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494848405972478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfPKJ1oGI/AAAAAAAAA14/bdjE3AHhLik/s1600/35418_1486120308518_1099213047_1426191_2741598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfPKJ1oGI/AAAAAAAAA14/bdjE3AHhLik/s400/35418_1486120308518_1099213047_1426191_2741598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494848103141187682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfO50BYUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pFvy8V8A7KQ/s1600/36979_1486121828556_1099213047_1426195_6024802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfO50BYUI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pFvy8V8A7KQ/s400/36979_1486121828556_1099213047_1426195_6024802_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494848098754715970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfOW5JAHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Hd_PJ_c4NPY/s1600/36399_1486121468547_1099213047_1426194_2498613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGfOW5JAHI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Hd_PJ_c4NPY/s400/36399_1486121468547_1099213047_1426194_2498613_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494848089380946034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;090710&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Warning:This gonna be the longest post. [so long never update mahh..]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had an awesome-est birthday this year! My two childhood friends,Sakinah&amp;amp;Sufiqa surprise me with a medium/small birthday cake and bought me awesome stuff! Thank you! Gatria&amp;amp;Pipe bought me a cake.[aww..]  Netballers sabo-ed me with water and Sharizan sabo-ed me with cake! On the bright side,it's better than flour. Haha! Mummy bought me a cake. Daddy said he will buy me the things I want aside from an acoustic guitar-.-  Overall:I'm official 15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4719381963439917287?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4719381963439917287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-my-worldi-cry-out-solemn-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4719381963439917287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4719381963439917287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-my-worldi-cry-out-solemn-song.html' title='Back to my world,I cry out a solemn song'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TEGsU9AILSI/AAAAAAAAA24/QUgwWWKbFSY/s72-c/tumblr_l3hbw6Dw0l1qafscyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3518998504143700078</id><published>2010-07-04T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:08:26.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiqin.'/><title type='text'>Shiqin&amp;Cross Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TDAmGX8FYWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kbhDxt437Ns/s1600/ashiqin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TDAmGX8FYWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kbhDxt437Ns/s400/ashiqin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489929836711731554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sweet 16 is a high point in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When your future really starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Your  personality is so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Your love is in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The road to  your future looks sunny and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You have many exciting choices  coming shortly ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You will always have us here by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We  all wish you the very best in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;May the steps you take be filled  with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And your future lie untold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;With happiness  and mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So   enjoy it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I didn't make this poem. But this poem is specially dedicated to you,Shiqin! You're an awesome senior! You will always be there for your juniors,to guide them,correct their mistake,teach them and clear their doubts. Happy Birthday,Sarap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TDAmG7qPbCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/_UUIcZ-72hs/s1600/girl_running_past.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TDAmG7qPbCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/_UUIcZ-72hs/s400/girl_running_past.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489929846300568610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt; I skipped my religion class today as I have no energy to do so.Who wouldn't be tired when you had cross country on Friday and had to stay up late to bake 2 brownies for "kenduri" and "kenduri"and helping out on Saturday till you're home around 11.30pm. And the next day,you have to wake up early to go off to religion class? I don't have the energy to do so.I have been sleeping super late lately. No,I didn't stay up to watch world cup-.-. But I really have problem sleeping early.So yesterday,reached home from 'kenduri',I changed and sleep! And I wake up at 11am. I sleep for solid 11 hours! Oh! First time,I wake up this late! Haha! Told you I'm tired! Oh yeah,Cross-country was awesome! I won a trophy. I represent 3N2 on the competitive run. And I get 6th place! Wee~ Top 10 once again! Haha! After running,I had a little chat with Wan. He recalled the past. Here,I translate*points down*&lt;br /&gt;Wan:Tired,Wani?*Smiling mischievously*&lt;br /&gt;Wani:*Smiled back*&lt;br /&gt;Wan:Last time,you're the most lazy one when comes to running right? Always whining. What position?&lt;br /&gt;Wanie:6th*grinning like a dork*&lt;br /&gt;Wan:Huh? 6th? Really? 6th? Woah...you've changed!&lt;br /&gt;Wani:Changed? Good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;Wan:*smiled*&lt;br /&gt;And I walked away. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I won an award. Hehe! I'm so proud of myself.Well done,you! And thanks Daddy and Mommy for supporting me! Love you to the maximum of the maximum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3518998504143700078?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3518998504143700078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/shiqin-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3518998504143700078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3518998504143700078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/shiqin-country.html' title='Shiqin&amp;Cross Country'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TDAmGX8FYWI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/kbhDxt437Ns/s72-c/ashiqin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9114753047597970277</id><published>2010-07-01T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:25:22.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julyyyyyy'/><title type='text'>Julyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCyUHnALwxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/lEC4KHxlqTo/s1600/tumblr_l1ol4cHwQF1qb1jlmo1_r2_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCyUHnALwxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/lEC4KHxlqTo/s400/tumblr_l1ol4cHwQF1qb1jlmo1_r2_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488924904307540754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Promise  yourself to be strong that nothing can disturb your peace of  mind. Look  at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come  true.  Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only  the  best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater   achievements of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*clap hands,cheerfully* Wee! It's July! Awesome month! Not because of my birthday,but I knew great things will happen this month. Great things. Awkward things. Weird things. Blur things. Etc..My birthday is 8 days away!! *smiled like a dork.* My guitar is finally tune. I have been lazy to tune it. Yeah,lazy. Lazy equal to no running for 4 days straight. Than yesterday training,I swear Coach was like punishing us[the sec 3's seniors]. Hmph! Nvm! Bring it,Coach! Today,planned to go hit the tracks,but as you all know,it's raining. So I can't run. But because I feel like running,I head to the gym! Alone! This is my second time going gym alone! Haha! It's not that scary like I thought it would be. Thanks to Gatria for the tips! And now,my body is aching. Especially my right arm. Ah! I hate it when this happened. Tomorrow,cross country/fitness run. I'll be running the competitive run. Represent 3N2. We'll be running around 3km. *points down* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCyUHAHCS7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/QPCFe0XuS7Q/s1600/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCyUHAHCS7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/QPCFe0XuS7Q/s400/shocked.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488924893867297714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yeah,this is my expression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9114753047597970277?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9114753047597970277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/julyyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9114753047597970277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9114753047597970277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/julyyyy.html' title='Julyyyy'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCyUHnALwxI/AAAAAAAAA1I/lEC4KHxlqTo/s72-c/tumblr_l1ol4cHwQF1qb1jlmo1_r2_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8542837253921892481</id><published>2010-06-26T16:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:52:59.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The ships will be save at the shore but that was not what ships are meant to build for.'/><title type='text'>There are no strangers here,just friends you haven't met.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA15ywi6I/AAAAAAAAA04/YVjWudnkDiE/s1600/34264_1346966718591_1363981829_30873500_4959023_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA15ywi6I/AAAAAAAAA04/YVjWudnkDiE/s400/34264_1346966718591_1363981829_30873500_4959023_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487003753300134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA1vRXKCI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3pbkyuBQgw8/s1600/34264_1346966518586_1363981829_30873495_5336323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA1vRXKCI/AAAAAAAAA0w/3pbkyuBQgw8/s400/34264_1346966518586_1363981829_30873495_5336323_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487003750475704354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA1MunJqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/3-XD7UfgiKU/s1600/34264_1346966438584_1363981829_30873493_3768645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA1MunJqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/3-XD7UfgiKU/s400/34264_1346966438584_1363981829_30873493_3768645_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487003741203146402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA09g1rGI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IQZLbKcfhcA/s1600/34264_1346966358582_1363981829_30873491_1804021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA09g1rGI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IQZLbKcfhcA/s400/34264_1346966358582_1363981829_30873491_1804021_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487003737118846050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA0hXXMgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SPe16dTv0VE/s1600/34264_1346966838594_1363981829_30873503_6805546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA0hXXMgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/SPe16dTv0VE/s400/34264_1346966838594_1363981829_30873503_6805546_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487003729562907138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You cannot discover new oceans,if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; have the courage to lose sight of the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey hey hey! I'm back from 5 days OBS course! Miss me? I got tons of stories to share with you guys! Yknow,I really hate camps! Especially OBS. But this time around,this year OBS make me think twice about camps. The OBS I attended from 21/06/2010-25/06/2010 was a leadership camp but to me it was like a survivor camp.We have to carry stuff to and fro the hill or whatnot. It was tiring yknow! I measure my calves muscle and was glad that it didn't increase:) And we didn't get to wash our hair for 3days!! 3 days! So the 4th day when we get to bath,I scrub my hair like never scrub before. Haha! Okay,so Jurongville population was the largest among all school that attended. The course was split into two groups:Camp 1[bravo&amp;amp;alpha] and Camp 2. Camp 1 bravo,there 4 watches:Kurt,Bo sing/seng(?),Marshall&amp;amp;Munshi. And I'm in the MUNSHI watch! My instructor was Nicholas. [God,I love that group so much!] My watch consists of 16 people:Zulhaffeq,Pei Qi,Amirah,Yun Mei,Wilna,Pei Xin,Umairah,Seanna,Li Ting,Hui Xin,Elvis,Terrence,Shefah,Habshah,Quraisyah plus myself.&lt;br /&gt;So Camp 1 was the sea/water expedition. Means we have to kayak for 3days straight! Guess who is my kayaking partner?!! It was Muhammad Al-Afiq Bin Hamzah! On Tuesday,we have to kayak from our campsite which is Pulau Ubin to Punggol for abour 3 hours. Than we slept there. Than on Wednesday,we have to kayak from Punggol to Sembawang for about 6 hr plus.And it was raining! Than after we reached Sembawang,we caught in a thunderstorm but all of us able to make it safe to the shelter there.When we slept at Sembawang,it was so freaking cold! Than on Thursday,we have to kayak from Sembawang back to our campsite for about 3 hrs. On Thursday,Afiq&amp;amp;I changed place. I sat in front and he sat at the back. And he bullied me! Hmph! After kayaking,we showered than afterwards,Munshi and Marshall have to one height element,which is Flying Fox! It was damn high I tell you! When we reach on top,after climbing the flight of stairs,we have to stand at this particular step and when I look down,I swear it was damn high! When Nicholas asked me if I'm ready or not,I said no. And he keep telling me its gonna be okay,that he's gonna be here.[aww..] And he asked me again if I'm ready or not,I nodded and he let go of me. And tadaa! I'm flying! I shout mummy when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;launched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; off than I laughed like one mad women! Than I kept quiet and enjoy the pretty scenery. So when I reached at the end,I asked the other Instructor,Can I go again? And he ignored me-.- So on Friday,there's this game or whatnot called:Solo. We have to spend 30 minutes sitting on the corner by ourselves to reflect everything. So for 20 minutes I wrote down on my journal like I'm writing a compo. Than after that I think about LaLa Land. Hah! When it's time to sat down in circle to share about what we think for 30 minutes. So I told my teammates plus Nicholas:I think about who I really am underneath and how this course has changed me. Oh yeah,I forgot to mention that I found my so called "soul sister" at the course. Her name is Mai. We both have lots of things in common. And we both even watched sunset together with Haffeq. When it's time to say goodbye,I cried my entire hearts out! I can't stop crying till I reached Punggol. This year OBS course has leave a really big impact on me.(: I never regret going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8542837253921892481?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8542837253921892481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-no-strangers-herejust-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8542837253921892481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8542837253921892481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-are-no-strangers-herejust-friends.html' title='There are no strangers here,just friends you haven&apos;t met.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TCXA15ywi6I/AAAAAAAAA04/YVjWudnkDiE/s72-c/34264_1346966718591_1363981829_30873500_4959023_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5803337726541229176</id><published>2010-06-19T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:29:32.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get up.'/><title type='text'>The Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBw9m3-XHuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/__qnt-ZxJcU/s1600/tumblr_l2oelo0VFK1qzdr4go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBw9m3-XHuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/__qnt-ZxJcU/s400/tumblr_l2oelo0VFK1qzdr4go1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484326184300256994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm a happy,cheerful,annoying and irritating kid once again! I'm no longer living in the past. I have successfully crawled my way out of the past. Goodbye past,Hello Present! Darn,what took me so long? Hmm.. From now on,I'm gonna live my life to the fullest! I mean that. Crap! OBS is next Monday! One more day to pack my bag! Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm gonna miss watching the grand finale of The Biggest Loser,Australia! :( Oh man! Ugh!!!! I'm leaving on Monday and back on Friday. I have no idea whether I can make it to guitar lesson on that day. Speaking of guitar,Classical Capo is still out of stock! Hmph! -.- Oh yeah,before I end this post,I wanna say that yesterday I watched Karate Kid! That movie was beyond awesome! Beyond awesome! Go watch,while I'm camping! Karate Kid trailer is below! [point down] Toddles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY8amUImEu0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY8amUImEu0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome right? I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh yeah,did you guys remember my june to-do lists? The one with pink crown and red sentences,that symbolize that I manage to do it during this holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go shopping with JWPS Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go bike-riding at ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Hit the track atleast thrice a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Head to the gym atleast once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Re-unite with bdk2 JWPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Trim my fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Read the 12 books that are waiting for me to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Buy new phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spend quality time with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleepover at grandma house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Jam with Syaf and Hannah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Study all my weakest subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Don't skip any netball training &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;without any valid reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5803337726541229176?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5803337726541229176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5803337726541229176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5803337726541229176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid.html' title='The Karate Kid'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBw9m3-XHuI/AAAAAAAAAzY/__qnt-ZxJcU/s72-c/tumblr_l2oelo0VFK1qzdr4go1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9210947431634905111</id><published>2010-06-16T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:48:58.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we shall meet again.'/><title type='text'>6G'07 Reunion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhS3BnQbbI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5Cy9vSJtu8A/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhS3BnQbbI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5Cy9vSJtu8A/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483223651602951602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhS24FqvvI/AAAAAAAAAzI/U6p_3Qt4JFA/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhS24FqvvI/AAAAAAAAAzI/U6p_3Qt4JFA/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483223649046150898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhS2UDTKTI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yfjIgv_fnaI/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSlWXDsbI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0Wu8_ynbLsQ/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483223347934507442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSlNEGvZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/AGFYLioLdnQ/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSlNEGvZI/AAAAAAAAAyo/AGFYLioLdnQ/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483223345439096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSka_0MVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/S_69ci1N_AE/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSka_0MVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/S_69ci1N_AE/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483223331999330642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSjzPr5cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wdr5zqbbOlg/s1600/w%5BA%5Dnie012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhSjzPr5cI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wdr5zqbbOlg/s400/w%5BA%5Dnie012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483223321328477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As  we walk our path of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   We meet people everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Most are simply met by chance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;   But, some are sent our way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;em&gt;These become special friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   Whose bond we can't explain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   The ones who understand us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   And share our joy and pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   Their love contains no boundaries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   So, even we are apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   Their presence enhances us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   With a warmth felt in the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   This love becomes a passageway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   When even the miles disappear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;   And so, these friends, God sends our way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Remain forever near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That poem above is dedicated to my awesome primary school classmates. We have been together for 2 years and be tear apart for 2 and the half years and began start our new life. Each of us change once we stepped out of that primary school,either worse or better. Yesterday,when we re-unite,we behave like how we behaved when in primary school. Timothy flirt around and talk dirty stuff. But that guy never fails to make me laugh my head off with his silly attitude. Bike riding for three hours with all of them except for Sufiqa,she don't feel like riding and want to emo2 at the beach.(aww..) We cycle to Bedok Jetty and we still have lots of energy and time,so we decided to cycle all the way to Changi. Alot of dramas happened while we were cycling. Haha! Pity Clinton,kenerq sound dgn mkcik.(haha!) Pei Shan and Hakim fell off their bikes. I miss Hakim part! Oh man! Halfway to changi,Khai,Hakim,Syafiqah,Pei Shan and I want to turn around cause pity Sufiqa alone at the beach. So the five of us turned around while the others continue cycle to Changi village. Than the five of us,gossip about ____. Khai start first! Haha! He told all of us: We friends,must be open-minded. Must share2,must tell the truth. That's what he said! So yeah,we voice out our opinions. We end cycling around 6. Than off to city hall to meet Ying Han and the rest than off to Pioneer than around 8.50 we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom line:Yesterday was awesome! I love them all!*flying kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9210947431634905111?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9210947431634905111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/6g07-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9210947431634905111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9210947431634905111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/6g07-reunion.html' title='6G&apos;07 Reunion!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBhS3BnQbbI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/5Cy9vSJtu8A/s72-c/w%5BA%5Dnie005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5067241569373878665</id><published>2010-06-10T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:24:55.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jumping of joy is a good exercise'/><title type='text'>Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBCYNfv9F6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/K74ww1x0cvg/s1600/tumblr_l3plx3NrdI1qaydhko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBCYNfv9F6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/K74ww1x0cvg/s400/tumblr_l3plx3NrdI1qaydhko1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481048104138250146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm only fifteen. There's so much more lessons I have to learned. "Life's too short to live with regrets" Now I understand that quote. Yeah,I chose an option that changes everything. That option,has turn my world upside down. Yeah,I regret. At that time. I learned my mistakes and I'm not gonna repeat it again. Remember my previous post? The one I said: My story with you may not be complete. Yet. But wait and see,I'm gonna finish this story of ours. Remember? I realised our story has finished long time ago. But I was too blind to realised that. Yeah,our story has ended,but not the way I want it to be. Our story doesn't end&lt;br /&gt;"happily ever after" like how fairytale ends. I love my life. Although it's not perfect. Every options I chose will eventually make me a stronger person. I'm happy. And I mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5067241569373878665?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5067241569373878665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/happiness-often-sneaks-in-through-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5067241569373878665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5067241569373878665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/happiness-often-sneaks-in-through-door.html' title='Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn&apos;t know you left open.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TBCYNfv9F6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/K74ww1x0cvg/s72-c/tumblr_l3plx3NrdI1qaydhko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4484553638955359809</id><published>2010-06-08T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:03:32.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk to the present.'/><title type='text'>You always have a choice. It's just that some people make the wrong one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TA311lWYW4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/QkfJit5IhII/s1600/tumblr_l2qejbChM41qbvh44o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TA311lWYW4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/QkfJit5IhII/s400/tumblr_l2qejbChM41qbvh44o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480306622487616386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" class="sqq" &gt;You can't keep blaming yourself. Just blame yourself once and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Forgive yourself for your faults and your mistakes and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose that option and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken,the choosing was not. I have to move on. I must move on. If you can move on with your life,why can't I do the same? I'm not gonna waste my life by letting the past engulfed me. From today onwards,I'm gonna do what I do best. I'm gonna do things that I love. Why? Cause by doing things that I enjoyed,it kinda helped me to forget you. For awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gym with my gymates+hitting the tracks+walk in the park+played guitar+bake cookies&amp;amp;brownies+glued my eyes on Syamsul Yusof movies+read books=forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4484553638955359809?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4484553638955359809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-always-have-choice-its-just-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4484553638955359809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4484553638955359809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-always-have-choice-its-just-that.html' title='You always have a choice. It&apos;s just that some people make the wrong one.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TA311lWYW4I/AAAAAAAAAyA/QkfJit5IhII/s72-c/tumblr_l2qejbChM41qbvh44o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3513150309051734545</id><published>2010-06-03T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:54:31.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body ache like .....'/><title type='text'>Netball Day Camp+Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TAckgYnrvoI/AAAAAAAAAx4/avyiNz8tj6E/s1600/tumblr_l103zziIou1qzkioto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TAckgYnrvoI/AAAAAAAAAx4/avyiNz8tj6E/s400/tumblr_l103zziIou1qzkioto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478387610502807170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Netball Day Camp was okay. Bike riding at E.C.P with the netballers was fun! Team bonding. Haha! Volleyball with the Netballers was fun too! Pipe's kick sand at me and I have to scrub my hair real hard to washed out the sand on my hair-.- Thanks Pipe! Training on tuesday was slack! Haha! What kind of Captain am I? Boohoohoo! Yesterday training,we didn't do much,we did our normal routine,play captain's ball,did the cross squared[they know what I mean] and I was really impressed with the seniors[excluded Sec 4's&amp;amp;5's,included Sec 2's] and 2 of the sec 1's[Xin Wei(?)&amp;amp; Jia Hui(?),we didn't make lots of mistakes during the cross-squared. *clap hands*,we had a mini Carnival,and I'm the umpire,I sucked at umpiring-.- Boo! And we had a full court game. Than the next day which is today,my whole body is aching! Ugh! I hate it when this happens! Okay,dh bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3513150309051734545?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3513150309051734545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/netball-day-camptraining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3513150309051734545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3513150309051734545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/netball-day-camptraining.html' title='Netball Day Camp+Training'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TAckgYnrvoI/AAAAAAAAAx4/avyiNz8tj6E/s72-c/tumblr_l103zziIou1qzkioto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9214660381128573703</id><published>2010-05-31T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T15:10:42.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Surround yourself only with people who are going to lift you higher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANegozJK1I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ajO1YpgL-aM/s1600/appe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANegozJK1I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ajO1YpgL-aM/s400/appe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477325486613408594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANagRfoTGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/z_l3kRpl6Sc/s1600/Wanie%26Lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANagRfoTGI/AAAAAAAAAxY/z_l3kRpl6Sc/s400/Wanie%26Lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477321082311036002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANafwUmN-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6rFoj1u_p5g/s1600/22172_1327336224703_1269847191_955854_2313348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANafwUmN-I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/6rFoj1u_p5g/s400/22172_1327336224703_1269847191_955854_2313348_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477321073406392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANafqYhkRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zhN5FOQyeKA/s1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANafqYhkRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zhN5FOQyeKA/s400/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477321071812251922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You're going to come across people in your life&lt;br /&gt;who will say all the  right words at all the right times.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it's always their  actions you should judge them by.&lt;br /&gt;It's actions, not words, that matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lay at the bed at night,with "Apakah Semuanya itu?" playing through my earpiece,thinking about you was worth it. All those sleepless nights was worth it. Cause finally I decided. I'm gonna move on with my life with or without you. I'm tired living in the past. And I swear,I'm gonna be where you at right now. You're gonna see me in the present,smiling,laughing my head off and standing strong. I mean that. Who need guys to make you happy when you have awesome-est girlfriends that understand you better than any guy you can find in this world? My story with you may not be complete. Yet. But wait and see,I'm gonna finish this story of ours. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gatria,Fatin,Lala,Fifah&amp;amp;Renie,&lt;/span&gt;I wanna say thank you to you girls! You guys are awesome-est girlfriends anyone could ever had. Without you guys encouraging me,supporting me,being patient with my secretive attitude,I don't know where I will be standing now. You guys help me opened my blindfold and let me see the beauty of life itself. If you guys didn't talk some sense into my brain,maybe by now,my wrists/hand is full of marks. No one understand me better than you guys. I love each one of you guys,and I promise to you girls that I won't be secretive with you girls anymore and will be open with you girls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9214660381128573703?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9214660381128573703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/surround-yourself-only-with-people-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9214660381128573703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9214660381128573703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/surround-yourself-only-with-people-who.html' title='Surround yourself only with people who are going to lift you higher.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TANegozJK1I/AAAAAAAAAxw/ajO1YpgL-aM/s72-c/appe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-527916792753347739</id><published>2010-05-29T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:27:34.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future.'/><title type='text'>Stop saying negative start about yourself and start saying postivive thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TADAVN_SCXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MD53-i03o7Y/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TADAVN_SCXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MD53-i03o7Y/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476588617647393138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yes,yes. I can do it! I can crawl my way out of the past and start to walk toward the present. I got a life and only got to live for once! I'm not gonna waste my life living in the past! You're there and I'm here. And I'm gonna be where you are now-present. If you can,why can't I? I'm still gonna be here,waiting. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stuck in the past. See you in the present,my 'friend'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-527916792753347739?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/527916792753347739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-saying-negative-start-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/527916792753347739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/527916792753347739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-saying-negative-start-about.html' title='Stop saying negative start about yourself and start saying postivive thing.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/TADAVN_SCXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MD53-i03o7Y/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7170133918775865184</id><published>2010-05-26T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:05:48.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spit it out.'/><title type='text'>I want to end this masquerade. I wanna show the world who I really am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_yfxfbydAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/aEE3OX_IHrc/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_yfxfbydAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/aEE3OX_IHrc/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475426919576138754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"If I wear a mask,I can fool the world,but I can't fool my what's inside my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why must we all conceal what we think,how we feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I won't pretend to be someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When will my reflection show,who I am inside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fatin told me not to wear a mask to school. Hakim told me not to downplay anything. Feerah,told me to stop playing games,and showed what you feel on the inside. Khai,challenged me to open that mask of mine,stop putting on a brave face,go school with a face that matches on what I feel inside. Guess what,I take Khai challenged,I prove to everybody that I dare to go school without wearing a mask and put on a face that matches on what I feel inside. Yes,I will,just watch me. Beside,I'm tired of this little masquerade/charade I'm playing. I wanna end this game of mine. End.This.Game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Got back all my results. As per usual,got an U grade for maths-.- Ugh! Need to buck up! The only result I'm satisfied with was Food&amp;amp;Nutrition! Paper+Task Analysis=70+=Higher in class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Haha,worth it,to lecture others. Haha! I'm freaking mad at my english results,especially my free writing! I wrote my entire heart out,and BAM! Just pass??!!! Wtf! I need to study and revise everything on June holidays. And speaking of June Holidays..........I got a to-do lists: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Go shopping with JWPS Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Go bike-riding at ECP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Hit the track atleast thrice a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Head to the gym atleast once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Re-unite with bdk2 JWPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Trim my fringe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Read the 12 books that are waiting for me to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Buy new phone!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Spend quality time with family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Sleepover at grandma house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Jam with Syaf and Hannah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Study all my weakest subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♔&lt;/span&gt;Don't skip any netball training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔ ♔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7170133918775865184?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7170133918775865184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-end-this-masquerade-i-wanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7170133918775865184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7170133918775865184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-to-end-this-masquerade-i-wanna.html' title='I want to end this masquerade. I wanna show the world who I really am.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_yfxfbydAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/aEE3OX_IHrc/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-6036602703862309637</id><published>2010-05-23T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:26:49.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I steal the all those pictures from Gat&apos;s blog.'/><title type='text'>If you really want to know yourself,look at the friends you choose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivt-4A5nI/AAAAAAAAAww/a4j8yBlAyGE/s1600/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivt-4A5nI/AAAAAAAAAww/a4j8yBlAyGE/s400/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474318551575750258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivtu2Q8nI/AAAAAAAAAwo/r7_piRaNvnc/s1600/647a0e03e5f40d90_IMG_4049.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivtu2Q8nI/AAAAAAAAAwo/r7_piRaNvnc/s400/647a0e03e5f40d90_IMG_4049.preview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474318547273446002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivtCo0UCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/nPslI0Saxu4/s1600/d9ece566d6fdcecb_IMG_4069.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivtCo0UCI/AAAAAAAAAwg/nPslI0Saxu4/s400/d9ece566d6fdcecb_IMG_4069.preview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474318535405883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivsz9kf3I/AAAAAAAAAwY/pLBvkCa9k6w/s1600/73091a04c07e6d35_IMG_4107.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivsz9kf3I/AAAAAAAAAwY/pLBvkCa9k6w/s400/73091a04c07e6d35_IMG_4107.preview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474318531466395506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivsl635DI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Y0_n7kmwC8k/s1600/a069ba949c8a6164_IMG_4087.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivsl635DI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Y0_n7kmwC8k/s400/a069ba949c8a6164_IMG_4087.preview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474318527696987186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-Yesterday,went to Escape Theme Park with Awesome-st Girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;-Ate at Hei Shushi:) [Cravings finally over]&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Hunted House,and I screamed like a little girl-.-&lt;br /&gt;-Ride on the viking,I scream my entire lung out,than got worn out,so I shut my eyes till the boat slowed down. Than got a headache after that ride-.-&lt;br /&gt;-Ride on the Wet&amp;amp;Wild. I sat at the back while Renie sat infront.&lt;br /&gt;-Ride on the idk what the name is,superman or some other name,&lt;br /&gt;-Change and bike.&lt;br /&gt;-Teach Renie on how to ride and in less than an hour,she finally can ride!&lt;br /&gt;-Than around 5 plus,we head home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-Ah,i had fun,spent quality time with the girls =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-Picture credit goes to Gat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-6036602703862309637?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6036602703862309637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-really-want-to-know-yourselflook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6036602703862309637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6036602703862309637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-really-want-to-know-yourselflook.html' title='If you really want to know yourself,look at the friends you choose.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_ivt-4A5nI/AAAAAAAAAww/a4j8yBlAyGE/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8193097039561809242</id><published>2010-05-17T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:13:31.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks for making my day.'/><title type='text'>Smile,let everyone know that today you are stronger than yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_DzhsN-WhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Q_r1QzeYYjw/s1600/tumblr_ktnptmWoZ11qzvsqto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_DzhsN-WhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Q_r1QzeYYjw/s400/tumblr_ktnptmWoZ11qzvsqto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472141307386157586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Promise yourself to be strong,that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Think only of the best,work only for the best and expect only the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;others. Live in the faith that the world is on your side as long as you are true to the best that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;is in YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear Teenagers[girls],&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;What are you doing? Crying your heart out? How old are you....15? 16? Did you ever think you are wasting your life away? Stop thinking about the guy who broke your heart,he's not worth it. Stop thinking about how you look.Stop sulking around and being depressed...you just need to be happy. You're only young ones and this is time where you need to have fun and forget about everything that doesn't make you happy. Fcuk everyone who doesn't make you happy! Go out and have fun,this could be your last day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8193097039561809242?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8193097039561809242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/smilelet-everyone-know-that-today-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8193097039561809242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8193097039561809242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/smilelet-everyone-know-that-today-you.html' title='Smile,let everyone know that today you are stronger than yesterday.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S_DzhsN-WhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Q_r1QzeYYjw/s72-c/tumblr_ktnptmWoZ11qzvsqto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-6318336061903458562</id><published>2010-05-14T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:58:03.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When I look at you.'/><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-1j1POM8qI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qvkAqsdDIP8/s1600/The-Last-Song-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-1j1POM8qI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qvkAqsdDIP8/s400/The-Last-Song-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471138888595337890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwLmQqRanvM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwLmQqRanvM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Jonah:Mom says it's because she has PMS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve[Dad]:Do you even know what that means?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah:I'm not a little kid anymore,dad. It means pissed-at-men syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You people must catch:The Last Song! It was awesome+fantastic=Awe-tastic. &lt;/span&gt;It was worth to shed my tears till I'm running out of tissues. Haha. I repeat:Must catch:The Last Song! Miley was the BOOMs! I swear she was freaking talented. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Miley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-6318336061903458562?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6318336061903458562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6318336061903458562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6318336061903458562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-1j1POM8qI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qvkAqsdDIP8/s72-c/The-Last-Song-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-292634867999259192</id><published>2010-05-13T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:11:42.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bieber And The Biggest Loser Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-uEh8GOEhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iR0AW8kKxWc/s1600/instant-justin-bieber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-uEh8GOEhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iR0AW8kKxWc/s400/instant-justin-bieber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470611890974364178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-uEhUkDvFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/OUy95C1_BP0/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-uEhUkDvFI/AAAAAAAAAvw/OUy95C1_BP0/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470611880362097746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah,Justin Bieber song is stuck at my head for some reason. My eyes are always glued on the television watching 'The Biggest Loser'. I swear that series will inspire you and motivates you to achieve your goal. For me,my goal was to lose weight,and that explain why my eyes are always glued to that series. Here my conversation with Arif:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wanie:I wanna be the Biggest Loser Contestant!*excited tone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Arif:You are the smallest loser.[i'm not that good in translations] You have to be 100 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wanie:Err.....Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bottom line:I'm a loser-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*scream* I found this video on youtube. This 2 person are super talented. And they both make a cover of Justin Bieber song:Baby with different instrument:Drum,Guitar&amp;amp;Piano. Watch the video! Watch it! Watch it! Watch it! Than you will thanking me for it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XX5s0E4Qj5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XX5s0E4Qj5Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hdec1nqUSZs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hdec1nqUSZs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JolXZINOe3A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JolXZINOe3A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-292634867999259192?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/292634867999259192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/bieber-and-biggest-loser-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/292634867999259192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/292634867999259192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/bieber-and-biggest-loser-fever.html' title='Bieber And The Biggest Loser Fever!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-uEh8GOEhI/AAAAAAAAAv4/iR0AW8kKxWc/s72-c/instant-justin-bieber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3855118068857008848</id><published>2010-05-11T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:33:08.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I left you.I was being stupid.'/><title type='text'>Reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-i_s70_wVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iNvwf4sfAik/s1600/tumblr_l261i9ksso1qzkmfho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-i_s70_wVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iNvwf4sfAik/s400/tumblr_l261i9ksso1qzkmfho1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469832526136590674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;People never know  how special someone is until they leave,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe  sometimes its  important to leave, so they are given that chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;to see how   special that someone really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;First of all,I'm sorry Feena,I can't help to post about my love life here,in my blog. You see,I like to bury my burden deep inside of me and put on a brave face when I go school. And I just figure out that by writing or posting on my blog,is how I talk to people about my feelings.*sigh*. To A,we're on the same boat. I understand how you felt. In fact,i felt exactly how you felt right now. We choose the wrong options and right now,we both regret. And here we thought that we could walked away without looking behind,I admit that I'm stupid. *sigh*  It's exam period now,and my mind was focusing on you instead of maths,chemistry and physics. Instead of studying,I read Eclipse . *sigh* Look at what you did to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3855118068857008848?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3855118068857008848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3855118068857008848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3855118068857008848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons.html' title='Reasons.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-i_s70_wVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/iNvwf4sfAik/s72-c/tumblr_l261i9ksso1qzkmfho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-2672504383689795186</id><published>2010-05-08T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:27:54.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='^^'/><title type='text'>Have you ever woke up one morning feeling like a brand new person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-T8l0lA8EI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fUoErmhDMOM/s1600/tumblr_l1rsakfiwQ1qzevelo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-T8l0lA8EI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fUoErmhDMOM/s400/tumblr_l1rsakfiwQ1qzevelo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468773574233878594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their  dreams.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your dreams&lt;br /&gt;will never wake up and tell you that they don’t love you anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here I am world,a brand new person. Wake in up the morning feeling like a whole different person. The feeling is like a new soul enter your weak body,and now,you're a stronger,happier and a better person. Yeah,I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be? The walls that I build for so long has finally destroyed. No more secrets. Wait,I'm not totally happy. I run and I go gym,and I only lost 3 kg-.- Not satisfied! Pfft,that's it Wanie,no more eating Junk Food! Wanie,it's time for you to drink 6-8 glasses of water,so that you won't dehydrate. Okay,too much of F&amp;amp;N. Talking about F&amp;amp;N,there's a test on monday. I screwed my History and Maths Paper 1:( Shit! Shit! Shit! How to go out on June hols? Haiyo,wanie! Buck up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-2672504383689795186?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2672504383689795186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever-woke-up-one-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2672504383689795186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2672504383689795186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever-woke-up-one-morning.html' title='Have you ever woke up one morning feeling like a brand new person?'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S-T8l0lA8EI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fUoErmhDMOM/s72-c/tumblr_l1rsakfiwQ1qzevelo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4485118122352646213</id><published>2010-05-03T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:30:15.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love my life.'/><title type='text'>Don't asked me the meaning of life. You Define It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S95cHRCijrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/D8n55oWDUps/s1600/tumblr_l00s40xVob1qa3aiko1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S95cHRCijrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/D8n55oWDUps/s400/tumblr_l00s40xVob1qa3aiko1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466908277577256626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When you’re struggling with something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;look at all the people around you and  realise that every single person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;you see is struggling with something,  and to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                                 -Nicholas Sparks[Dear John]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hey people! How do you guys enjoy your Monday Morning today? Going gym and catch things up with Renie has brighten up my Monday Morning! I miss the gym and talk random stuffs with Renie. Haha.. I'm a happy girl today,that explains why I'm blogging,when I'm not supposed to do so. Exams is in the corner,and here I am,staring at this computer screen with my fingers typing. Tsk..tsk.. So much of last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is getting better now. My wounds are slowly healing. It was worth it depending on time. I'm a happy girl now. Thank you Fatin and Renie for the advises you guys gave me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4485118122352646213?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4485118122352646213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-asked-me-meaning-of-life-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4485118122352646213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4485118122352646213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-asked-me-meaning-of-life-you.html' title='Don&apos;t asked me the meaning of life. You Define It.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S95cHRCijrI/AAAAAAAAAvI/D8n55oWDUps/s72-c/tumblr_l00s40xVob1qa3aiko1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5955718717182252138</id><published>2010-04-25T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:47:09.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shit.'/><title type='text'>Crap! Crap! Crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqVpNGQEcek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aqVpNGQEcek&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;First of all,I should not blog right now,when yesterday was suppose to be my last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But I couldn't help it. I watch this When I look at you cover by Tiffany. I swear,she amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She have this cool guitar that kinda look like Taylor Swift. Ah,envy! Daddy,when are you gonna buy my a guitar? I prove to you that I didn't abandoned my guitar didn't I? Boohoohoo! Nvm.I finally erase that shit attitude of mine. I'm no longer lazy to play my guitar,and now,my left hand fingers are sore-.- Its been raining at afternoons nowadays:( Which means I can't hit the track. And the rain kinda messed up my mood. Ah,rain,go away! I still didn't touch my malay compo,and I have coursework to do! Crap! Okay,dh bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5955718717182252138?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5955718717182252138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap-crap-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5955718717182252138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5955718717182252138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/crap-crap-crap.html' title='Crap! Crap! Crap!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-820718023601799670</id><published>2010-04-24T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:18:10.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special post for special friends like them:)'/><title type='text'>Burrrveeeday post for special friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9KlZCQApeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hSBObu0V7LI/s1600/24071_1343555240445_1578150596_828339_8089051_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9KlZCQApeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hSBObu0V7LI/s400/24071_1343555240445_1578150596_828339_8089051_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463611147473167842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9KlZWb7JOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/zCFUwi7PY9w/s1600/24071_1343555280446_1578150596_828340_2251596_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9KlZWb7JOI/AAAAAAAAAvA/zCFUwi7PY9w/s400/24071_1343555280446_1578150596_828340_2251596_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463611152891847906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Muhammad Al-Afiq Bin Hamzah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua,  palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial,  verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new  roman, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives  mean the most to us,&lt;br /&gt; we often find that it is those who, instead of  giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain  and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. &lt;br /&gt;The friend who can  be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion,&lt;br /&gt;who can stay with  us in an hour of grief and bereavement,&lt;br /&gt;who can tolerate not knowing,  not curing, not healing and&lt;br /&gt;face with us the reality of our  powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Afiq,the boy who never fails to crack me up with his silly jokes. The boy who I can easily talk to. The boy who always distract me when I was burying myself in a book,the boy who understand me so well,that whenever I lied,he knows. The boy who knows what's my strength and weakness. The boy that happened to be my Best Friend! You turning fifteen tomorrow. Happy Advance Birthday! May all your wishes come true! As what you said and what I said on our descriptive compo,I promise to treasure this friendship of ours. Yknow I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9Kiqfty3wI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ji7AEDGNryg/s1600/19975_101661863202104_100000748737594_44076_2003062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9Kiqfty3wI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ji7AEDGNryg/s400/19975_101661863202104_100000748737594_44076_2003062_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463608148905615106" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She turned fifteen on 230410[yesterday],and i'm still stuck at fourteen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Guess what? I'm not jealous*flicks hair*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Happy 15th Birthday Lala!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yknow i love you. Thanks for tolerating all my nonsense. Thanks for being there for me whenever I need someone to talk to.Thank you for everything you did for me! May our friendship last:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-820718023601799670?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/820718023601799670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/burrrveeeday-post-for-special-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/820718023601799670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/820718023601799670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/burrrveeeday-post-for-special-friends.html' title='Burrrveeeday post for special friends!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S9KlZCQApeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hSBObu0V7LI/s72-c/24071_1343555240445_1578150596_828339_8089051_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4568263220893394966</id><published>2010-04-20T16:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:31:38.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye.'/><title type='text'>Empty Hopes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S81xQueW1rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8FN_nYvzufo/s1600/tumblr_kxdizvRudH1qatsq2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S81xQueW1rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8FN_nYvzufo/s400/tumblr_kxdizvRudH1qatsq2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462146455237482162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"There be no good days,if there weren't any bad ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The sky won't be blue,if it were never black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And sometimes,you need to fall halfway down the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;to find new trail that will take you straight to the top."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you hope over something that you knew that it will never came true,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stop hoping? Or will you continue to hope?&lt;br /&gt;If you depend on time to heal your wounds,but time is not helping you out,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stop depending on time? Or will you continue to depend on time?&lt;br /&gt;If your hearts are giving you the same options that you received before,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Will you still listen to your heart? Or you won't?&lt;br /&gt;Hold on or move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This questions,questions that are unanswered. Confused,is what I'm feeling now. Running,is what I should do now,but running won't help me to forget all this questions. So how?&lt;br /&gt;MYE is just around the corner. I can't continue my bad habit:reading while the teacher was teaching and daydream. I must wear a different cap,and erase this shit attitude of mine. So,problems,please give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This will be my last post before MYE. So...don't miss me too much aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4568263220893394966?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4568263220893394966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/empty-hopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4568263220893394966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4568263220893394966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/empty-hopes.html' title='Empty Hopes.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S81xQueW1rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8FN_nYvzufo/s72-c/tumblr_kxdizvRudH1qatsq2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4408721913505689713</id><published>2010-04-16T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:24:49.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold your own'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='know your name go your own way.'/><title type='text'>I can and I will. Watch me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S8gbc9KugwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VeZdg10MBE0/s1600/tumblr_kzytrf5xAK1qbuiq2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S8gbc9KugwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VeZdg10MBE0/s400/tumblr_kzytrf5xAK1qbuiq2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460644732456567554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="quote long"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever  chance you have of happiness where you find it,and not worry about  other people too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My experience tells me that we get no more than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we  regret it for the rest of our lives.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;** ***,you talk craps,and I don't understand a single shit you said. If anything happens to my friends,I swear,I won't ever talk to you. I use to freaking love that period,but you make me hate that period now. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;* Enough talking about that freak.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4408721913505689713?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4408721913505689713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-and-i-will-watch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4408721913505689713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4408721913505689713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-can-and-i-will-watch-me.html' title='I can and I will. Watch me.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S8gbc9KugwI/AAAAAAAAAuI/VeZdg10MBE0/s72-c/tumblr_kzytrf5xAK1qbuiq2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4870719244227509859</id><published>2010-04-13T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:23:35.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes+Chance=Life'/><title type='text'>ere is a time to let things happen, and a time to make things happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S8QkyhsGyeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rjZatb4WBxE/s1600/tumblr_l0psd8Exq11qatsq2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S8QkyhsGyeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rjZatb4WBxE/s400/tumblr_l0psd8Exq11qatsq2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459529098735307234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"At times,the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But believe us,when we say that there is much more good than bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All you have to do is  look hard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And what might seem to be series of unfortunate events may in fact be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;be the first step of the journey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;I struggle as hard to move forward in life,but I'm still stuck in the past. Why is that so? Is it because I didn't believe that I can move forward in life? So it wasn't time that are not cooperating with me,it was me. I'm being stubborn. But tell me how can I move on when my heart don't want to do so? I tried and I failed.  But I believe that someday,everything will make perfect sense. So far now,laugh at the confusion,smile through the tears and keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason. I'm gonna be okay,I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4870719244227509859?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4870719244227509859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/ere-is-time-to-let-things-happen-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4870719244227509859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4870719244227509859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/ere-is-time-to-let-things-happen-and.html' title='ere is a time to let things happen, and a time to make things happen.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S8QkyhsGyeI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rjZatb4WBxE/s72-c/tumblr_l0psd8Exq11qatsq2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3986561011211579796</id><published>2010-04-08T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:45:40.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So will time show me the answer?'/><title type='text'>You don't get a second chance for first impression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S72jHPXvBtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W6zkWq5UwAw/s1600/tumblr_l0jo09xwjp1qayjx7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S72jHPXvBtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W6zkWq5UwAw/s400/tumblr_l0jo09xwjp1qayjx7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457697668223403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“It’s amazing what one person can do. Some people build you up just to bend and break you. Some people bring out parts of you that you had no clue existed. All throughout life we meet people and every single one of them brings something to us; gives us some sort of purpose. We come across people who will hurt us so incredibly much that it seems unbearable to go on with our lives, but the truth is, we can overcome anything we want to, if we believe in it enough, if we have faith in ourselves, in who we are.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Time,I am depending on you to show me the answer. Cause I'm here,stuck at the past. Desperately wanted to move on. But something about the past that just prevent me from moving on. Is it just me being stubborn or time not cooperating with me? Wait,how can I tell my mind to move on when my heart is not willing to move on. Heart,this small heart is the best place for you to seek answers. But how come my heart is giving me two options. Options that I received before and I chose the options that changed my life. Someone told me not to regret any choice you make as it will make you a stronger and happier person. But how come the choice I chose didn't make me feel that I'm a stronger and happier person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3986561011211579796?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3986561011211579796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-dont-get-second-chance-for-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3986561011211579796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3986561011211579796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-dont-get-second-chance-for-first.html' title='You don&apos;t get a second chance for first impression.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S72jHPXvBtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/W6zkWq5UwAw/s72-c/tumblr_l0jo09xwjp1qayjx7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4840800132108556878</id><published>2010-04-04T12:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:41:47.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purple dinosaur.'/><title type='text'>East Coast Park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghqiP6hoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/n3Px-ImLybY/s1600/SNC00145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghqiP6hoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/n3Px-ImLybY/s400/SNC00145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456147963191133826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gah,the beauty of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghqMdprXI/AAAAAAAAAto/XC6V0IqZ9Oo/s1600/Photo1079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghqMdprXI/AAAAAAAAAto/XC6V0IqZ9Oo/s400/Photo1079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456147957343169906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghpytA1aI/AAAAAAAAAtg/dRji9P9s8Y8/s1600/24543_383335844548_843209548_3693873_6513856_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghpytA1aI/AAAAAAAAAtg/dRji9P9s8Y8/s400/24543_383335844548_843209548_3693873_6513856_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456147950428280226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghpRA66tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/pa0xv4fyqqM/s1600/24543_383335839548_843209548_3693872_7710881_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghpRA66tI/AAAAAAAAAtY/pa0xv4fyqqM/s400/24543_383335839548_843209548_3693872_7710881_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456147941384973010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*screams* Finally the Antonians reunited again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me tell you what I did while I was there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Read book.[Yeah,I bring book there.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Stroll down the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Ate Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And the best part was it was full moon on Friday's night and the skies was cover up by stars. The sound of waves was so peaceful. Everything there was peaceful. Nature,is peaceful[insert so many smiley faces] I slept at 3 in morning,and wake up at around 8 plus. Than around 9 plus,all of us go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Reached home,Nenek Qi[Pei Qi] text me,she asked me out. Hannah was sick,so Pei Qi,Arif and I visit her. Get well soon,Hannah! After visiting Hannah,both of them accompany me go Lee Bee Enterprise[don't ask me why.] Than head to the library and study! Than go home!!! I'm tired. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/s:I met Wan at East Coast Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4840800132108556878?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4840800132108556878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/east-coast-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4840800132108556878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4840800132108556878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/east-coast-park.html' title='East Coast Park!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7ghqiP6hoI/AAAAAAAAAtw/n3Px-ImLybY/s72-c/SNC00145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1430289252384451822</id><published>2010-04-01T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:44:02.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second chances.'/><title type='text'>Lets just look at the blue sky and do nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7RkbMYwHQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BtD-A9UAt0k/s1600/ballo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7RkbMYwHQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BtD-A9UAt0k/s400/ballo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455095466996800770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="quote long"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“In life, there are 4 things you can’t get back:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the stone after the throw, the word after it’s said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the action after it’s done, and the time after it has passed… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; So be careful of what you throw, of what you speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; of what you do, and of what you let pass by…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;It's okay,it's alright,I put the pain away and let it slide. I'm gonna turn around and let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;But you look at me as if you giving me hopes,so tell me how am I gonna move on? Just when I thought I won't regret making that choice. Just when I thought that I will be stronger without you. I don't know if the word "strong" ever exist in my dictionary. All I'm asking for was to roll back the clock. You won't always get second chance. And if you did get that second chance,than you're one lucky person,treasure it and don't repeat the same mistakes. Time,show me the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1430289252384451822?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1430289252384451822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-just-look-at-blue-sky-and-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1430289252384451822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1430289252384451822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-just-look-at-blue-sky-and-do.html' title='Lets just look at the blue sky and do nothing.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S7RkbMYwHQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BtD-A9UAt0k/s72-c/ballo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-6427541229329207355</id><published>2010-03-27T11:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:40:07.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What did you say about taking chances?'/><title type='text'>Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S62DUW0F3EI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QuOWEg_Gc98/s1600/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S62DUW0F3EI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QuOWEg_Gc98/s320/girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453159109560228930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart,and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;can sing it back to you,when you have forgotten the words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They are the awesomest grilfriends I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who are always there to entertain my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who listen to every chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who witnessed me crying and lend their shoulders for me.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who gave me a hug to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who whisper words to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who forgive all my mistakes and just want the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones who accept me and love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I love them,and I treasure this friendship of ours.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S62EDf9YNDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/cpXRl2Pu0yo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S62EDf9YNDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/cpXRl2Pu0yo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453159919468950578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Take that chance you've been considering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm proud of myself,because I pour my entirely heart out with my awesome girlfriends yesterday. I felt all better now. As what Fatin says: We keep things to ourselves. But soon,you will open up,once you find the right time. And yesterday,was the right time to let them know what I've been keeping all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-6427541229329207355?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6427541229329207355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-your-real-friends-will-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6427541229329207355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/6427541229329207355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/only-your-real-friends-will-tell-you.html' title='Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S62DUW0F3EI/AAAAAAAAAs4/QuOWEg_Gc98/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-343508470625142615</id><published>2010-03-25T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:26:28.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be my moon.'/><title type='text'>If you have no more tears left to weep, then don’t weep. Laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6soCzgZGlI/AAAAAAAAAso/CtQFzhGLGHk/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6soCzgZGlI/AAAAAAAAAso/CtQFzhGLGHk/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452495802513037906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Be soft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do not let the world make you hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do not let the pain make you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do not let the bitterness steal away your sweetness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Take pride even though the rest of the world may disagree,you still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;it to be a beautiful place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm no longer having trouble to sleep at night,I'm no longer reading during Maths,Chemistry and Malay. I'm no longer singing in class. I'm no longer sleeping in class. I'm no longer wasting my money over food. I'm no longer crying at night. I'm no longer cutting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bottom line: My life has been better now. I learned my mistakes and not gonna repeat it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But...I'm still having trouble to move forward in life. I'm still stuck in the past. I'm still depending on time to heal. But,time is not coorperating with me. I'm not fully heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-343508470625142615?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/343508470625142615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-have-no-more-tears-left-to-weep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/343508470625142615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/343508470625142615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-have-no-more-tears-left-to-weep.html' title='If you have no more tears left to weep, then don’t weep. Laugh.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6soCzgZGlI/AAAAAAAAAso/CtQFzhGLGHk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8322676644599271287</id><published>2010-03-20T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T12:50:18.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need time to heal me.'/><title type='text'>Off to Vivo with 6G's girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRmy5TdnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6SwFqz2eCK8/s1600-h/P190310_17.09%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRmy5TdnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6SwFqz2eCK8/s320/P190310_17.09%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450571175964145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRmtY_yaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ztp2tw45XjM/s1600-h/P190310_17.12%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRmtY_yaI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ztp2tw45XjM/s320/P190310_17.12%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450571174486460834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRRIdPjmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/IkIYM-7hEB0/s1600-h/P190310_17.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRRIdPjmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/IkIYM-7hEB0/s320/P190310_17.13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570803794906722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRQsl3dWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9El9jqxFZu0/s1600-h/P190310_16.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRQsl3dWI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9El9jqxFZu0/s320/P190310_16.30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570796314883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRQVE3VfI/AAAAAAAAAsA/aBjO2k7q8Cw/s1600-h/P190310_16.29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRQVE3VfI/AAAAAAAAAsA/aBjO2k7q8Cw/s320/P190310_16.29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570790002447858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRP-9AFRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/RJss-bJThiY/s1600-h/P190310_16.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRP-9AFRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/RJss-bJThiY/s320/P190310_16.27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570784063886610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRPSmmWfI/AAAAAAAAArw/TE-0-wbvi_U/s1600-h/P190310_16.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRPSmmWfI/AAAAAAAAArw/TE-0-wbvi_U/s320/P190310_16.26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450570772158765554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="quote short"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“I give myself a good cry if I need it, but&lt;br /&gt;then I concentrate on all good things still in my life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yesterday,off to Vivo with 6G's'07 girls. Hanis make me laugh so hard yesterday,that whenever I see her face,I burst out laughing. It was fun hanging out with them:) Meet up again soon okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8322676644599271287?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8322676644599271287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-vivo-with-6gs-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8322676644599271287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8322676644599271287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/off-to-vivo-with-6gs-girls.html' title='Off to Vivo with 6G&apos;s girls.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6RRmy5TdnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/6SwFqz2eCK8/s72-c/P190310_17.09%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4683689893518761904</id><published>2010-03-18T13:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:51:25.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am trying.'/><title type='text'>Pick yourself up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6G9UD4zivI/AAAAAAAAAro/Dwi3M0gzYyc/s1600-h/balance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6G9UD4zivI/AAAAAAAAAro/Dwi3M0gzYyc/s320/balance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449845176433609458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When life knocks you over,don't just lay sprawled on the floor and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;cry your guts out. Pick yourself up. That's what friends are for,they help you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;pick yourself up,but you have to count on yourself and be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4683689893518761904?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4683689893518761904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/pick-yourself-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4683689893518761904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4683689893518761904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/pick-yourself-up.html' title='Pick yourself up.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S6G9UD4zivI/AAAAAAAAAro/Dwi3M0gzYyc/s72-c/balance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4735266261580126215</id><published>2010-03-15T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:01:36.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fly higher than higher'/><title type='text'>Time is how we heal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S53hHT8KhqI/AAAAAAAAArg/dYq6OKyXEHM/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S53hHT8KhqI/AAAAAAAAArg/dYq6OKyXEHM/s320/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448758639916123810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As long as you feel like you're doing the right thing,then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;in the long run,that's all that's gonna matter.Because you're the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that has to lie awake at night alone in bed and think about your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And if you have compromised your life,you'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;YOG countdown was ____. All I do was clapped my hands,cheer for the mayor,the dance that they taught us,and secretly went to Cheers when we supposed to visit the booth that they set up. Haha! Than I bumped into Abg Amir:P Than the countdown ends at 12,and Renie,Nurin,Dasfina and myself window-shopping plus eating Hot-Fudge Sundae while waiting for Arif. We wait for that Mat Rep for two hours-.-. Seriously,he owe us big time. We go to Harvey Norman,than courts than back to Harvey Norman as Arif want to buy a Mp3. Than afterwards,Renie,Arif and myself trained to IMM as Renie want to search for Pipe's and Fatin's birthday present. Than Isk,joined us and the four of us continue to search for the present. Than after that me and Renie decide to play hide-and-seek and the boys continue to walked without realizing that Renie and myself was'nt there. Hah! Than Arif called me and than Renie and myself joined them and than we head to Bagus,as the boys are hungry. So the guys ordered and ate while me and Renie sat at another tables far from the boys and me and Renie talk2. Than around 5 plus,we decided to go home. Arif and I  say goodbye to Renie and Isk and off to interchange to train home. So overall,I had a great Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Today,I had to force myself to school as we got Netball match against Christ Church. Guess what?! We won!!!!!!!!!! The scored was 32:9. This time around,we trashed other schools and not the other way around. Awesome!!! I want to say thank you to Vivian,Yi Ting,Noora,Nadiah,Fatin,Fifah,Lala,Kai Yi and Shiqin[did I miss anyone?] for playing your best until the last whistle was blown:) And I wanna say thank you to Nabeelah and Shirley for coming down:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4735266261580126215?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4735266261580126215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-is-how-we-heal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4735266261580126215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4735266261580126215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-is-how-we-heal.html' title='Time is how we heal.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S53hHT8KhqI/AAAAAAAAArg/dYq6OKyXEHM/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3955133215154863187</id><published>2010-03-13T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:30:06.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No more tears.'/><title type='text'>Light and darkness are eternal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S5sQfR9ptsI/AAAAAAAAArY/5qqNaD3-AME/s1600-h/tumblr_kwf2ij2d5o1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S5sQfR9ptsI/AAAAAAAAArY/5qqNaD3-AME/s320/tumblr_kwf2ij2d5o1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447966303818725058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got back my result,not satisfied. I fail 3 subjects:Malay[D7],Maths[U] and Combined Humanities[U]. My daddy lecture me about my results,I got tired nodding everything he said,so I change subjects saying that I want acoustic guitar,and he frowned-.- Holidays finally arrived.I'm gonna hardcore study and read more malay books and malay newspaper-.-I also need to go jogging to build up my stamina and lose weight. I'm gonna meet my Jwps friends during the one-week break too:D Speaking of Jwps,one of my friend,Wan transfer school and now he's same school as me! Awesome! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my last day of school at school with Hannah,Fifah,Pei Qi,Atrisya,Natsayiah,Nurin,Sumirah and Fateha.Had a gossip session with Hannah than we play guitar.Hannah got to go for Tchouckball[?],so in the end,Pei Qi,Fifah and myself fight over the guitar. Haha! Than around 5 plus,me and pipe head to Jp. We walk around until 6.30,than go home. Than I go guitar lesson. The teacher told me that I improve,I told him that my guitar is out of tune,and he told me to bring my guitar next lesson and he help me to tune the guitar:D Awesome! I need to save money to buy Capo and Guitar Tuner. See? My life is perfect. I love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3955133215154863187?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3955133215154863187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/light-and-darkness-are-eternal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3955133215154863187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3955133215154863187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/light-and-darkness-are-eternal.html' title='Light and darkness are eternal.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S5sQfR9ptsI/AAAAAAAAArY/5qqNaD3-AME/s72-c/tumblr_kwf2ij2d5o1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8213086157775251428</id><published>2010-03-09T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:13:08.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let the thought wonder.'/><title type='text'>You gotta learn to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S5ZDyDVAYGI/AAAAAAAAArI/KAGh0v2cu4A/s1600-h/cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S5ZDyDVAYGI/AAAAAAAAArI/KAGh0v2cu4A/s320/cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446615326517125218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm not gonna fall into the same hole all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm not gonna waste my tears over the same thing all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm not.I'm not.I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm supposed to revise for my FN test tomorrow. And here I am,blogging. Btw today is Cap b'dae!!!!! Happy b'dae Cap! Dh bsr dierq:) haha.. Well today I spend my afternoon at Fico's. Now,i'm currently chatting with my Jwps friends,planning a gathering.Haha,i miss em:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8213086157775251428?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8213086157775251428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-gotta-learn-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8213086157775251428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8213086157775251428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-gotta-learn-to-let-go.html' title='You gotta learn to let go.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S5ZDyDVAYGI/AAAAAAAAArI/KAGh0v2cu4A/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-2604539439132151106</id><published>2010-03-03T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:43:13.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room for improvement.'/><title type='text'>If you're feeling blue,try painting different colours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S44o2AMPIYI/AAAAAAAAArA/y8xxxPvw8pY/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S44o2AMPIYI/AAAAAAAAArA/y8xxxPvw8pY/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444333907766878594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aren't the heartbreaking days always the most beautiful ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;First of all,I want to wish my daddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Daddy,I love you and I will fulfill all your wishes upon me. Daddy,you watch how I grow up,you tolerate all my nonsense,you love to lecture me,you always tell me to pursue my dreams and not to give up.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks for everything you did for me Daddy,you know I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Second,I fail my physics test,and I have to take the physics re-test just now,hopefully,I pass this test this time. I fail two of my malay test-.- Asyraf,the guy who sat beside me,laugh at my marks-.-It's okay Wanie,one day,you will laugh at his marks.I pass my Chemistry test but I was not satisfied with my marks.Still waiting for my Maths Test. Wanie,this is what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; get for reading,when the teacher is teaching. So,I will try my best not to read in class and pay attention starting from tomorrow.Wait,I will read only during LV lesson. I'm tired getting unsatisfied marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's time to change Wanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-2604539439132151106?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2604539439132151106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-feeling-bluetry-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2604539439132151106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2604539439132151106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-feeling-bluetry-painting.html' title='If you&apos;re feeling blue,try painting different colours.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S44o2AMPIYI/AAAAAAAAArA/y8xxxPvw8pY/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5592573282117198531</id><published>2010-02-27T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:22:17.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You will cry so hard when you read this book.'/><title type='text'>We make mistakes,we're not perfect,any of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S4i1u2tKQ8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/JjFZ8bhRABM/s1600-h/the-last-song-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S4i1u2tKQ8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/JjFZ8bhRABM/s320/the-last-song-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442799966240785346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes you have to be apart from someone you love,but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;that doesn't mean that you love them any less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes,you even make sure you love them more-Inspire by The last song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The last song is the first book who make an impact on my life. I learn a lot of stuff from reading that book.And now,I just can't wait to catch that movie. Syafiq,ask me why I love reading so much.I told him that reading makes me happy.And he frowned-.- I'm glad that I'm not the only bookworm in 3n2:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5592573282117198531?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5592573282117198531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-make-mistakeswere-not-perfectany-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5592573282117198531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5592573282117198531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-make-mistakeswere-not-perfectany-of.html' title='We make mistakes,we&apos;re not perfect,any of us.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S4i1u2tKQ8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/JjFZ8bhRABM/s72-c/the-last-song-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9010107757449833721</id><published>2010-02-19T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:06:39.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='least expected.'/><title type='text'>Reading too much makes me happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S35Qn6YxW_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/PgtlXBjTs84/s1600-h/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S35Qn6YxW_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/PgtlXBjTs84/s320/castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439874046528412658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My fantasy world make me who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just finish reading a book entitled "Handle With Care". This time around,I read a book that ends differently. Usually,I closed a book that I finished reading with a smile plaster on my face. But this time,I closed a book without a smile but tears. Willow,who got a disease called Osteogenesis Imperfecta,finally touch happiness,all her  problems solved,her sister who is bulimic and always cut finally change into herself again,her parents who always fought,finally stop,her father who wanted a divorce,finally change his mind,her family who almost tearing up,finally gather again,but than something bad happened to Willow,and Willow was dead. Imagine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My point was,even books doesn't end with a happy ending. Just like life. Happy endings are not guaranteed,so live to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9010107757449833721?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9010107757449833721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/reading-too-much-makes-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9010107757449833721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9010107757449833721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/reading-too-much-makes-me-happy.html' title='Reading too much makes me happy.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S35Qn6YxW_I/AAAAAAAAAqw/PgtlXBjTs84/s72-c/castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-2799735400503658320</id><published>2010-02-15T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:38:21.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Because i forget about reality.'/><title type='text'>Wake up and inhaled the fresh air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3jJthxsbrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1b3SO4la9II/s1600-h/tumblr_ku6ou5bzgx1qaumgqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3jJthxsbrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1b3SO4la9II/s320/tumblr_ku6ou5bzgx1qaumgqo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438318334047973042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.So,love the people who treat&lt;br /&gt;you right and forget about the ones who don't. And believe that everything&lt;br /&gt;happens for a reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance,take it.&lt;br /&gt;If it changes your life,let it.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said that it would be easy...&lt;br /&gt;They just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3jLnf2LlPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8N42YaGiibk/s1600-h/tumblr_ktmknoNlhl1qzzb83o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3jLnf2LlPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8N42YaGiibk/s320/tumblr_ktmknoNlhl1qzzb83o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320429473961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If living in a real world was a tragic,than live in a fantasy. Cause in fantasy,nothing will hurt you.You have eternal happiness. Every dream of yours will came true. But than again,you can't live in a fantasy world forever. Once in awhile,you have to get out from your comfort zone.You have to face reality. It's a pain,but that's what we called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-2799735400503658320?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2799735400503658320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/wake-up-and-inhaled-fresh-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2799735400503658320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2799735400503658320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/wake-up-and-inhaled-fresh-air.html' title='Wake up and inhaled the fresh air.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3jJthxsbrI/AAAAAAAAAqg/1b3SO4la9II/s72-c/tumblr_ku6ou5bzgx1qaumgqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4863749339822786463</id><published>2010-02-12T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:00:58.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never ever wonder.'/><title type='text'>Never wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3UU4MJfVTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pY25W1lFW-U/s1600-h/tumblr_ktla2bp7qp1qzo9kbo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3UU4MJfVTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pY25W1lFW-U/s320/tumblr_ktla2bp7qp1qzo9kbo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437275080685999410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Now,look at me,I'm alone,without you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As per usual,me and Anaqi was talking "crap" on History class today,here's the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Anaqi:Wanie,the primary school girl!&lt;br /&gt;Wanie:Yeah,I'm the primary school girl who doesn't know that love can be this hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Conversation was cut,you don't have to know the whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I didn't know love can be this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hurtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4863749339822786463?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4863749339822786463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4863749339822786463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4863749339822786463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-wonder.html' title='Never wonder.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S3UU4MJfVTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pY25W1lFW-U/s72-c/tumblr_ktla2bp7qp1qzo9kbo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-369186463873224687</id><published>2010-02-06T13:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:43:42.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends is part of my life.'/><title type='text'>Best friends and my sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S20HOEZ3fRI/AAAAAAAAApo/6CYetrFP7hI/s1600-h/7030_1161769175907_1578150596_408821_2464084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S20HOEZ3fRI/AAAAAAAAApo/6CYetrFP7hI/s320/7030_1161769175907_1578150596_408821_2464084_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435008263587855634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2n2'09,I  really miss this class. I miss last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S20F4B8kLzI/AAAAAAAAApg/EIYeNStYoxc/s1600-h/7030_1161769055904_1578150596_408818_3382195_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S20F4B8kLzI/AAAAAAAAApg/EIYeNStYoxc/s320/7030_1161769055904_1578150596_408818_3382195_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435006785459334962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Afiq,you and I face the same problems. Which means,I understand how exactly you feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But,you are stronger than me,well I'm the opposite. Be happy,don't be sad. I will be there to be your listening ear and shoulder to cry on. I will support you in whatever you do,best friend:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z9IaddTyI/AAAAAAAAApY/4-mRD7fJc9k/s1600-h/22672_1353178470743_1269847191_1025025_4114895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z9IaddTyI/AAAAAAAAApY/4-mRD7fJc9k/s320/22672_1353178470743_1269847191_1025025_4114895_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434997171313004322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls[picture above] whom I called sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z9INgDjrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3jyx4Au6Y0A/s1600-h/22672_1353154670148_1269847191_1024914_1336287_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z9INgDjrI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3jyx4Au6Y0A/s320/22672_1353154670148_1269847191_1024914_1336287_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434997167834238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8VQAszdI/AAAAAAAAApI/t11VAaA4YxA/s1600-h/22672_1353154430142_1269847191_1024913_3906568_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8VQAszdI/AAAAAAAAApI/t11VAaA4YxA/s320/22672_1353154430142_1269847191_1024913_3906568_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434996292334702034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8VGWiZgI/AAAAAAAAApA/A6uMy1n5GZ4/s1600-h/22672_1353154150135_1269847191_1024912_7892742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8VGWiZgI/AAAAAAAAApA/A6uMy1n5GZ4/s320/22672_1353154150135_1269847191_1024912_7892742_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434996289741940226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8U99E-DI/AAAAAAAAAo4/sSeRED6Qs9Y/s1600-h/22672_1353162230337_1269847191_1024953_708335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8U99E-DI/AAAAAAAAAo4/sSeRED6Qs9Y/s320/22672_1353162230337_1269847191_1024953_708335_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434996287487670322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8UsDrdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/dj4dhFuF3AE/s1600-h/22672_1353177710724_1269847191_1025021_1764147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2z8UsDrdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/dj4dhFuF3AE/s320/22672_1353177710724_1269847191_1025021_1764147_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434996282683520658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When it hurts to look back and your scared to look ahead you can look beside  you and your best friends will be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This is why I love my life so much. Whenever,I felt down,alone,those girls will definitely cheer me up.Whenever I'm facing a big problems,those girls will be my listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. Whenever I make mistakes,those girls will correct them and encourage me. Thanks girls,you guys make my day yesterday. They are part of my life,and I love how we understands each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; You guys whom I called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SISTERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-369186463873224687?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/369186463873224687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-friends-and-my-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/369186463873224687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/369186463873224687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-friends-and-my-sisters.html' title='Best friends and my sisters'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S20HOEZ3fRI/AAAAAAAAApo/6CYetrFP7hI/s72-c/7030_1161769175907_1578150596_408821_2464084_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1269605982691304326</id><published>2010-01-29T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:20:30.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time after time'/><title type='text'>No looking back,just keep walking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2KY_Dkk9_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/gwatfJY6ZWk/s1600-h/6728-1141846517853-1578150596-352839-7443690-n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2KY_Dkk9_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/gwatfJY6ZWk/s320/6728-1141846517853-1578150596-352839-7443690-n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432072309620144114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2KX5LiPd2I/AAAAAAAAAog/7-BQYd_wjKE/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2KX5LiPd2I/AAAAAAAAAog/7-BQYd_wjKE/s320/DSC03699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432071109166987106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrzcMtCqBLM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrzcMtCqBLM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep walking straight,don't ever look back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever regret the choice that you choose.&lt;br /&gt;All,you need is just time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have you thought that you choose the wrong choice? Have you ever stop from walking straight and look back? Have you thought that life sucks? Have you?&lt;br /&gt;People,what past is past. You can't change any of those bittersweet moments.Let the past become a lesson for you. Forget the past and move on. Don't said that life sucks. Life is what you make it. You are blind when you said that life ain't perfect. Hey,look around you. Can't you see the beauty of the world? Well...I can. If I can,why can't you? If you felt that your world has shattered like broken glass,believe that one day,all the broken pieces will match up into one again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All you need is just time to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1269605982691304326?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1269605982691304326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-looking-backjust-keep-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1269605982691304326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1269605982691304326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-looking-backjust-keep-walking.html' title='No looking back,just keep walking.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S2KY_Dkk9_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/gwatfJY6ZWk/s72-c/6728-1141846517853-1578150596-352839-7443690-n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8978483207935930015</id><published>2010-01-22T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:07:39.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just erase them.'/><title type='text'>Is a empty frame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Now all that left is just a picture of you that will never bring you back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-I wanna scream all my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna meet someone that I can talk my entirely heart out,that I can tell that someone that everything's is not okay.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna say what's in my heart that left unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna show the true me.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna feel confidence enough,so that I can stood up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you people can see,I want a bunch of things that I know that it will never happen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stupid aren't I?&lt;/span&gt; I want things that will never happen,so why waste time believing on them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8978483207935930015?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8978483207935930015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-empty-frame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8978483207935930015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8978483207935930015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-empty-frame.html' title='Is a empty frame.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-421445027837453949</id><published>2010-01-16T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:55:16.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update:)'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S1F74ekJsnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Mh0xgBVwJMc/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S1F74ekJsnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Mh0xgBVwJMc/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427255236165743218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am not anyone wildest dream,but I will stand behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and be someone to fall back on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School was stressful. I don't understand a single thing about Chemistry,Physics,Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;and History. I need help on those subjects. *sigh* Hmm..let's move on to other topics:)&lt;br /&gt;Today I go to the library for the Merit Bursary thing. When I arrive,I was like a little lost girl,but than the ushers assign me to my seat. I sat beside Harris,the boy who don't really talk much in class. Than got another jwps friend of mine sat beside me. I forgot his name but I remember his face and every single thing he did to me during my primary school time. Than I talk2 with him and Harris sat there quietly-.- Infront of me was another two girls from my primary school. Than at the far end,I spotted Mulia from our school,Fatin,Eana and Clinton my primary school friends:) haha..Than I received the cheque,than go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Zone is on Monday people! Wish the jurongville netballer good luck! And I'm leaving class at 12.30 on monday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-421445027837453949?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/421445027837453949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/421445027837453949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/421445027837453949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S1F74ekJsnI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Mh0xgBVwJMc/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9103856719145608463</id><published>2010-01-10T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:48:43.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balloon+singing+dancing around=random'/><title type='text'>Cca Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_7LcFWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oKBei_lrH0o/s1600-h/22172_1327338784767_1269847191_955870_2557967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_7LcFWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oKBei_lrH0o/s320/22172_1327338784767_1269847191_955870_2557967_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424995867710723426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_jVRPjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/EkiISCJAUJE/s1600-h/22172_1327336224703_1269847191_955854_2313348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_jVRPjI/AAAAAAAAAoA/EkiISCJAUJE/s320/22172_1327336224703_1269847191_955854_2313348_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424995861309505074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is what happens when you 'reunite'  with your best-girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_fwOKoI/AAAAAAAAAn4/M_0QM2745Og/s1600-h/22172_1327333664639_1269847191_955837_7351161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_fwOKoI/AAAAAAAAAn4/M_0QM2745Og/s320/22172_1327333664639_1269847191_955837_7351161_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424995860348807810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_CENHeI/AAAAAAAAAnw/D7ddVoX9d5Q/s1600-h/22172_1327330624563_1269847191_955816_7262528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_CENHeI/AAAAAAAAAnw/D7ddVoX9d5Q/s320/22172_1327330624563_1269847191_955816_7262528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424995852379561442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0-z6yD6I/AAAAAAAAAno/QrI1ZOE2WnM/s1600-h/22172_1327330544561_1269847191_955815_2798156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0-z6yD6I/AAAAAAAAAno/QrI1ZOE2WnM/s320/22172_1327330544561_1269847191_955815_2798156_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424995848581943202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;As you can see,we need a new poles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CCA Fair was insane! Me and my best-girlfriends did random things when we were suppose to do our duty,which was giving out flyer,usher the sec 1's to our booth and etc.. It was a relieved to 'reunite' with my girls again:) Things are back to normal again:) And I bought a new book:) Thanks fatin for the help,you are the best!!!! Pipe,don't forget to lent me the bandslam. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9103856719145608463?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9103856719145608463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9103856719145608463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9103856719145608463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/cca-fair.html' title='Cca Fair'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/S0l0_7LcFWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oKBei_lrH0o/s72-c/22172_1327338784767_1269847191_955870_2557967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-2033358251255795817</id><published>2010-01-06T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:42:42.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still waiting...'/><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;School was school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Finally get to see my girls. Miss them lerr.But we don't really hang out much due to Fatin,Fifah and myself got the Sec 1's orientation stuff. So yeah. Today was rearrange table,and I sat beside Yu cheng,infront of me was Sumirah! I sat by the window!! Confirm my eyes will look outside. Today was a blast!! The sec 1's orientation was at 2 and it ends at 4. Than got debrief until 5-.- Than go netball training. Tired seyy. We do fitness and such. Now i'm tired. Waiting for Ming Aung to reply me. But still no results! Walau Ming Aung! Hurry up lahh!! I wanna sleep!!!! Tomorrow got camp,haven't pack my bag. Hope I won't forget anything important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-2033358251255795817?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2033358251255795817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2033358251255795817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/2033358251255795817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-172217300032460043</id><published>2010-01-04T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:44:22.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If you would just realise that I exist.'/><title type='text'>Why is it so hard for me to forget you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It don't matter what I try to do cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I keep on forgetting to forget about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to think about you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,there's no 'real' meaning to that word. If you ask around,you will end up get different answers.Don't ask me what is my defination on that word.  Cause I'm really tired of it. I don't want to talk about my first day of school too. But it was a relieved when I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Today's was not awesome,not good,but it was *no word to describe* Screw you! For ruining my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-172217300032460043?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/172217300032460043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-is-it-so-hard-for-me-to-forget-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/172217300032460043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/172217300032460043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-is-it-so-hard-for-me-to-forget-you.html' title='Why is it so hard for me to forget you?'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8733518823540588443</id><published>2010-01-02T15:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:03:57.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year=new me'/><title type='text'>Past is a lesson,forgive but don't forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sz77wn-wV4I/AAAAAAAAAng/SKqL9LrNYSo/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sz77wn-wV4I/AAAAAAAAAng/SKqL9LrNYSo/s320/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422047814185146242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;" class="sqq"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal.Live this day as if it were your last.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed. So live to fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Goodbye 2009,Hello 2010!!!!! Wow,time fly fast.&lt;br /&gt;Well..my New Year Resolutions is....&lt;br /&gt;-lose weights! As i got junk in my trunk-.-&lt;br /&gt;-have lots of confidents in me.&lt;br /&gt;-by the month of June,I will have &gt;$50 in my hands,which means can't spend my pocket money on food and stuff that are so not important.&lt;br /&gt;-Improve on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;-learn to play Justin Bieber and Catch by Demi Lovato on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;-be independent.&lt;br /&gt;-cut down buying chocolate waffles especially prima deli one.&lt;br /&gt;-help others to find inner and outer beauty.&lt;br /&gt;-cut down on drinking cold beverage.&lt;br /&gt;-go jogging regularly.&lt;br /&gt;-stop being irratating towards anaqi.&lt;br /&gt;-stop shouting like mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..wow..that's alot. Arif been so eager to know what are my resolutions and he kept telling me that he's the fairy-.- So Arif,the fairy godfather,if my wishes didn't came true,I will bite your head off. As what Tabitha and Charles said"Stick to your resolutions people"&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i wonder whether I can stick to my resolutions. Tommorow,school starts people!&lt;br /&gt;No more sleeping late,No more being lazy,it's time for us to work our ass off people!  Haish..Remember to wake up early! Haish..i'm so not ready for school. Oh yeah,if you notice my fringe is short on the picture above,because my bestie Sufiqa cut/trim my fringe!! It's crazy and insane. Sakina was trying to control me from being crazy and Sufiqa was like laughing so hard. I looveeeee the both of them v.much:) And congrats to Syafiqah Erfatin for opening your family jamming studio:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8733518823540588443?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8733518823540588443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/past-is-lessonforgive-but-dont-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8733518823540588443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8733518823540588443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/past-is-lessonforgive-but-dont-forget.html' title='Past is a lesson,forgive but don&apos;t forget.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sz77wn-wV4I/AAAAAAAAAng/SKqL9LrNYSo/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-196023149776669844</id><published>2009-12-30T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:38:44.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Shopping with Mummy and Lil'bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVbFl2NaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mV0DbkgTVBQ/s1600-h/SNC00100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVbFl2NaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mV0DbkgTVBQ/s320/SNC00100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421020500316272034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVajYgI_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xMhEW4F_ac4/s1600-h/SNC00099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVajYgI_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xMhEW4F_ac4/s320/SNC00099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421020491133494258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVaPPzLDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/FoItueaovS4/s1600-h/SNC00096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVaPPzLDI/AAAAAAAAAnI/FoItueaovS4/s320/SNC00096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421020485728283698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVZnDwT5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/bDkmeX90mcA/s1600-h/SNC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVZnDwT5I/AAAAAAAAAnA/bDkmeX90mcA/s320/SNC00094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421020474940346258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVZD1jICI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bEqlkw5Ejjc/s1600-h/SNC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVZD1jICI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bEqlkw5Ejjc/s320/SNC00092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421020465485520930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;See the photo above,it's a christmas's tree made of recycle plastic bottles:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Beautiful isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blogger is finally cooperating with me:) Today,was hunting-for-school-stuff-with-mummy-and little brother -day!&lt;br /&gt;We head to Anchor point first,as I want to hunt for Billabong Wallet. Unfortunately,no stock-.-. Than go visit cotton on for awhile. Than we head to town. Than eat at mac. I ate McSpicy! Hehe. Cravings over people! Haha. Than after town,we go jp. Finally,I bought Nike School Bag. It's Black,it's simple:) Than Lil'bro got jealous,so we go OP. He bought whole package of his school stuff. Than we go Wallet shop,and tadaa..i bought myself a Billabong Wallet! Than we go popular. Than home:) I'm tired!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-196023149776669844?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/196023149776669844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-with-mummy-and-lilbro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/196023149776669844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/196023149776669844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-with-mummy-and-lilbro.html' title='Shopping with Mummy and Lil&apos;bro'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SztVbFl2NaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mV0DbkgTVBQ/s72-c/SNC00100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3987385170718182204</id><published>2009-12-28T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:53:07.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Congrats Sezairi:)'/><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Grand Finale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06j9YyoTeGQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06j9YyoTeGQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, you might think the whole world is against you, but if you never stop believing, miracles can happen.It happened to me.-Sezairi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wak Nen's family came to my house yesterday,after our parents talk2,all of us headed to NTU to play street soccer there. Bonding with cousins lahh kann. Overall,it was ok.Than around 7 plus,all of us went back to my house to watch Singapore Idol. Wak Nen's and family stayed until results show.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,People,please be kind enough to watch the video above.It's an awesome video made by Isked.&lt;br /&gt;Sezairi won yesterday! Congrats Sezairi!! Syiqin and myself was voting like crazy yesterday. Charice performance was awesome! Finally get to see Tabby,Malaque,Faizal,Farhan,Duane and Mae perform yesterday. I miss watching them performing on stage. Taufik was wow! Touched by an angel written by Uncle Ken was emotionally awesome! This year Grand Finale was superb! I'm not gonna post much about the Singapore Idol Grand Finale yesterday cause Blogger won't cooperate with me. I can't change my fonts! Nvm.I will edit this posts after this blogger finally cooperate with me:) Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3987385170718182204?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3987385170718182204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3987385170718182204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3987385170718182204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Singapore Idol Grand Finale.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4111600345264571348</id><published>2009-12-24T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:00:58.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmm....'/><title type='text'>I'm back from the Student Leaders camps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The organizing community[Min Aung,Amanda,Pei Yi,Hazel,Siew Min,Peck Fern,Ming Jie,Kun Hong,Fadhil,Haffeq,Wanie,Fatin,Fifah,Mai&amp;amp;Fiqah] need to assemble at the canteen at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;We practise the cheer for only a few minutes,than we slack until lunch time. Fadhil,Haffeq,fiqah,mai,fatin,fifah and myself,go jp banquet for lunch. Than at 1 plus,we go school again than the campers arrived. Blah..blah,,blah.. Night race,was a headache to me. I'm 'John',supposed to be Kun Hong,but idk why I suddenly become that character. Than I have to hide at some parts of the school,it look so damn scary and abondoned. Imagine at night I have to hide there ALONE?! Like wtf. Blah..blah..blah..than at 11 plus,the organizing community got meeting until 1.26 am! Than Fifah,Fatin,Amanda,Pei Yi and myself go bath. It was raining and the water was damn cold that it makes me shiver so hard. Than aft bathing,we settle ourselves at the classroom where we have to sleep. Aft that all of us are hungry,so we go down at eat plus drink the milo. Than around 3 plus,all of us eyes close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wake up around 5 plus. We only sleep for two hours!&lt;br /&gt;Bath&gt;Meeting&gt;Breakfast&gt;Settle down campers at the hall&gt;Games&gt;Breakfast&gt;Games&gt;Than me and mai was like half-sleeping&gt;blah blah blah&gt;Lunch&gt;Blah..blah..Blah&gt;Than 4 plus the campers go home,organizing community stayed&gt;We arrange tables and chairs at the classroom&gt;We clean toilet&gt;Empty the pails&gt;Debrief&gt;Than 5.50 go home&gt;I go umah nenek for celebration Kakak Ayu B'dae which means I have to take train to Marsiling&gt;I took train with Haffeq&gt;We talk2,laugh&gt;Than we both alight at yew tee cause the train we take terminates at yew tee&gt;Than i took another train to Marsling while Haffeq not.&gt;Than celebrate kakak Ayu b'dae&gt;Than 10 plus go home&gt;Than i rest&gt;Than bath&gt;Than close my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wake up at 5.35&gt;Bath&gt;Get ready&gt;Around 6 plus go out&gt;Took train to Boon Lay,I lazy to walk or take bus&gt;Alight Boon Lay,saw a group of boys at the sitting area,due to my tiredness and my poor eyesight,I didn't bother to see who are they,so I walked away&gt;A few minutes later&gt;I received msg from Afiq,saying that i'm arrogant,cause he was waving at me just now at the patform,but ignore him.&gt;Than i told him the reason I didn't spotted him.&gt;Than get reday for my duty which is ushering the parents and sec 1 from the classroom to Hall&gt;Than Hannah,Gabriel,Teck Koon,Fatin,Ismail and myself,slack.We talk2,gossip2&gt;Than Ming Aung came and told us to help downstairs,We did what he told&gt;Me and Fatin help around the uniforms group&gt;Than Azuan told me to do his duty while he help inside&gt;I stand mcm bdk bdh there&gt;Than Azuan laugh at me-.-&gt;Than Izkandar came and talk to me,he told me that my face look alike with Zahid face,he said that we are brothers and sisters-.-&gt;I told him that we're not&gt;Than we debate for awhile&gt;Than Iskandar help on the inside too,so again,I'm alone&gt;Than I disturb Imran for awhile,haha,he so stressed&gt;Than Ming Aung came,and ask me what I'm doing&gt;Than blah..blah..blahh..&gt;After the sec 1 registration,go lunch&gt;than perform&gt;Than talk2&gt;Than prize-giving&gt;Than mass dance&gt;Than debrief&gt;Than cheer for awhile&gt;Than took picture&gt;Than 5.20&gt;We are free to go home or play cling-.-&gt;I meet my mum at jp,so I didnt join to play cling&gt;Met the soccer boys downstairs&gt;Arif,called my name,but I didnt hear&gt;Arif told me i'm slenger bahcen and told me to wear specs,for the first time I agree with him&gt;Met my mum at popular and guess what,there this gatal indian men stalk me,which means,I cannot go to the magazine area&gt;I have to go to my mummy and and told her got gatal indian me follow me&gt;Than she got red&gt;Blah..blah&gt;Than go home!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iskandar,wanie bkn adik kepada Zahid!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4111600345264571348?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4111600345264571348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-from-student-leaders-camps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4111600345264571348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4111600345264571348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-from-student-leaders-camps.html' title='I&apos;m back from the Student Leaders camps!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-9181811998817149557</id><published>2009-12-20T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:24:34.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t want to go camp.'/><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Life won't be perfect without you overcoming an obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Every tears you shed,will make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Every move you make,will bring you to a new chapter of your life-wanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday was a blast! [No picture were taken:(] The Antonia's finally have a gathering! Sadly,only three families[including mine] able to make it yesterday. We meet under my block,Nazifah's family was first to reach. I chit-chat with her for awhile than I go play soccer with the adik-adik. Than i saw a guy wearing a black tees with a red sling bag walking with a gesture I saw before.I started to realise that guy was Angah when he walked pass me. Haha..Than Afiqah's family reached than all of us head to NTU. After settling things out here and there,I go play soccer. Than rest2&gt;eat2&gt;chit-chat&gt;walk2&gt;play soccer again&gt;go toilet&gt;home. I'm v.tired,than tommorow got camp. Haiyo..I hate camps-.-&lt;/span&gt; Now it's already 5 plus and I havent pack my bag. Can don't go??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-9181811998817149557?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9181811998817149557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9181811998817149557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/9181811998817149557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1833398273938539890</id><published>2009-12-18T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:45:41.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='[inserts so many smiley faces]'/><title type='text'>Awesome day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyuO4hhqIpI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JNgcRuVKW8s/s1600-h/Inaaa001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyuO4hhqIpI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JNgcRuVKW8s/s320/Inaaa001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416580078566515346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ignore the blur,we take at lift okay:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today,Sakinah,Sufiqa and myself go to Suntec City as there was a BookFest at there.&lt;br /&gt;The price of the books there was so cheap! You can get a book under $10. Can you believe it? Sakina was doing a seriously shopping there,she bought alot of stuff. I saw my favourite author book at there! I wanna buy,but I only bought $16. Nyahaha..nvm,this Sunday I go there with my mummy:) Sufiqa and me was behaving like kids there and Sakinah was behaving like our mom,she keeps shaking her head. Nyahaha...after book-shopping,we go to Lavender to eat there. The food was superior! Than we go to St-John Headquaters as Sakinah want to buy badge,but unfortunately,the shop was close-.- Than around 5 plus,the three of us head home as I got guitar lesson at 7. And I was damn tired ,feels like not going but push myself too,cause don't want to make my mummy&amp;amp;daddy mad. Guess what?! I don't feel regret going to Guitar Lesson today! The teacher make the three of us laugh our ass off! Haha..we bully the teacher and etc and suddenly,he blurted his age! Haha..it was awesome! And I learn a new song today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bottom Line:Today was awesome! My life is getting better somehow:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My mummy understands me so much!&lt;br /&gt;She's not giving me any curfew when I go out,but of course,I won't take advantage:)&lt;br /&gt;I love you mummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to Abg Amin,Shahiran,Amirul&amp;amp;Nazri!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1833398273938539890?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1833398273938539890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1833398273938539890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1833398273938539890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if.html' title='Awesome day!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyuO4hhqIpI/AAAAAAAAAmw/JNgcRuVKW8s/s72-c/Inaaa001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5408233422599272982</id><published>2009-12-14T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:46:12.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.'/><title type='text'>Without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You played me&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Your love was nothing but a game&lt;br /&gt;Portrayed a role&lt;br /&gt;You took control, I&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but fall&lt;br /&gt;So deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But now I see things clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I wont return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm stronger now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;-Ashley Tisdale[it's alright,it's ok]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After everything we've been through for nine months,I decided to end our love story.&lt;br /&gt;But no,i didn't end it cause of your smoking habit.I end it cause it's the best for me.And I gotta do what's best for me. Leaving you hanging hurt you,so I'm gonna stop hurting you. I'm gonna find my life directions and you should do the same thing. Fly now,fly higher,fly to some place where you can find your own happiness. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Without your love,I'm not gonna be weak,but you'll see I be stronger than ever&lt;/span&gt;.You won't see line marks on my hand anymore. I promise you that. You people want to know what I learn about love for this past nine months? Well,i tell you what I learn,I learn that having a relationships at this age is called&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Monkey Love&lt;/span&gt;. You won't last long with your partner. When it's over between you and your partner,you cried your ass off but than you realize that your tears won't make him come back. So you'll be stronger. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't need boys to make you happy. But you need families,friends,true friends to complete your world&lt;/span&gt;. You guys see my point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5408233422599272982?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5408233422599272982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5408233422599272982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5408233422599272982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/without-you.html' title='Without you.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4179772201199789734</id><published>2009-12-11T07:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:01:24.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGU79T4uMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6M5_Yi357kw/s1600-h/w%5BA%5Dnie000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGU79T4uMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6M5_Yi357kw/s320/w%5BA%5Dnie000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413771984867211458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPiqNlHXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/USBDiGSK69c/s1600-h/P101209_14.46%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPiqNlHXI/AAAAAAAAAmY/USBDiGSK69c/s320/P101209_14.46%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766052685618546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPiWHhvoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/I3X1WIKKFQ4/s1600-h/P101209_14.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPiWHhvoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/I3X1WIKKFQ4/s320/P101209_14.46.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766047291522690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Should recognise that green headband]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPiAYUErI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5iiljj7FJ0k/s1600-h/P101209_14.45%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPiAYUErI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5iiljj7FJ0k/s320/P101209_14.45%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766041456349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPhpnbOWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/z3tsVGXB9Eg/s1600-h/P101209_14.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGPhpnbOWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/z3tsVGXB9Eg/s320/P101209_14.45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413766035345717602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday meet my jwps girlfriends at block 623[the block we use to hang out after school] to plan an outing so called reunion. But we only plan for about 5 minutes. Elly help me to tune my guitar.Thanks again elly:) Than she play 7 things by miley cyrus on the guitar and it was okay. Azwanny left Sufiqa,Elly and myself,cause she have to meet her friend. Than the three of us do random talking. Than around 4 plus,Haniss&amp;amp;Fatin join us.Than all of us talk about twilight and the sagas. Since they haven't read breaking dawn,I have to tell them about it. I was trying so hard to figure out a word to tell them about Renessmee but my mind still blank. So we talk2 about breaking dawn than head to Pioneer Mall mac,as Elly and Haniss want to buy seaweed shaker fries. Than around 5,40,we head home. Overall,today was awesome:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Wednesday&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched new moon!! Like finally,i get to see that awesome movie on the big screen with higher sound quality:) But some sound effect make me jump off my seat and the condition on the theathers,make me shiver so hard although I wear a jacket on. But it was awesome! And my fever seem to cooperate with me:) Haha. And I'm on both teams:) Go Jacob! Go Edward!&lt;/span&gt;[[insert so many smiley faces]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4179772201199789734?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4179772201199789734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4179772201199789734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4179772201199789734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SyGU79T4uMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6M5_Yi357kw/s72-c/w%5BA%5Dnie000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5522852556391671813</id><published>2009-12-08T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:24:05.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home is a strange place for me now.'/><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Home doesn't feel like home anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss my home where I can feel the air cooling,where it was peaceful and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;But now,its gone. I felt like this wasn't my home anymore. Now,all the peaceful surrounding become the opposite. I want my home back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to those who watched my video on the recent post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Much appreciated:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5522852556391671813?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5522852556391671813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5522852556391671813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5522852556391671813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7916139789888189913</id><published>2009-12-06T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T15:46:07.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the date.'/><title type='text'>06/12/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look at the date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Its six december today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But somehow,it seems that this date has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; no &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; reasons behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7916139789888189913?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7916139789888189913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/061209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7916139789888189913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7916139789888189913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/061209.html' title='06/12/09'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8197378570997977370</id><published>2009-12-05T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:18:21.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift of a friend[wanie&apos;s cover]'/><title type='text'>My very first video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/79OxAaEfZWE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/79OxAaEfZWE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey peeps! I just make my very first video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please watch my video and comment on this video on my taggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its' about all my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Watch it! I repeat,watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8197378570997977370?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8197378570997977370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-very-first-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8197378570997977370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8197378570997977370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-very-first-video.html' title='My very first video!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-508536015089716788</id><published>2009-12-03T14:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:16:03.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idols.'/><title type='text'>Singapore idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9Vf793CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FLoy0hvhZ-s/s1600-h/judges+choice+announcement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9Vf793CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FLoy0hvhZ-s/s320/judges+choice+announcement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410931285612682274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Judges choice next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See the three of them reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9VFLIHDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/hyNnC_N9DvU/s1600-h/Dick+chooses+for+Tabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9VFLIHDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/hyNnC_N9DvU/s320/Dick+chooses+for+Tabby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410931278428511282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tabitha Nauser songs chosen by Dick lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9U5Tu4BI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3S3r-AGnBjM/s1600-h/Flo+chooses+for+Airi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9U5Tu4BI/AAAAAAAAAlg/3S3r-AGnBjM/s320/Flo+chooses+for+Airi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410931275243380754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sezairi Sezaili songs chosen by Florence Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9UDEx_QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IilsWpfdS-4/s1600-h/shocked+airi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9UDEx_QI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IilsWpfdS-4/s320/shocked+airi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410931260685155586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hah! Airi's reaction make me curious what songs Flo pick for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9T_iREOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c6W5uTzfQAg/s1600-h/Ken+chooses+for+Sylvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9T_iREOI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/c6W5uTzfQAg/s320/Ken+chooses+for+Sylvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410931259735085282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Slyvia Anne Ratonel songs are chosen by Ken Lim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sylvia reaction and Uncle Ken almost smile face next to it make me laugh so hard till my daddy call me crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but quit calling me crazy after he saw Sylvia face and ask me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Why her face like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And I just kept laughing,while daddy kept frowning at the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Singapore Idol obsession much?&lt;br /&gt;All pictures were taken by sumerr 77 bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;Twilight saga new moon premieres today!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch!!&lt;br /&gt;Pipe,Renie and the boys lets watch it soon yarh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-508536015089716788?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/508536015089716788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/singapore-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/508536015089716788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/508536015089716788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/singapore-idol.html' title='Singapore idol'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/Sxd9Vf793CI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FLoy0hvhZ-s/s72-c/judges+choice+announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3702975552877660263</id><published>2009-12-01T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:31:10.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>Walkathon&amp;The last song..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDUjcXcC2bs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UDUjcXcC2bs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see the trailer above?Its based on a book written by Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;And I found the book at Popular!!&lt;br /&gt;And my mummy bought the book just now for me[&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;insert so many smiley&lt;/span&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;You see? Some things happen when you least expect them to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,was walkathon day,and I don't know if I should regret going or not.&lt;br /&gt;Not that tiring,but got headache at the end of the day-.-&lt;br /&gt;So overall,my day was ok:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3702975552877660263?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3702975552877660263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/walkathon-last-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3702975552877660263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3702975552877660263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/walkathon-last-song.html' title='Walkathon&amp;The last song..'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1312400059898919054</id><published>2009-11-30T09:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:43:56.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post for &apos;a&apos;'/><title type='text'>I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What happens when he's your prince charming, but you're not his Cinderella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You told me how can we find the rainbow when I'm not taking any steps at all,but can't you see I'm walking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yes,I'm walking,but on a different path,a path that leads me to some place where fairytale exists,where "happily ever after" are found,where Cinderella and Rapunzel finally free from the dark and finally found the light in their life. I envied them.Yes,envied,cause I did not live in a world where"happily ever after"exist. So now you see,we both walking on a different path,a path where our heart yearns for.So where did you end up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1312400059898919054?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1312400059898919054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-miss-him-i-miss-who-i-thought-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1312400059898919054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1312400059898919054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-miss-him-i-miss-who-i-thought-he.html' title='I don&apos;t miss him, I miss who I thought he was'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-3067564149722447660</id><published>2009-11-28T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T14:18:55.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Die2 for twilight and the saga&apos;s.'/><title type='text'>New moon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ifamouz.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/8915/1259387322085.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I be on both teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I love Jacob for his sincerity and for his sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I love Edward for his love and understanding towards Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So,I'm on Team Jacob and Team Edward!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifamouz.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/1492/1259388473781c.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If you stay,I don't need heaven-Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;New moon is a must to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-3067564149722447660?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3067564149722447660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3067564149722447660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/3067564149722447660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New moon!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7824347847869528497</id><published>2009-11-25T10:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:06:56.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day by day'/><title type='text'>Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MONDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its a movie-marathon day! Me&amp;amp;my girls go pipe house.[sadly,Renie can't make it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pipe's mommy cooked for us. After eating,we watched movie:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The first movie we watched was "The slit-mouthed women". I dare you people to watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its a Japanese Horror movie.Hell yeah,it damn scary that make the four of us scream our lungs out. So,thanks Lala making us scream:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;After watching that movie,we watched a malay movie entitled "Syurga Cinta".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Two-thumbs up for that movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Than we watched Bring it on:Fight to the finish. I watched that movie lots of times,so it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So the movie-marathon end around six plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fatin,pipe and renie bought for me a lovely dress for my belated present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aww..thanks yeah guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't wanna talk about Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Got friendly-match. Than after friendly-match,go pd and the shop next to it,&lt;br /&gt;they eat,i watched,than after that,I go home,while they go Peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I watch twilight saga new moon on internet,and it was so not satisfying due to the volume and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;lack of quality,so,I skip so many parts,and the ending was [no word to describe it].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It ends with Edward said "Marry me,Bella" and than they stared at each other and than the end.[laugh]. Ok change subject................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I must eat HEALTHY food and drink plenty of water cause of so many reasons,you people don't have to know. [smirk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7824347847869528497?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7824347847869528497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7824347847869528497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7824347847869528497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/monday_25.html' title='Days.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5937125932991473745</id><published>2009-11-24T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:25:44.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwumG_K2YtI/AAAAAAAAAj4/b6Sy_NgofTo/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwumG_K2YtI/AAAAAAAAAj4/b6Sy_NgofTo/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407598416554779346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Peoplel,vote for this two talented people:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5937125932991473745?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5937125932991473745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5937125932991473745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5937125932991473745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/vote.html' title='Vote!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwumG_K2YtI/AAAAAAAAAj4/b6Sy_NgofTo/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-5306202310736934473</id><published>2009-11-20T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:39:48.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Its pink..'/><title type='text'>Blogskins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;[wiggle my eyebrows].&lt;br /&gt;People,how you like my new blogskins?&lt;br /&gt;Its pink!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Well,I got a big help from [kakak] ayu.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-5306202310736934473?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5306202310736934473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogskins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5306202310736934473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/5306202310736934473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogskins.html' title='Blogskins.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4676262326634983718</id><published>2009-11-19T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T15:59:55.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 5.'/><title type='text'>Farewell,Faizal Isa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwT4_pvdb6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qBsqmbA48vk/s1600/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwT4_pvdb6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qBsqmbA48vk/s320/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405719225171799970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxlA_-qHck4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxlA_-qHck4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtwlE_WsZr8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtwlE_WsZr8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sadly,Faizal Isa Singapore Idol journey ended in the top 5.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol will be boring without hearing his voice:(&lt;br /&gt;Farewell,Faizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4676262326634983718?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4676262326634983718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/farewellfaizal-isa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4676262326634983718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4676262326634983718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/farewellfaizal-isa.html' title='Farewell,Faizal Isa..'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwT4_pvdb6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/qBsqmbA48vk/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-423707384732597381</id><published>2009-11-18T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:03:28.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time.'/><title type='text'>New moon news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwOaQCPGPRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_iRfvS1bJdE/s1600/new-moonteasersingapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwOaQCPGPRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_iRfvS1bJdE/s320/new-moonteasersingapore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405333578043505938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forbidden to remember.Terrified to forget.Its a hard line to walk.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              -twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Notice the date on the new moon poster above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I do some research &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"When new moon comes out in Singapore?"&lt;/span&gt; and the answers was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;03.12.09. See how long I have to wait. So I told Syaf[brother bear] about it and he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"kejam kelip,kejam kelip,da 3rd december." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Time,please fly faster&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-423707384732597381?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/423707384732597381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/423707384732597381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/423707384732597381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-news.html' title='New moon news.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SwOaQCPGPRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_iRfvS1bJdE/s72-c/new-moonteasersingapore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-4335784001146822981</id><published>2009-11-12T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:35:03.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol Obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cA9mdl8Vk-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cA9mdl8Vk-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/za3XoqF2cDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/za3XoqF2cDU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX-j5d4mAmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX-j5d4mAmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Awesome dun ya tink??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRRqc23SykQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tRRqc23SykQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVqwaLVIm5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jVqwaLVIm5E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-4335784001146822981?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4335784001146822981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/singapore-idol-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4335784001146822981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/4335784001146822981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/singapore-idol-obsession.html' title='Singapore Idol Obsession.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-8869316680449225184</id><published>2009-11-11T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:43:57.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New artist eyecandy.'/><title type='text'>The Vampire Diaries!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgjV2R5rWZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgjV2R5rWZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Above is a trailer of a tv series entitled:The Vampire Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome dun ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESHdQuEpVpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESHdQuEpVpI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Paul Wesley is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; hotter&lt;/span&gt; than Robert Pattinson!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I found a new artist eyecandy:)&lt;br /&gt;Siti Zulaiha,Robert Pattinson,is all yours,kiterq dahh tkyah gaduh2 laggy:p&lt;br /&gt;And in this series,he plays the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;good guy.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with Vampires stuff..&lt;br /&gt;Yes.obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm currently reading the vampire diaries series.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to collect money to buy the third and fourth book.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not asking mommy and daddy money,cause I'm a good girl:)&lt;br /&gt;Wait,I have to collect money to buy another book,but is not about vampires,&lt;br /&gt;is about twin/sisters that hate each other and don't trust each other.&lt;br /&gt;Summary:I have to collect money to buy 3 books.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So my lovely friends[Renie,Lala,Fatin and Fifah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;please stop trying to make me feel tempted over foods,drinks etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Your friend here is trying to save money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pretty please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-8869316680449225184?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8869316680449225184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampire-diaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8869316680449225184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/8869316680449225184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampire-diaries.html' title='The Vampire Diaries!!'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7584022449806182868</id><published>2009-11-09T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:03:04.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classical.'/><title type='text'>piano&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_TXy97rY8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Two-thumbs up!! Real awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7584022449806182868?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7584022449806182868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/piano3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7584022449806182868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7584022449806182868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/piano3.html' title='piano&lt;3'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-1900178082982764660</id><published>2009-11-07T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:09:58.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tralalala....'/><title type='text'>I can see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SvVEb2XvEhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UJaOsg3wM3U/s1600-h/Picture20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SvVEb2XvEhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UJaOsg3wM3U/s320/Picture20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401298573343003154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All you need is to believe in yourself,believe in god,families and friends&lt;br /&gt;to untie that tight blindfold of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The blindfold that corrupted my eyes is officially been removed! With a clear eyes,I can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;how perfect my life is although there's so many obstacles I have to overcome. Like one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;my friend said "Light and darkness are eternal.". Although I haven't feel what it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;in the presence of light,I can till shine in the dark right? Living in the dark is not that bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I got something in common with Edward&amp;amp;Stefan:)Vampires live in the dark yknow:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ppl,next year I go 3N2!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I same class with Hannah,Hakheem,Hakim,Indra,Afiq,Anaqi,Arif,Hanif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Daryl,Marcia,Mai,Huda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that's all I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yay!!! Same class with Hannah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can get free fashion advice:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-1900178082982764660?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1900178082982764660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1900178082982764660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/1900178082982764660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-see.html' title='I can see.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SvVEb2XvEhI/AAAAAAAAAjU/UJaOsg3wM3U/s72-c/Picture20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7394709948640917677</id><published>2009-10-30T15:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:48:34.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A speech that is hard to forget.'/><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuqoATDww3I/AAAAAAAAAis/2yVN27_ke0M/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuqoATDww3I/AAAAAAAAAis/2yVN27_ke0M/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398311826426479474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You see the gorgeous girl in the photo above?&lt;br /&gt;She's flying to Indonesia tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And today she share with us a goodbye 'speech' while crying&lt;br /&gt;and make the people around her cry so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Gat,Wanie want to apologise to you if I had hurt your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You thought me how to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to let love hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;You flood me with your advices.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly,you thought me about friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;take care honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*           *         *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school and I swear today was the saddest day.&lt;br /&gt;Mervyn thinks I'm weird cause I cried before I get my results.&lt;br /&gt;And the boys in my class laugh cause the girls[including me] cried so bad after we got our results.&lt;br /&gt;Although I fail my maths and did badly in science,I get 2nd position in class.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I beat Daryl for the first time!!! Bluek:p&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Meng Wei for getting promoted to express:D&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all my wonderful friends for getting yourself promoted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to go to gym with my girls but in the end cancel...&lt;br /&gt;cause all of us got no mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7394709948640917677?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7394709948640917677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/ou-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7394709948640917677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7179025005674417513/posts/default/7394709948640917677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myperfectjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/ou-last-day.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>Wani:)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03430804137217699581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuqoATDww3I/AAAAAAAAAis/2yVN27_ke0M/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179025005674417513.post-7342188707837835951</id><published>2009-10-26T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:54:42.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Botanic Garden with my girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuW2uY1EUUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OvaPX5PbAys/s1600-h/7426_1242773981969_1007930481_780361_4669391_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuW2uY1EUUI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OvaPX5PbAys/s320/7426_1242773981969_1007930481_780361_4669391_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396920636528677186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And to my beloved seniour[?],Shiqin.I just wanna say to you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;you have to be strong,just like what you said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No matter how dark your life is,there will always be some light in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Kays? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And please remember that you will always have us by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wani syg Shiqin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuWtTmNUNrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ku_PNW-BVjE/s1600-h/7426_1242788182324_1007930481_780462_5241365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuWtTmNUNrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ku_PNW-BVjE/s320/7426_1242788182324_1007930481_780462_5241365_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396910280658925234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuWtAEpx7uI/AAAAAAAAAh8/02Tk3gy8piE/s1600-h/7426_1242765341753_1007930481_780343_2254319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KBag313W4pg/SuWtAEpx7uI/AAAAAAAAAh8/02Tk3gy8piE/s320/7426_1242765341753_1007930481_780343_2254319_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396909945233993442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;[this is not the only picture taken by today]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Surrounded by the nature really make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Walking and saw the beautiful flower make me to plastered on a big smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Walking and saw two swan on the lake make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But most important,surrounded by the most lovely people on earth its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the reason why I covered my sadness with just a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seriously,you could never be sad when you spend your entire day with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gatria,Fatin,Lala,Shiqin,Wanie[including Renie].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well,today I ate Pastamania together with Gat,Fatin,Lala and Fifah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and you guys should see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;how Lala pour the graded cheese on to her food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After eating we meet up with Shiqin and Wanie at Botanic Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We walk around the place and camwhore session there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Than we head to Vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Arnd 6 plus Wanie,Lala and I went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kiterq kann good girl:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7179025005674417513-7342188707837835951?l=myperfectjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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