<?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-36548624</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:10:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Of Vanity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-9129635920922185628</id><published>2007-08-21T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T11:38:37.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a slut because i'll wear shorts and a tanktop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a bitch because i don't let you push me around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a liar because i won't tell you everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm stupid because sometimes i'm wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm ugly because my face isn't perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a whore because i like boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm annoying because i'm not chill enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm a loser because i'm not friends with your group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i use people because i do whats best for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm fake because most of the time i'm happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm weird because i'm not like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm controlling because i get mad sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm clingy because i like to be around people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm greedy because i like to be satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm naive because i'm younger than you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm conceited because i'm proud of who i am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm rude because my manners aren't perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm unappreciative because i don't praise you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't try to tell me who i am because i already know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-9129635920922185628?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-3287697119311719442</id><published>2007-08-19T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:29:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOG&lt;br /&gt;abandon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-3287697119311719442?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3287697119311719442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=3287697119311719442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/3287697119311719442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/3287697119311719442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-abandon.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-8872908421184400907</id><published>2007-07-24T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:13:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview with myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we'll be interviewing Haneesha about her life and the rumours. There's a reason for this. it's because Haneesha is fed up about having to explain EVERYTHING to everyone. sO, once and for all. After this interview Haneesha will return to her normal blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview by: Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, Haneesha, tell us a bit about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Im well, what I would say LOUD AND PROUD. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What things have you heard about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads! and stupid people actually believe it. I MEAN SERIOUSLY. are stupid or just plain dumb?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the worst thing you've heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, last year some BITCH turned the whole gang of prefects against me. I mean are u sooo immature just coz youre jealous? sure i have everythin you dont...i have LIFE. but it doesnt mean that im evil. gahh. and they actually believed her aside from the few. she said terrible things about them and made it look as if i said them. get real already. Oh ya once there was this girl (I WONT NAME YOU) who spread some shit rumour about my darling Ranjini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you still talk to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive but dont forget. Shes a backstabber and ill always remmbr that. SHe'll live a curel sad and pathetic life. you'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, there's been rumours that you had or have a boyfriend. what can you say about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. Me? boyfriend? hahah No la. never had, never intend to, never will. for now anyway. Im too young i feel. boys are stupid lets throw rocks at them. kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not even crushes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz theres crushes. But theyre on unrealistic celebrities which i KNOW i have no chance with. BUT its fun to stalk and imagine and pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What about the rumours that you're a lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oh gosh! no! some people are so pathetic. they think if youre a girl and youre single ure a loser. that or either ure a lesbian. get a life you WHORES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But most of the lesbian rumours started when you finished your schools drama production when you cut you hair and became a, i quote," hot guy"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. That was for my character you see. Sure i have many faces and phases i go through in my life. Ive always wanted to have an edgy short hair style. so i did it. And i had an excuse. so, its good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok. Do you go on diets and stuff to lsoe weight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i did. i used to count calories and stuff. i lost come weight but i think ive put it on back. Whats not to love about food. its GREAT. Food-o-holic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you emo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo as in emotional? sometimes yeah. but if youre tryna label me, DONT. i hate labels. IM not emo goth punk watever else. Im Haneesha and thats who i wanna be. Emo wanna-bes GET A LIFE. attention seeker prats wallowing in self pity, youre NOT emo. youre STUPID. see the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What do u think about those desperate girls who will go head over heels for a guy? or just talk about guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic. they dont have their priorities in life straightened up. I understand crushes but to go to that extend?! that's just bringing down the female race man. the girls who talk about guys 24/7 need to get a life and realise that theres SO MUCH MORE to life thn a boy. and to them you think im a loser cz i dont have/had a bf or a lsoer coz im commenting on them beacuse of thebf reason, u think youre cool now but lets see where yuo are when i have got an education a sports car and loads of cash and you by the street dressed hooker...oh wait...you are one. Thn, ill ask you whos the loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you for you time haneesha, it was a pleasure interviewing you. im sure ill be back in the future to aid you in squashing the rumours that are yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-8872908421184400907?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8872908421184400907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=8872908421184400907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8872908421184400907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8872908421184400907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-well-be-interviewing-haneesha.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4380813563169063624</id><published>2007-07-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:49:38.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rp-H8TcTFGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IbezuftaMuo/s1600-h/honehh-hate.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088935574032815202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rp-H8TcTFGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IbezuftaMuo/s400/honehh-hate.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Honey in the hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Top hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Made by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For the food fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4380813563169063624?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4380813563169063624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4380813563169063624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4380813563169063624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4380813563169063624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/honey-in-hat-top-hat-made-by-me-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rp-H8TcTFGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IbezuftaMuo/s72-c/honehh-hate.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-8010444105684016098</id><published>2007-07-17T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:54:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized&lt;br /&gt;that me and may&lt;br /&gt;swear the same&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLY MOTHER OF...(insert whatever here or leave it blank)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder we get along&lt;br /&gt;love yahh MAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-8010444105684016098?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8010444105684016098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=8010444105684016098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8010444105684016098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8010444105684016098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-realized-that-me-and-may-swear-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-5291709004697238434</id><published>2007-07-13T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:12:12.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE=SEXY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. [that I do]&lt;br /&gt;Loves those who love them. [What not good about being loved?]&lt;br /&gt;Loves to takes things at the center. [Im not sure...]&lt;br /&gt;Inner and physical beauty. [HELL YEAH xD]&lt;br /&gt;Lies but doesn't pretend. [not really weii...]&lt;br /&gt;Gets angry often. [me? nahhh ]&lt;br /&gt;Treats friends importantly. [they aree PRECIOUS]&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless. [Except when it comes to roaches. ]&lt;br /&gt;Always making friends. [yeaaap]&lt;br /&gt;Not easily hurt but recovers easily. [i think..]&lt;br /&gt;Daydreamer. [yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Opinionated. [yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Does not care to control emotions. [I used to not be able to control emotions...now I can]&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. [thats so truueee]&lt;br /&gt;Understanding. [yeahh. I FELL YOU MANN]&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be around. [hell yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. [hell yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Hyper. [hell yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Bubbly personality. [hell yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Secretive. [sometimes...]&lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl crazy. [hell yeah...what's life without it. Stalking is funnn]&lt;br /&gt;Loves sports, music,leisure and travelling. [hell yeah]&lt;br /&gt;Systematic. [not really...]&lt;br /&gt;Hot but hasbrains. [hell yeah...I think xD]&lt;br /&gt;If you repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your eye will introduce themselves and you will realize thatyou are very much alike in the next 2days. [STUPID LA&gt; but the rest is true ish]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-5291709004697238434?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/5291709004697238434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=5291709004697238434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/5291709004697238434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/5291709004697238434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/junesexy-but-rest-is-true-ish.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-119249935728222120</id><published>2007-07-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T14:55:13.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BROTHHHAAA is Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's my nicole kidman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BROTHHAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel so touched that day la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends are so awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to eat Lecka Lecka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what Lecka Lecka is *glare*, its Italian ice cream, gelato, and its EXCELLENT! they have different flavours and it tastes awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really wanted to eat it and I was practically rolling on the floor on the brink of death (note the drama-queen exaggeration) and I was looking for victim to go eat Lecka Lecka or at least accompany me and someone VOLUNTEERED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww-ness much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they came, fetched me, let me eat ice cream and sent me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guysss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATE IT VERY MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everytime I feel as if no one cares and stuff, I think of this, and I feel so much more apprecaited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-119249935728222120?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/119249935728222120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=119249935728222120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/119249935728222120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/119249935728222120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-brothhhaaa-is-nicole-kidman-hes-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-5084667264231088191</id><published>2007-07-08T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:41:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw someone from my past today&lt;br /&gt;That person didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;Looked me directly in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanted that person to see it was me&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I didn't&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask&lt;br /&gt;But I was unsure&lt;br /&gt;So I kept silent&lt;br /&gt;And was happy that I was&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-5084667264231088191?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/5084667264231088191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=5084667264231088191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/5084667264231088191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/5084667264231088191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-saw-someone-from-my-past-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4784478832092759266</id><published>2007-07-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:35:24.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ATE LECKA LECKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for taking me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I reallly appreciate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Means alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS YOUUUSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG HUG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4784478832092759266?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4784478832092759266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4784478832092759266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4784478832092759266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4784478832092759266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-ate-lecka-lecka-thank-you-sooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4289413395478065986</id><published>2007-07-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:22:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presenting: GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rules are &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;assemblys are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teachers are &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prefects are &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Short nails are &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHort fringes are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOt being able to wear nail polish is &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smiling to teachers is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wishing teachers &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homework is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Studying is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams are &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KK is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Staying back is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biology is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chemistry is&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;physics is &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;add math is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;math is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;english is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bm is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;history is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;agama is&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moral is &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EST is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Socks are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shoes are&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sports is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;debates are &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dramas are&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;public speaking is &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;emceeing is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dancing is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;singing is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uniforms are &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;school life is gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4289413395478065986?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4289413395478065986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4289413395478065986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4289413395478065986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4289413395478065986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/presenting-gay-school-is-gay-rules-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4226516418242966705</id><published>2007-07-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:37:26.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today was a good day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rarely you have one of those in SCHOOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the place of doom right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw miss Leong today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHe's a really understanding teacher and she's going to help me get back on track...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gootttaa love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so unlike the EVIL teacher in my school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(you know who im talking about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywayyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doodled Evan during class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082607504021008002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RokMmJnoLoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0RaP8wZiGR0/s400/DSC06364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the top: left to right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evan playing like totally in to the music, Evan like WOAH! IM PLAYING THE GUITAR, Same for the next picture, The next one is evan getting electrocuted...note the hair is standing up, evan jumping and finally, SUPER EVAN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I countedthe hairs on mays hand. lOl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept losing track so i had to mark of the hairs ive counted, and i used pen and was "dot"ing all over mays hand. thn i washed it and DID IT AGAIN. and thn, i washed again and spent the whole sejarah period wiping and MOLESTING mays hand and getting the ink off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey, it was in THE NAME OF SCIENCE :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4226516418242966705?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4226516418242966705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4226516418242966705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4226516418242966705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4226516418242966705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-good-day-rarely-you-have-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RokMmJnoLoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0RaP8wZiGR0/s72-c/DSC06364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-6719687378771990796</id><published>2007-07-01T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:54:53.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;CURRENT OBSESSION: rihanna's album &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna take you away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's escape into the music, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DJ let it play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't refuse it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the way you do this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep on rockin' to it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna take you away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's escape into the music, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DJ let it play&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just can't refuse it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the way you do this&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep on rockin' to it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don't stop the, please don't stop the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby are you ready cause it's gettin close&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you feel the passion ready to explode?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What goes on between us no-one has to know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a private show&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know when to start it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just came here to party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But now we're rockin on the dance floor, actin' naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your hands around my waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just let the music play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're hand in hand just to dress and now we're face to face&lt;/p&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Sell me candy like it’s summer when it’s melting in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re around like the ice cream man&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you calling, whisper something in my ea&lt;br /&gt;rYou seem like sugar, tell me what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;I’m weak by your touch and when it’s melting on my lips&lt;br /&gt;I run through my body when you lick my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;You’re selling me a fantasy that I want to explore&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so good it’s got me rotten to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is you beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It’s destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just let it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If words can speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then baby sell it to me&lt;br /&gt;Sell me candy, sell me love, sell me heaven, sell me doves&lt;br /&gt;What’s the charge? What’s the cost?&lt;br /&gt;you the boss.&lt;br /&gt;You could be a professional, boy you make a sale&lt;br /&gt;I try to resist but every time I fail&lt;br /&gt;The one temptation that I gotta endure&lt;br /&gt;The running through my body now you’re knocking at my door&lt;br /&gt;A thin little kiss and your call is really sweet&lt;br /&gt;But the shawty that you’re rocking is nothing like me&lt;br /&gt;You’re selling me a fantasy that I want to explore&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so good it’s got me rocking through the core (you know)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play… more than you know&lt;br /&gt;So don’t you leave… and don’t you go&lt;br /&gt;I want it all… until time falls&lt;br /&gt;His arms… I want to roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to love… give him my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to live… for both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to breathe you… lay on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to warm you… when nights get colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want love… love… love&lt;br /&gt;I want love… love… love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-6719687378771990796?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6719687378771990796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=6719687378771990796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/6719687378771990796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/6719687378771990796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/07/current-obsession-rihannas-album-3-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-9015791675731135228</id><published>2007-06-30T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:27:31.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dont include me&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;wahts the point right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont think so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dont share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-9015791675731135228?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/9015791675731135228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=9015791675731135228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/9015791675731135228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/9015791675731135228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/but-you-dont-include-me-in-anything-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4763403683577282245</id><published>2007-06-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:28:30.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a train wreck in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a bitch in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Every now and then without warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can be really mean towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a puzzle yes in deed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ever complex in every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And all the pieces aren't even in the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And yet, you see the picture clear as day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When I need attention I tend to nag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a host of imperfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4763403683577282245?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4763403683577282245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4763403683577282245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4763403683577282245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4763403683577282245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-train-wreck-in-morning-im-bitch-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-1783980063705732506</id><published>2007-06-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:46:49.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wake in a sweat again&lt;br /&gt;Another day's been laid to waste&lt;br /&gt;In my disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in my head again&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'll never leave this place&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;I've given upI'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is wrong&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to take&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was focused but I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared&lt;br /&gt;I hyperventilate&lt;br /&gt;Looking for help somehow somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And no one cares&lt;br /&gt;I'm my own worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;I've given up&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is wrong&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;Goddddddd!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my misery&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my&lt;br /&gt;Put me out of my fucking misery&lt;br /&gt;I've given up&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Take this all away&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the fuck is wrong&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-1783980063705732506?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1783980063705732506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=1783980063705732506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1783980063705732506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1783980063705732506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/wake-in-sweat-again-another-days-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-679131697992244908</id><published>2007-06-26T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:45:25.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-679131697992244908?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/679131697992244908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=679131697992244908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/679131697992244908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/679131697992244908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4700087751334704272</id><published>2007-06-23T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:36:35.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I imagine sometimes how my life would be like if I went to dalat since I came back from the UK. My English would be better. I would know world history. I would have a wicked awesome accent. I wont have problems with shit ass teachers in my school. I wouldn’t have to deal with this gang in my school that name themselves “the prefect gang”. Some of them are really nice and some of them make me want to get a gun and shoot them! Maybe that’s why guns are illegal in Malaysia. I really envy *my friend*. She gets to go to dalat. She gets to live the life I want. She gets to have an American-based syllabus. She gets to quit kk. She has it all. At this moment. I hate life. School is 90% of my life. The 10% is when I’m home. I everyday ask mom and dad if I have to go school the nex day and the answer is always the same.&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks. End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4700087751334704272?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4700087751334704272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4700087751334704272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4700087751334704272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4700087751334704272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-imagine-sometimes-how-my-life-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-482209251477478077</id><published>2007-06-23T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:31:49.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22.06.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My math teacher is like the devil. In fact, she is worst than the devil. The devil looks nice and friendly next to her. She’s a living breathing, walking, talking, and UGLY nightmare. Alive to make my life hell…bad…horrible. Words cannot describe how much she plagues my life. When she opens her mouth, talk she craps. Shouting. Screaming. Making my ears bleed with her so-called soothing voice. Picking on me because I represented the school for the debate and was away fro six days. I bloody hell represented the school!!! And you’re f*cking pissed at me? And YOU pick on me? (And Ranjini my fellow debater). I have sacrificed so much for the f*cking debate and competition and this is the “thanks” I get?! Vomit. She also hates me because I joined the drama competition. Is it my fault that I got the lead? Arg. She also picks on this group in my class. I mean, if were to do something wrong, it’ll be a BIG issue but if the prefect gang were to…its ok. WHY be so prejudice. You’re a fucking WHORE that’s why. She made 88% (I calculated…hey, its math J ) of the class stand that day for supposedly “not listening to her instructions” wtf. 29 girls did the same thing! Doesn’t that give you a clue?! Heloo!!! Maybe the four girls who did “correctly” were actually wrong! NOT THE OTHER WAY. I understand if you don’t have dress sense, a good haircut and that you’re not getting any at home but please don’t take it out on us! And she refuses to mark my work. WHY? Because I didn’t pass up. Well you said that “you pass up after  PPT, I’ll mark. You pass up after holidays, I’ll mark. As long as you pass up”. Well she made up the crap rule about “if you don’t pass up the work before in that book I won’t make the recent work as its not complete yada yada yada yada bla bla bla”…you get the idea. I’ve been busy these few mornings, not my fault I’m a freaking prefect and I have duty in the mornings! I planned to see her on Friday to get everything ticked and marked and etc but she called me and asked me. So I told her what she told me…wait…us…the whole class la. And she was like “so you want to pass up now or not”&lt;br /&gt;“But teacher, you said…”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t debate with me. I know you’re very good at debating”&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking WTF BITCH! How does this connect to debating?&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at her in the huh way and she looked at me and said “go back to your place. I don’t want to see your face anymore. Like this means…don’t pass for the rest of the year” thinking ill be like&lt;br /&gt;OH NO TEACHER! DON’T ! Let me pass up. Let me lick your shoes. Let me be your slave because of math book 2”.&lt;br /&gt;I walked back. Note to those reading my blog: the reserve psychology thing doesn’t work on me.&lt;br /&gt;So, fine! I won’t pass up. And if she asks Ill quote her again. Plus, I don’t even need her. I got Sash and dad. Anyways apart from math, I really really really really times infinity hate school. Death is looking like a good option. There are many means of a painless death which I can choose from if I ever wanted to kill myself. But…I know my life will improve. Mum says keep your chin up and you’ll pull through. But I don’t think I can. I hate everything from teachers to the ministry. I don’t have much interest in subjects that I have to take. I want to have that choice. I want to learn world history not some Islam crap (no offence). In short, I want to go to dalat international school. I’ve been trying to convince mum since last year but she thinks it’s a phase or something. It’s not. I am deeply, truly unhappy. I feel so down. I wake up every morning. Sad. Because I have to walk through the gates of hell…once again. I don’t belong there. I belong in dalat. Among people whose education is not compulsory and international. I deserve that. I know I do. I cannot take it anymore. It’s like i'm screaming inside. No words can describe this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-482209251477478077?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/482209251477478077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=482209251477478077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/482209251477478077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/482209251477478077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/22.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4862236691289872482</id><published>2007-06-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:06:48.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20.06.2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is such a drag. I dread waking up every morning. The hours are too early. The days become too long. The night before was spent “burning the midnight oil” (or so they say) doing homework, studying, tuitions, keeping awake because of school. By the time I actually sleep, it is nearly 3 am. I wake up at 6am. My three hours of sleep are too little for me to survive the say, let alone, concentrate. The lack of sleep makes my eyelids burn with desire to close every time I hear the drowning voice of the teachers. Pfft. Teachers. Where do I begin? My walking, talking, “teaching” nightmares. Making my life more terrible everyday. Doing it with a smile on their face. Making me feel as if there’s hell in my class. Their voice, the sound of death. Shattering glass as it is too high pitched or so low you would think it’s their last. The homework thy give me strips me of an afternoon of joy-filled activities. I feel as if I am trapped in a small room with barely enough space for me. My only happiness, a window. A window with the bright shining sun peeping through representing my hope. Making me feel sane in this crazy world I live in. I feel happy. For just a moment. A split second, but then, the piles of homework come. Stacking. Higher and higher. Until my window, my source of happiness, freedom, sanity and hope is covered. Making me wallow in the darkness and despair of which is my life. Making me slowly drift towards obscurity. I become nothing. An empty shell. A walking zombie. A creature of the night banished from the world of the day. Banished from the world of fun (or so it seems). I sometimes wonder, if it’ll ever lead a normal life. But just as the thought comes and I start to drift away…I wake up. I snap back into reality. I wake again into my nightmare which I call school. Is it really a mystery why we teenagers dread school? The food in school isn’t exactly what I call great either. The same old things I’ve been eating since the beginning of time. Sometimes, I don’t even think it’s hygienic. The people running the canteen stalls look so disgusting I’d rather eat on the floor at home. It is so much cleaner. The rules in school are just silly and make no sense. I understand the need for some but others are just out of the question. I come to school for an education (and may I point out I’m not exactly getting a good one) not to abide by some silly rules which I had to agree to by force. I don’t see how the color of my hair can affect what I get for my exams. Or how by wearing a colored bra will too. Does painting my nails make it any different? No! Then??? Why all the silly rules…I bet you these rules were put out there to ruin our life…miserable (or as I like to say it miserable-err). I curse the ministry of education everyday. And what’s up with them and enforcing KK? I don’t see the point of it. Wasting money to wear some stinky gay uniform (and may the designer be shot to death for designing such hideously ugly things) and stay back till 5pm in the afternoon. Heelllooooo. Am I the only one thinking straight here? Have the ministry people forgotten our homework pile, tuitions and out-of-school activities? They are inconsiderate…evil. There was once a time when Muslim students choose either agama or art for their spm…now…its agama all the way! Whoo-hoo =\&lt;br /&gt;The religion Islam is actually a beautiful religion but because of the fanatics making the religion to what they like. I can get killed for this but I’m saying it anyway. Why do that. Don’t they realize they are making people look at the religion in disgust?! Making their own think that way too. I personally think if you’re a pure person….you’re good. All these little factors add up to my despair of hating school. I used to hate it but now I really HATE it. (I stress on the word HATE…HATE…DESPISE)&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply:&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early + homework + teachers + food + rules + religion + KK = I HATE SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait…I’m missing something. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends. You think you know them but you have no idea. They bitch, backstab, lie and rate. Really. They say nasty things behind your back but are as sweet as candy in front of your face. I have had my share of it. Not once, not twice but throughout my life. People spreading rumors about me making other (stupid bitches) turn against me. And when I say people, I mean PERSON. There’s this one girl in my school who is sooo jealous of me, she spreads things about me. I mean, nasty things. Mean things. But I will never stoop to her level. I have dignity. I sit behind her and imagi8ne how I can torture her in the most unimaginable ways. It makes me feel better. What could she have possibly said? Well, ask the prefect gang in my school. They should know.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: YOU THINK I DIDN’T KNOW ARR! I KNOW KAYHSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4862236691289872482?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4862236691289872482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4862236691289872482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4862236691289872482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4862236691289872482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-is-such-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-7035705421614396311</id><published>2007-06-23T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:39:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RnyxwudIHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_IQfscocMuA/s1600-h/DSC05957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079129930429111698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RnyxwudIHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_IQfscocMuA/s400/DSC05957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rnys-edIHSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RMAT8dznDK8/s1600-h/DSC05847.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rnys_edIHVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qqYnwmqX9t0/s1600-h/DSC05866.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday party was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone who showed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the great gifts i got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOu guys spoil me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love mwhass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the party started out bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hotel screwed up the room and gave me the regular room when i wanted a suite. I was so freaked, I started to cry. Blame me? I mean, I wanted a suite sweet 16 since january and they screwed it up. I saw my cake. It got screwed up too. stupid Jenny's cakehouse bicthes. Made my cake ROUND when i wanted a rectabgular. put some porn lady on it too! I ,m like. wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully my sister and her dReaM TEAM (faris, rohini and Alexis) were there to help make it better and mom and dad who helped a great bunch too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it worked out in the end and the party was absolutely AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures are here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079124690569010530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rnys_udIHWI/AAAAAAAAAFk/IXgqLSj8CDU/s400/DSC05878.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079129934724079010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rnyxw-dIHaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YKXJSGoBT40/s400/DSC05955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079129926134144386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RnyxwedIHYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8Q8rnxDjRWU/s400/DSC05942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079129939019046322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RnyxxOdIHbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6W8V9W30W0s/s400/DSC05990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079129921839177074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RnyxwOdIHXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LJPyUpVhCAU/s400/DSC05919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079124681979075906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rnys_OdIHUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n5-GYjMzaTk/s400/DSC05864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079124677684108594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rnys--dIHTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DMkEi5rfApU/s400/DSC05852.JPG" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-7035705421614396311?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/7035705421614396311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=7035705421614396311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/7035705421614396311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/7035705421614396311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday-party-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RnyxwudIHZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/_IQfscocMuA/s72-c/DSC05957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-9124885828750577558</id><published>2007-06-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:15:42.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panic Overdrive!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROCKSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOCCKSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANIC PANIC PANIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*SCREAM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-9124885828750577558?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/9124885828750577558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=9124885828750577558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/9124885828750577558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/9124885828750577558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/panic-overdrive-rockssssss-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-1661457878990614766</id><published>2007-06-07T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:22:19.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok whoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went skating at Queensbay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sadly people...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MORE STUDENT PACKAGE&lt;/span&gt; ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I had to pay RM16...full price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO FREE DRINK &lt;/span&gt;EITHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...COMON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went skating with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmilyn, Lissa, Debra, Kah Wei, David, Kenn, Gary, Daniel and uhrm...that's it. Steph was supposed to come BUT she cancelled last minute =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH IF YOU'RE READING THIS YOU'RE DEAD WHEN SCHOOL RE-OPENS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that...I was hanging with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt; darling and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073313659947064530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmgH5OdIHNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vPjRRVtgTqY/s400/DSC01512.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hana and Honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ash was like so adoreable. Her giggle is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so awesome that even after SO MANY YEARS of not meeting, I still can hang with my former Std one friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun wth thm and thn met up with the "gang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Note: gang referring to people mentioned above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I LOVE SKATING&lt;/span&gt; I was making a turn and was going wayyy to fast and knocked two people and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;fell on my ASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAINFULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thn it got ok. so, I decided to go outta the rink and I saw the dude that I hit sitting down holding his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his friends like called me there and I realised HE WAS BLEEDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing that came into my mind was "SHIT!" thn "SORRY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out my watch had scracted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green is me and the Blue is larry (dude I hurt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"it's ok"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"never mind. accidents happen"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"its ok."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sorry, anything I can do? If you need to go to a Clinic...Ill pay your bill..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Got tissue?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"no...bt my friend does"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I got tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept all my accesories in the locker and went again to the dude that I hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"sorry. sorry. Anything else? Im really sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MEAN IT WAS BLEEDING rather badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"got plaster?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, emmilyn to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"sorry. sorry. tdhui pu chi"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Note: that means sorry in chinese =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"its ok"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while he carried on skating again and everything was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got abit paranoid after that....and was kinda slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but safe and not knocking into anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmilyn was losing balance at one point and she grabbed on to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged her so that he was more steady and just as we got steady two dudes (from Larrys gang) lost control and was heading straight at us. one dude hit the other dude and the other dude hit emmilyn and emmilyn was holding on to me so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we all fell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was on top everyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I jsut say that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gary is one WEIRD skater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His legs were like STIFF and he kept falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he banged into me and emmilyn once but I ok =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In otherwords, i didnt fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*points and laughs at people who fell*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW SABBY WABBY THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skated for 3 hours and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmi ate at my place and we went tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE END OF A PERFECT DAY =]...well sorta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today I went to see my cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Gramma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gramma got me such preety things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Im NOT being sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cousins were very well behaved today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said "welcome, tahnk you, please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even listened when we talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073313664242031890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmgH5edIHRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LnAJ1xskC-U/s400/DSC01626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Above: My cousin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below: His shirt =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073313664242031858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmgH5edIHPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/c9xRf9s_CsY/s400/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Below:Malaysia's next top model perhaps?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My cousin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073313664242031874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmgH5edIHQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UKfJtAcesY4/s400/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-1661457878990614766?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1661457878990614766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=1661457878990614766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1661457878990614766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1661457878990614766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-whoo-tuesday-was-awesome-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmgH5OdIHNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/vPjRRVtgTqY/s72-c/DSC01512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-1490744292575794939</id><published>2007-06-03T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:16:13.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;INTRODUCING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HONEY POTTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;taa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;daa&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516406852160866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmGlTU79DWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ixa-w53IMoY/s400/DSC01411.JPG" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516411147128194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmGlTk79DYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/_sxWWZqCTec/s400/DSC01416.JPG" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516411147128178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmGlTk79DXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cY-l71ouxVQ/s400/DSC01414.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;blahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I got bored during cleaning =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-1490744292575794939?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1490744292575794939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=1490744292575794939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1490744292575794939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1490744292575794939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing-honey-potter-taa-daa-blahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RmGlTU79DWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ixa-w53IMoY/s72-c/DSC01411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-3895872361421056083</id><published>2007-06-01T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:57:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bk79DUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MZjMl_rjtxc/s1600-h/93573.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070970091307076930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bk79DUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MZjMl_rjtxc/s400/93573.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EMMILYN SKIP THE PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lies and Truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres a place in gurney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where it has be vandalised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vandalism is bad people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make things look ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET A LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe that's why they created paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you can draw there:?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WALLS ARE NOT A CANVAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nasty things they wrote bout Emmilyn is SHOCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless its your own wall la...then do whatever XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And someone wrote yuki's name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUKI IS FAMOUS xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070965671785729202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-waU79DLI/AAAAAAAAACs/QqGBv_lJprE/s400/DSC05547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070965663195794594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-wZ079DKI/AAAAAAAAACk/ij2qNcHQn9I/s400/DSC05548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070965658900827282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-wZk79DJI/AAAAAAAAACc/sIzP3H8wuCM/s400/DSC05546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070965650310892674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-wZE79DII/AAAAAAAAACU/ux05_vWXkzU/s400/DSC05545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070965646015925362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-wY079DHI/AAAAAAAAACM/FRguBYsSlNY/s400/DSC05543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Izzat made me think yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;he told me something that make me...well...think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is not about the number of breaths you take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the number of moments that take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its true isn't it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending too much time wallowing in self pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending too much time crawled up in my hole of despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much time wasting this life so short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont have any breath to take me away? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you get the idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so Izzat if you're reading this (but i highly doubt that because your relatives have taken over your house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so inspired xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are my inspirationssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/buddychai/Bio/Happiness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Action may not always bring happiness;but there is no happiness without action&lt;/a&gt;.Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.Henry W. Longfellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.J. Petit Senn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our minds are as different as our faces: we are all traveling to one destination; --happiness; but few are going by the same road.Charles Caleb Colton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070967325348138242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-x6k79DQI/AAAAAAAAADU/4XyxuBGTtGk/s400/96575.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070967321053170898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-x6U79DNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fgqffkhax94/s400/94288.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070967321053170882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-x6U79DMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/glFVpIkxwO8/s400/93277.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070970091307076914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bk79DTI/AAAAAAAAADs/me7ZnAZ3U3o/s400/96636.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070967325348138226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-x6k79DPI/AAAAAAAAADM/hfLg03oc1dc/s400/96200.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070970091307076946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bk79DVI/AAAAAAAAAD8/UmrRSxN39_U/s400/92654.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070970087012109602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bU79DSI/AAAAAAAAADk/6FeR7bk5Ekk/s400/96634.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070967325348138210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-x6k79DOI/AAAAAAAAADE/IVttV0wOeAk/s400/95251.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070970087012109586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bU79DRI/AAAAAAAAADc/2wic6tjgDM0/s400/96201.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-3895872361421056083?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3895872361421056083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=3895872361421056083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/3895872361421056083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/3895872361421056083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/06/warning-emmilyn-skip-pictures-lies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rl-0bk79DUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MZjMl_rjtxc/s72-c/93573.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-3575821000241020792</id><published>2007-05-27T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:41:40.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;END OF EMXAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;LEt me start by singing the official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ok fine maybe not OFFICIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but soon to be official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;END OF EXAMS SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Exams have ended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;what great happiness and joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;we can finally eat and sleep and do whatever we please, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;until the next one comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We will go shopping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and we will hang out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We'll use all our money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And make our parents shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Exams are over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;And we're still sober,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;let's enjoy while we can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;before results come out and doom our end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, after the exams ended, May and CHee Li came over to my house and showered&lt;br /&gt;and my mom dropped us at Queensbay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;We ate at McD and went skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SKATING IS SO AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it was inline and every second was awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;i have found my another passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and the BEST part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it's only 8!!! if you have student card that is ...which&lt;br /&gt;I DID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;After that, we went shopping and came home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;woah, the end-of -exam trip is awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I came home and was exhausted I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Slept at 4am the night b4, and hung out the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;SO i ate dinner (bubur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and watched ROBIN HOOD MAN IN TIGHTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;super funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and sash was hanging the clothes when she received a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and from the second she picked it up, i knew it was my uncle calling her from&lt;br /&gt;Dubai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You can tell these things...well, i can anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I conducted a tour today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;GOT PAID RM10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;whoo hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-3575821000241020792?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/3575821000241020792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=3575821000241020792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/3575821000241020792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/3575821000241020792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-emxas-let-me-start-by-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-6508833757689274395</id><published>2007-05-23T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:20:50.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS MY NOKIA 7370 L'Amour limited edition RM 1250&lt;br /&gt;I think abt it everyday&lt;br /&gt;its been a year&lt;br /&gt;but i still want it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-6508833757689274395?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6508833757689274395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=6508833757689274395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/6508833757689274395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/6508833757689274395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-my-nokia-7370-lamour-limited.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-1925561743360502473</id><published>2007-05-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:59:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FANTASTIC FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok, this is pure sasha's (natasha) idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she wants to b fantastic five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and he name would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FANTASTIC FLAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BLINDING THE PEOPLE WITH HER FATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She'll turn evil and start turning everyone purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and eventually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wait for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BARNEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;imagine a man on the street "heya kids!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank go she aint a director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;**Since its dedicated to Sash, its purple =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-1925561743360502473?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1925561743360502473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=1925561743360502473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1925561743360502473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1925561743360502473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/fantastic-five-ok-this-is-pure-sashas.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-587558425485601841</id><published>2007-05-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:53:39.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TOP  SECRET::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our evil plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*EVIL LAUGH!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets kill the Kementerian Ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Honey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, sure! how do u want to kill them? slowly and painfully or fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slowly! we torture them and make them SUFFER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Honey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME. HOw u wanna do it? Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MAy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We tie them to a chair naked in an air cond room and let water drip on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again and again. Then skin them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bwahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Honey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ooo. naked. Then after skinning em let them bathe in salt water and we throw those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fat ants in out school on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So so Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they deserve it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonder how many people we hafta kill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Honey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lol. Yeah. Maybe 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gosh, OOO! and if they're malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we bring dogs and out it on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dogs are nothing really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PIGS! WILD BOAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Honey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we lock them in a room with liquor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they have no choice but to drink it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAUHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh, i feel so evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MAy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since when did we get so evil. damn. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Honey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the things exams do to u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-587558425485601841?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/587558425485601841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=587558425485601841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/587558425485601841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/587558425485601841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/top-secret-our-evil-plan-evil-laugh-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-1086428401815737630</id><published>2007-05-21T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:28:32.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY Knight in shining armour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;turned out to be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;loser in ALUMINIUM FOIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;idiot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;coz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;no1:  smoking is stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;no 2: if you dont care about your education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;and only sk8boarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;you're a LOSER coz you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;NO FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;no 3: you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;anywaysss, school has been like school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid as usuall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;PPT is on and MY GOD isnt it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I never expected it to be so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess mommie was right when she told me to study more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;that form 4 wasnt so easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;should've done more revision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;but hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;no point crying over spilt milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ill wipe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;clean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;make it shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and carry the milk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;making sure NOT EVEN ONE DROP spills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;whoo-hoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Truthfully, im not really sad about the exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;about the fact that i cant really do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean it is the first exam of form four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;get better results for my PAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;eventhough it amaybe include much more of the syllabus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;aih aih aih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;you knw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;THeRE was one point where I tot add math was ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Add math is ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;if you can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;topic by topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;i ROCK but when it comes to everytthing jumbled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I SUCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;just gotta work harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and lsiten when mom says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;form 4 is no joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;=\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;coz it isnt weii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone is welcome to come to my funeral on report card day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;where i will be kiillled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;your attendance will be much appreaciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;tata&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/36548624-1086428401815737630?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-1140500208382390634</id><published>2007-05-05T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:44:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Life Behind a THONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060977077187380578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rjwz1mYmBWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3ip7_2nbsAU/s400/DSC04718and.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The G-string or thong is probably the earliest form of &lt;a title="Clothing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothing"&gt;clothing&lt;/a&gt; known to mankind; having originated in the warmer climates of &lt;a title="Sub-Saharan Africa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sub-Saharan_Africa"&gt;sub-Saharan Africa&lt;/a&gt; where clothing was first worn nearly 75,000 years ago. Many tribal peoples, such as some of the &lt;a title="Khoisan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khoisan"&gt;Khoisan&lt;/a&gt; people of &lt;a title="Southern Africa" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Africa"&gt;southern Africa&lt;/a&gt;, wore thongs for many centuries. Much like the 2000-plus-year-old &lt;a title="Japan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Fundoshi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fundoshi"&gt;fundoshi&lt;/a&gt;, these early garments were made with the male genitalia in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Although developed for the male anatomy by primitive peoples, in the modern West thongs are more often worn by females. They first gained mainstream popularity as swimwear in South America, particularly in Brazilin the 1970s. In Brazil, where the buttocks ("bunda" in Brazilian Portuguese slang) are especially admired and emphasized; it was originally a style of swimsuit whose rear area became so narrow that it would disappear between the wearer's ass. Female strippers and erotic dancers in the west have been wearing G-strings and thongs during their routines since the mid-1970s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-In &lt;a title="Latin America" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_America"&gt;Latin America&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Portugal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portugal"&gt;Portugal&lt;/a&gt; the G-String is referred as "Hilo Dental" (spanish) or "Fio Dental" (portuguese), which both mean "dental floss".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Lithuania" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lithuania"&gt;Lithuania&lt;/a&gt; the G-string is often called "stringai", or more national name "siaurikės".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Italy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy"&gt;Italy&lt;/a&gt; the G-string is called "perizoma" or "tanga" (in Italian language "tanga" is a micro-panties).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Turkey" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkey"&gt;Turkey&lt;/a&gt; the G-string is called "ipli külot" (ipli means "stringed" and külot means "underpants") or like in &lt;a title="Italy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Italy"&gt;Italy&lt;/a&gt;, it is also called "tanga".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="French Language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Language"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="German Language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Language"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Dutch language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dutch_language"&gt;Dutch&lt;/a&gt;, the G-string is usually called "string", a &lt;a title="Loanword" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loanword"&gt;loanword&lt;/a&gt; from English.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Puerto Rico" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puerto_Rico"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a title="Spanish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_language"&gt;Spanish&lt;/a&gt; slang term often used for G-string is gistro, most commonly used by &lt;a title="Reggaeton" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reggaeton"&gt;Reggaeton&lt;/a&gt; artists to refer to the underwear style. Tangas is also a spanish term used for thong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Argentina" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argentina"&gt;Argentina&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Chile" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chile"&gt;Chile&lt;/a&gt;, G-String is widely known as colaless. In those countries, cola means buttocks, thus colaless literally means buttocks-less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In the &lt;a title="Japanese language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_language"&gt;Japanese language&lt;/a&gt; and also in &lt;a title="Cantonese (linguistics)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantonese_%28linguistics%29"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/a&gt;, the G-string is widely known as &lt;a class="extiw" title="ja:T-back" href="http://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/T-back"&gt;T-back&lt;/a&gt;, after its shape seen from behind. The sound has been causing some confusion among Japanese speakers with a &lt;a title="Tea bag" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea_bag"&gt;tea bag&lt;/a&gt;, which is also common in today's Japanese dictionaries. The term T-back is also commonly used in &lt;a title="The Philippines" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Philippines"&gt;the Philippines&lt;/a&gt;. However, there are several usages of the term "T-back" in &lt;a title="English language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/English_language"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; as well (i.e., &lt;a title="Children's literature" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children%27s_literature"&gt;Children's literature&lt;/a&gt; author &lt;a title="E.L. Konigsburg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E.L._Konigsburg"&gt;E.L. Konigsburg&lt;/a&gt;'s T-backs, T-shirts, Coat and Suit). In other dialects of the &lt;a title="Chinese language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_language"&gt;Chinese language&lt;/a&gt;, the G-string is commonly called as dingziku (丁字裤) which literally means "t character pants".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Czech language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Czech_language"&gt;Czech&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Estonian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estonian_language"&gt;Estonian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Finnish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnish_language"&gt;Finnish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="German language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_language"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Hungarian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hungarian_language"&gt;Hungarian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Romanian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanian_language"&gt;Romanian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Spanish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish_language"&gt;Spanish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Serbian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serbian_language"&gt;Serbian&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Norwegian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norwegian_language"&gt;Norwegian&lt;/a&gt; the G-string is often called "tanga". In Finnish, the plural stringit "strings" is used, as they are pants, not a "pant".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Bulgarian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bulgarian_language"&gt;Bulgarian&lt;/a&gt;, the G-string is referred to as a "prashka", or slingshot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Polish language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polish_language"&gt;Polish&lt;/a&gt; and in &lt;a title="Russian language" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_language"&gt;Russian&lt;/a&gt; the G-string is usually called stringi, which is a &lt;a title="Plural" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plural"&gt;pluralized&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Loanword" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loanword"&gt;loanword&lt;/a&gt; from English (literally: "strings").&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Australia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt; only the term G-string is used. Thongs are a type of rubber footwear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In &lt;a title="Romanian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanian"&gt;Romanian&lt;/a&gt;, a G-string is called "Aţa în cur" which literally means "string in ass."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so I wore one. Emmilyn suggested I wore it to tuition. and i did&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, i thong is...kinda comfortable. Makes ya feel like ya wearing nothing. I dont think i would've been at all comfortable if i wore it with a skirt. i wore it with jeans and it was not bad. It wasnt like a 24/7 wedgie at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yes, I have done it! One thing to check of my things to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont think differently of me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tata&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-1140500208382390634?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1140500208382390634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=1140500208382390634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1140500208382390634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1140500208382390634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-behind-thong-g-string-or-thong-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/Rjwz1mYmBWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3ip7_2nbsAU/s72-c/DSC04718and.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-6188238587299677486</id><published>2007-05-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:15:47.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Life is sad it is &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When Life is happy it is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;is the meaning of &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White &lt;/span&gt;is the colors of the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; put together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Therefore Life is &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-6188238587299677486?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/6188238587299677486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=6188238587299677486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/6188238587299677486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/6188238587299677486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-life-is-sad-it-is-black-when-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-4401770967809596984</id><published>2007-05-02T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:17:08.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whats the deal with HSM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was  a nice movie..but they totally blew it outta proportion, i mean it was EVERYWHERE  at one point that I GOT SICK OF IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL TWO~~~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLIND ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and these people, who may i point out have already made their MILLIONS are trying to make even MORE millions. so they ask the viewers how they want the next HSM to be. So they dont have to think of a script and the viewers get what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If the kids, i mean those innocent kids who got corrupted by HSM were as corrupted as i was...they'd probably a few weird entries. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, I've decided to tell you guys how i want [and hope] HSM two will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;POSSIBLE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL TWO PLOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Well, Troy is like the lead and is the team captain and has to live up to Gabriella's standards and cannot take the pressure so he becomes MAD and gets a machine gun and SHOOTS everybody esp that irritating drama teacher again and agian. and when he runs out of bullest, he gets a knife and goes to his father [well, he is a teacher] and stabs him screaming like a sisy girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH EH&lt;&gt; AHAHAHHAHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;again and again. he thn see's gabriella who says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"troy, why are u doing this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he runs to her and hugs her but stabs her in the heart frm the back. the thn realises...that...he'll go to prision...so he somehow finds a gun and shoots himself. the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i like this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so bloody and grusome. it would be fun to watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes i knw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXCELLENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok another one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(discussed with sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. IT starts of as, Gabriella finds out shes indian and shes been adopted. so her indian mom takes her away for an arranged marrige with an INDIAN boy. He finds out shes getting married and rides off to the wedding with a horse because somehow all modes of transportation was jammed [a typical disney movie] and rides of, goes to the wedding place and finds out shes INDIAN [he's racist] and screams like a sissy girl running "eeeeeeeeeeeeeee" and he runs into Corbin Bleu and falls into his arms. There is a connection in thier eyes. BUzzz. and he realises...he is in love. he is GAY. =] and as they are walking back to their school, they bump into that creme blrulay guy oh however you spell it...i forgot his name. haha. and they realise, they are in love with each other. they hold each other hands and hug. in slow motion. they decide, they all love cinnamon buns and decide to open a bakery and become the BAKERTIERS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imagine the baking scene. They are holding each other and making dough, the passion. they look at each other, more in  love thn ever before. and troy comes, throws flour on them and they pin troy on the table and just as it gets sexuall and abit X rated [i dont think disney will show a gay love scene XD] THYE BREAK into a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANd they were inspired by the cheetah girls so their song is BAker Brothers (cheetah girls had Cheetah Sisters...yah i know...chweesyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the lyrics go like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause we are Brohters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We stand together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We make up one big bakery though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we don't look the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our buns are different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Different flavours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We make each other stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That ain't ever gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're baker boys baker brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then troys father comes in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Troy, what is going on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Troy answers in a gay-ly fashion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I have found a PASssssssssssion. I love baking! baking! Its great and Ive found some people *looks at corbin and other dude* i love. Dad, you cant take this away frm me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The father looks...and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"sure. ok. go ahead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and they break into dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How i wish i was the director =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one can dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adios ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4401770967809596984?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4401770967809596984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4401770967809596984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4401770967809596984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4401770967809596984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-seriously-whats-deal-with-hsm-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-8644322615006453912</id><published>2007-04-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T01:25:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt; PlayMe Celeb Menu&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... who would play you...&lt;br /&gt;1 In an Action Movie?&lt;br /&gt;2 In a Scary Movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so we all have a dark side. The question is... if a popular horror movie villain were to portray you in a movie, which villain would it be? I hate to be sexist, however, most horror movie villains are male... so we'll just skip the male/female question and go right into...&lt;br /&gt;If you were to go to an event, you'd most likely choose:&lt;br /&gt;1 A costume party.&lt;br /&gt;2 A crazy music or art show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;At the same costume party, would you wear a mask or would you decorate your face?&lt;br /&gt;1 I'd completely hide my face, maybe even put a bucket over my head.&lt;br /&gt;2 I'd mysteriously don a mask, a la Zorro.&lt;br /&gt;3 I'd decorate my face like a baker decorates a cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;If you had to celebrate only one holiday a year, would it be...&lt;br /&gt;1 Christmas... because I'm selfish and I love presents.&lt;br /&gt;2 Halloween... I like dressing up and acting crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;When you were younger, you most likely:&lt;br /&gt;1 Were the one terrorizing other kids.&lt;br /&gt;2 Were the one being terrorized by other kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;So... you may not consider this guy scary in the Jason and Freddy sort of way, but my analysis concludes that the horror villain who would most likely play you would most definitely be Darth Vader. You secret love of terrorizing the weak is only amplified by your desire to dress up in a black hood and say things like "Luke, I am your father".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;playme celeb&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt; PlayMe Celeb Menu&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... who would play you...&lt;br /&gt;1 In an Action Movie?&lt;br /&gt;2 In a Scary Movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;Your life is a non-stop adventure... which means you need the right star to play you when (inevitably) Hollywood decides to make an action film out of your life. So... first things first... are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;1 Male&lt;br /&gt;2 Female&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;You are a girl of action... no matter where you are. For example, if someone cuts in front of you in line at the movie theater, you:&lt;br /&gt;1 Shove him/her aside and regain your rightful place in line.&lt;br /&gt;2 Cause a diversion and sneak to the front of the line, passing ten people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;If you were seeking a travel adventure, which would you be more likely to do:&lt;br /&gt;1 Head to the Far East, where you explore ancient lands and trek through vast deserts.&lt;br /&gt;2 Head to one of the world's biggest cities and navigate the city streets and crazy nightlife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;Getting married more than once is:&lt;br /&gt;1 A fact of life... nobody stays married these days.&lt;br /&gt;2 Something you dread... and will actively avoid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+*::ĤôNëy::*+ School is evil. says:&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;- Spleak - Who would play YOU in a movie??? type "playme celeb" says:&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit changeable... which means you'll have several careers in this lifetime. In all likelihood, you also have several husbands. In between all of this, you'll find yourself in the middle of daring adventures and high-pressure situations, all of which you'll handle with grace and style. Of course, it logically follows that Jennifer Lopez will be playing you in the action film that will someday be made about your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO im DARTH VADER and J.LO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im J. Vader XD hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-8644322615006453912?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8644322615006453912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=8644322615006453912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8644322615006453912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8644322615006453912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/04/spleak-who-would-play-you-in-movie-type.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-1215214760582760823</id><published>2007-04-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:32:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE BITCH SLAP&lt;br /&gt;To slap bitchsTo slap someone who is a bitch.To bitchfully slap someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of bitch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch1 [bitʃ] noun&lt;br /&gt;the female of the dog, wolf or fox&lt;br /&gt;Arabic:&lt;br /&gt;كَلْبه ثَعْلَبَه، ذِئْبَه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese (Simplified):&lt;br /&gt;母狗，母狼，母狐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese (Traditional):&lt;br /&gt;母狗，母狼，母狐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czech:&lt;br /&gt;fena, samice od vlka, lišky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish:&lt;br /&gt;tæve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch:&lt;br /&gt;teef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estonian:&lt;br /&gt;emane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnish:&lt;br /&gt;narttu, naaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French:&lt;br /&gt;chienne, louve, renarde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German:&lt;br /&gt;die Hündin, die Wölfin, die Füchsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek:&lt;br /&gt;το θηλυκό του σκύλου, του λύκου ή της αλεπούς&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian:&lt;br /&gt;szuka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic:&lt;br /&gt;tík&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian:&lt;br /&gt;anjing betina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian:&lt;br /&gt;cagna; lupa; volpe femmina*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese:&lt;br /&gt;雌犬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean:&lt;br /&gt;암컷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latvian:&lt;br /&gt;kuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian:&lt;br /&gt;kalė, vilkė, lapė&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian:&lt;br /&gt;tispe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polish:&lt;br /&gt;suka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese (Brazil):&lt;br /&gt;cadela, loba, raposa-fêmea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese (Portugal):&lt;br /&gt;fêmea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanian:&lt;br /&gt;căţea; lupoaică; vulpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian:&lt;br /&gt;самка&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovak:&lt;br /&gt;suka, líška (samica), vlčica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian:&lt;br /&gt;psica, volkulja, lisica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish:&lt;br /&gt;perra, *loba, *zorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish:&lt;br /&gt;hynda, tik, rävhona, varghona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkish:&lt;br /&gt;dişi köpek, *kurt, *tilki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch2 [bitʃ] noun&lt;br /&gt;a (bad-tempered or unpleasant) woman&lt;br /&gt;Arabic:&lt;br /&gt;إِمْرأةٌ داعِرَه&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese (Simplified):&lt;br /&gt;脾气坏的女人，泼妇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese (Traditional):&lt;br /&gt;脾气坏的女人，潑婦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Czech:&lt;br /&gt;potvora, běhna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danish:&lt;br /&gt;mær; sæk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch:&lt;br /&gt;kreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estonian:&lt;br /&gt;eit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finnish:&lt;br /&gt;ämmä&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French:&lt;br /&gt;garce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German:&lt;br /&gt;das Weibsstück&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greek:&lt;br /&gt;στρίγκλα, σκύλα (μτφ.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian:&lt;br /&gt;szajha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic:&lt;br /&gt;tæfa, tík&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian:&lt;br /&gt;perempuan nakal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian:&lt;br /&gt;donnaccia; puttana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese:&lt;br /&gt;あばずれ女&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean:&lt;br /&gt;심술궂은 여자&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latvian:&lt;br /&gt;kuņa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian:&lt;br /&gt;kalė&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian:&lt;br /&gt;merr, tispe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polish:&lt;br /&gt;jędza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese (Brazil):&lt;br /&gt;prostituta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese (Portugal):&lt;br /&gt;cabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanian:&lt;br /&gt;ticăloasă&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian:&lt;br /&gt;сука&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovak:&lt;br /&gt;potvora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian:&lt;br /&gt;deklina, babura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish:&lt;br /&gt;zorra, lagarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish:&lt;br /&gt;satkärring, subba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkish:&lt;br /&gt;kancık, kahpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did research kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch Slap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="thumbs.click(1153134, 1)" href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to most definitions, the “&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bitch"&gt;bitch&lt;/a&gt;” is describing the “&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=slap"&gt;slap&lt;/a&gt;” rather than the destination. A Bitch Slap is a sharp, openhanded, stinging, yet generally benign slap – similar to being slapped by a bitch. When you “bitch slap” someone, you are slapping him or her like a woman would! Scratching, hair pulling, cursing, and crying generally follow a well-placed bitch slap. Beware, this oft-confused term has resulted in many pimps calling themselves bitches rather than describing their abuse. This structure of the descriptor preceding the verb is also used in the “&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Pimp+Slap"&gt;Pimp Slap&lt;/a&gt;”. To “Pimp Slap” does NOT mean that you’re slapping someone like you would slap your pimp – rather a pimp slap is to slap like a pimp does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to perform:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine some bitch just called out your fake Louis Vuitton shoes and hat just to make your baby’s daddy laugh at your cheap ass. Raise your right hand above your head, elbow bent, and pretend you are throwing a baseball like a girl. Open palm comes down in a chopping motion to the cheek and jaw of your victim. Twist your shoulders into the attack for maximum effect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-1215214760582760823?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/1215214760582760823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=1215214760582760823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1215214760582760823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/1215214760582760823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitch-slap-to-slap-bitchsto-slap.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-8415391737378888175</id><published>2007-04-11T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:19:32.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIrls&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;some people make our GIRL/WOMEN race a DISGRACE&lt;br /&gt;seriously we have different types of people in this world. well, categories that degrade us. theres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THe slutty clothes wear-er (is there such a word!!!?)&lt;br /&gt;They wear tiny clothes and make us girls look cheap slutty and easy. so much so that guys think were alllllll hookers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The smart chick who acts dumb&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! ive seen this happen infront of my own eyes!&lt;br /&gt;HOW MORE DEGRADING CAN YOU GET?!&lt;br /&gt;Now, we have to sluts walking around and now dudes will have the perception taht we are midless whores! THANK YOU VEry much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think theres mre but u get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n chicks&lt;br /&gt;listen up&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BOYFRIEND DOES NOT RULE YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;Some chicks have this "approval thingy" with their boyfriends, having to ask if theyre allowed to go out wiht who when and why. Or when they wanna do something like get a piercing etc etc. HOW STUPID CAN YOU GET? you dont listen to ur parents and u wanna ask a dude that wont even last long? i mean comon. IT dont make sense. Ure the boss of you. why do u need approval?&lt;br /&gt;ANother thing, when your boyfriend controls who u can and cannot talk to, you should give him a bitch slap!!! XD [ill define a bitch slap...wait yah]&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;seriously...&lt;br /&gt;you DONT need anyone telling you what to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;dont give a shit what people think.&lt;br /&gt;its&lt;br /&gt;STOOOOPID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;stop it!&lt;br /&gt;STOP DEGRADING US&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE STRONG&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE SMART&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HOTT&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE CLAssY&lt;br /&gt;WE RULE OUR OWN LIVES!&lt;br /&gt;and those of you who dont rule your own life, i think its about time you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-8415391737378888175?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8415391737378888175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=8415391737378888175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8415391737378888175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8415391737378888175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/04/girls-gosh-some-people-make-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-882367302511325226</id><published>2007-04-06T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:32:43.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honey's a dead hot dude (=&lt;br /&gt;eheh,school drama's GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;Joan&amp;i cried watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;we both agreed that if Honey were to be a real dude,we'll fall for her&lt;br /&gt;proves how HOT she is (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks emmie for saying such a shweet thing&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A HOTT DUDE&lt;br /&gt;BE JEALOUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-882367302511325226?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/882367302511325226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=882367302511325226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/882367302511325226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/882367302511325226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/04/honeys-dead-hot-dude-ehehschool-dramas.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-8793800205671611828</id><published>2007-04-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:39:07.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;MY POem&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to two "special people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian H***** is a faggot,&lt;br /&gt;he looks so ugly,&lt;br /&gt;worse than a maggot,&lt;br /&gt;He talks like a sissy,&lt;br /&gt;acts like one too,&lt;br /&gt;he even has very ugly and girly shoes,&lt;br /&gt;'he has a boo,&lt;br /&gt;yes its true,&lt;br /&gt;andre L**** is his name,&lt;br /&gt;and gay-ism is their game,&lt;br /&gt;he wears shiny shirts,&lt;br /&gt;he got nasty hair,&lt;br /&gt;I really pray he gets eaten by a bear,&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet raped in a dark alley,&lt;br /&gt;where he is left to die; all grose, icky and smelly,&lt;br /&gt;did i mention he has a belly?,&lt;br /&gt;All goey ad likey jelly.&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Andrew want to get married,&lt;br /&gt;but sadly gay marrige is not yet permitted,&lt;br /&gt;in our glorious country Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;The one, the only, the gayest in Asia,&lt;br /&gt;Or so Ian and Andrew think.&lt;br /&gt;Ian and Andrew; what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;they're such a perfect couple, they're perfectly gay,&lt;br /&gt;andrew's the hubby, ian;s the wife,&lt;br /&gt;they both seriously need to get a life,&lt;br /&gt;oh please! stab me with a knife!,&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand anymore gays in my sight!,&lt;br /&gt;not that i have anything against gays,&lt;br /&gt;I understand it is their nature and their way.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my poem today,&lt;br /&gt;about these two guys, Ian and Andrew,&lt;br /&gt;WHo are gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it for two unfair faggot judges =]&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you&lt;br /&gt;i know i rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049999846213249954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RhU0GqVRa6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/myf7_x0xfCo/s400/DSC03737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-8793800205671611828?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8793800205671611828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=8793800205671611828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8793800205671611828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8793800205671611828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-poem-dedicated-to-two-special-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RhU0GqVRa6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/myf7_x0xfCo/s72-c/DSC03737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-4637206074202584945</id><published>2007-04-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:02:12.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THings to buy before im sixteen&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Red High Heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a pair of red heels kays! I mean, its a must!&lt;br /&gt;they are just sexy, and go with anything XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. A thong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you heard me. A THONG. Ive always been curious how it'll feel. issit like a 24/7 wedgie or issit like cmfortable? so ill SACRIFICE my unddies (wtf) to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. A bikini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I know its skimpy and I ain't super slim and I wont be able to pull it off, but hey, I WANT ONE XD I most prob wont even wear it. so...yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. A dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just any dress, a casual dress. like dat black and white one in the guess add's *drool* its classy and sexy&lt;br /&gt;I WANNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Wedges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need new wedges. Wedges are comfortable and practical, so yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Red Nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, BLOOOOODDDDD red nail polish. okok, im into red kay. Its soo...sexy...grr [notty notty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. a LOOOWWWWW cut top that shows cleavage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a dare to wear this. so yeah, ill buy/wear one. MUAHAHA. Ill go elements and buy. (EMmilyn, if ure reading my blog, and may, if ure reading my blog, we go QB one day and get the low cut top frm elements or nichi or gap or mng mango or SOMEWHERE IN QB la XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. a TINY skirt (5 inches abv knee or sumthing like dat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, I have a plan kay. I wanna wear this short skirt and like wear wedges BUT with a long sleeved top...o la la. Its like sexy but not slutty...grr aagain XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. A long sleeveed top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read above XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Skinny Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weellll, theeyre hot kay! lets hope i can pull it off XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think dats it&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;DONATIONS OF CASH TO HONEYS CHARITY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CASH ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE CALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;014 XXXXXX5 (ill discuss when/whre we can meet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MINIMUM OF RM10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;All PROCEEDS WILL GO TO THE HONEY FUND TO HELP HER BUY THESE THINGS xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-4637206074202584945?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/4637206074202584945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=4637206074202584945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4637206074202584945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/4637206074202584945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-to-buy-before-im-sixteen-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-7866039781505343848</id><published>2007-03-22T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:46:01.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death by studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFB74esII/AAAAAAAAAAs/V7odZ1Jh9Po/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740800909324418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFB74esII/AAAAAAAAAAs/V7odZ1Jh9Po/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFB74esJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/---Pso35MQU/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740800909324434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFB74esJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/---Pso35MQU/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFCL4esKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VZGU1ys7TKQ/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740805204291746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFCL4esKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VZGU1ys7TKQ/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFCL4esLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Jbz-FeP0SHM/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740805204291762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFCL4esLI/AAAAAAAAABE/Jbz-FeP0SHM/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFCb4esMI/AAAAAAAAABM/WBgRkDQm2f4/s1600-h/DSC00489a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740809499259074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFCb4esMI/AAAAAAAAABM/WBgRkDQm2f4/s320/DSC00489a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-7866039781505343848?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/7866039781505343848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=7866039781505343848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/7866039781505343848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/7866039781505343848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/03/death-by-studies-end_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RgKFB74esII/AAAAAAAAAAs/V7odZ1Jh9Po/s72-c/DSC00340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-8086697180761432112</id><published>2007-03-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:55:30.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>should I or  should I NOT have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th birthday party?! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-8086697180761432112?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/8086697180761432112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=8086697180761432112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8086697180761432112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/8086697180761432112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-i-should-i-not-have-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-2853907670274170381</id><published>2007-03-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:52:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RfQI_m02uMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BLCR2ZssBDQ/s1600-h/DSC00282a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040663771781445826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RfQI_m02uMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BLCR2ZssBDQ/s320/DSC00282a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme start by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PIMPED MY BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its PIMPED man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER AWESOME! i know, i rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N i cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahts cool rite/??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tell me abt it =]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040663763191511186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RfQI_G02uJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nkh83IEByc8/s320/aaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum calls me boy, but hey, its all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040663767486478514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RfQI_W02uLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KiEHRc8SZPc/s320/DSC00201aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THis pic has a concept, its like "i cut my hair with this blade"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cool ei? i tot of it. thank yu thank you XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040663767486478498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B3lB6-afwcc/RfQI_W02uKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/3YlvjXETLTY/s320/DSC00171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-2853907670274170381?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/2853907670274170381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=2853907670274170381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/2853907670274170381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/2853907670274170381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/03/ok-lemme-start-by-saying-i-pimped-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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/_B3lB6-afwcc/RfQI_m02uMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BLCR2ZssBDQ/s72-c/DSC00282a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36548624.post-117094917343480933</id><published>2007-02-08T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:39:33.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The language of girls is a universal language. I can walk up to anygirl anywhere and have something in common with them. Its soo easy. If i dont meet a fren for like 12 years n reunite with her, I CAN CLICK! that is super awesome because its the language of girls.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we conclude&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the language of girls is UNIVERSAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, after eight long long lonhg years, i finally reunited with me stnd 1 pal Sue Lyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is soo different now, but I still love her soo much!&lt;br /&gt;like i jsut said, because of the LANGUAGE OF GIRLS we were reunited =]&lt;br /&gt;even with Hana, someone i TOTALLLY didnt knw, I could click.&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl rocks, sometimes [girls shud get me ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there comes a time in life where a girl hs to make a HARD decision. Like, getting married, getting a divorce, cheating on someone, losing her *sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;sooooooo, my time has come&lt;br /&gt;SHud i STRAIGHTEN or NOT STRAIGHTEN MY HAIR~~&lt;br /&gt;its a hard decision!!!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED HELP!&lt;br /&gt;there are like diff straigtenings i can do&lt;br /&gt;the natural one like Reena recommended me&lt;br /&gt;or the&lt;br /&gt;STUPER STRAIGHT ONE&lt;br /&gt;so, i need help&lt;br /&gt;PLS HELP.&lt;br /&gt;ok, taa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-117094917343480933?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/117094917343480933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=117094917343480933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/117094917343480933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/117094917343480933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/02/language-of-girls-is-universal_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116938503420793828</id><published>2007-01-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:10:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, now im listening to my Brotha scold his lil bro...gosh its scary... its like flashback to when i was lil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remmebr how I'll post if&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I get good results. Well, I didnt get good results...so...I didn post. But THANKFULLY im in Science one.&lt;br /&gt;WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got my results I was...shock&lt;br /&gt;It was unexpected&lt;br /&gt;and i mean in a BAD BAD BAD way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4707/4085/320/113233/DSC00316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and since I did so HORRIBLE...i figured i need tuition so im going for Add Math, Chemistry and Physics tuition. Im so exited&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like tuition&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think its fun. Call me a weirdo n stuff but seriously...its fun...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANNNND im gna be inaugurated soon! wee&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4707/4085/200/86599/DSC_5950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PREFECT HONEY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WEE&lt;br /&gt;i look so kuai kuai mann&lt;br /&gt;...and lemee tell ya...im GETTING A NEW CAMERA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;SONY CYBERSHOT! AWOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that means i can be more vain. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Afterall...i am the princess of vanity =]&lt;br /&gt;BLEk. anyway&lt;br /&gt;gtg now&lt;br /&gt;ill blog when therz sumthing WORTH blogging abt&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i knw this is a crap blog =]&lt;br /&gt;TATa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116938503420793828?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116938503420793828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116938503420793828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116938503420793828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116938503420793828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-now-im-listening-to-my-brotha-scold.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116720939123041214</id><published>2006-12-27T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T16:49:51.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. How has life been for me?&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up in one word...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe Im being a lil bit over the top but it sure feels tat way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMR RESULTS ARE OUT TOMROW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AHAHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...i feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;Im soo panic.&lt;br /&gt;I cant think straight.&lt;br /&gt;My vision is blurr.&lt;br /&gt;My life seems pointless [ok, maybe THATS a lie...but still..]&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, after I take my results tomrow [which Ill be sobbing n tears cz i KNOW i did shit] it'll be like barely a week to school.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to look forward too. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;The ministry is bloooody shit lA! Extending our school hours!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THEIR PROBLEM???&lt;br /&gt;Dont we have enough things to do without u F***s extending the time we spend in the place we [I anyway] hate the most???!! 7.30am-2.00pm n we have extra curricular activities [god knws why!] which I DONT learn aything from. A bloody waste of my precious time which should be spent doing PRODUCTIVE things n not wasted in school "LEARNING".&lt;br /&gt;In RC the ppl there talk chinese. Now, I DONT SPEAK CHINESE! do u think I understand what ure saying? FYI: I DONT! bloody donkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Thn I have religious classes to look forward to! TWICE a week. Yay me?&lt;br /&gt;Aihhh aihh aihh.&lt;br /&gt;98% of the teachers in my school dont even teach properly! I personally dont go for tuition n havent been before. I rely on myself. ME MY OWN SELF. The teachers dont teach. They SAY that they do...but they LIE. They will waste time coming late into class n leaving early n getting paid. Some of them are such pussovers n I wanna get them FIRED. I even was willing to do that petition thingy but my classmates wern't so gutsy. IM ANTI-SCHOOL n bloody proud of it. 94% of the people n my class go...wait...let me change that figure 99% of the people in my class go for tuition [the 1%represents me ] n I think tuition is STUPIDO!&lt;br /&gt;im the first anti school prefect? LOL! thats just WRONG! Im counting down the days I leave that shit hole called school.&lt;br /&gt;yeaAll my fake frenz [most of em] who backstab you the minute...wait...SECOND you turn away. Blahh. SO not looking fwrd to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its like the 27th, I goottta start writing my new years resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;1. I will study harder&lt;br /&gt;2. I will love ME more&lt;br /&gt;3. I will be more polite to mommie n daddie n sis&lt;br /&gt;4. I wnt take part or listen to any F***s gossipin [too much drama]&lt;br /&gt;5. I will lose weight by excercisin n NOT goin on a crazy DIET[they dont work anyway &gt;&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;6. I will get an accesory [ekekeke]&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;I will find the true meaning of christmas &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch tat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehee. GOne abit mad&lt;br /&gt;ok ill blog some other day.&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;ill blog if i get good results&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116720939123041214?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116720939123041214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116720939123041214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116720939123041214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116720939123041214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116576088137104241</id><published>2006-12-10T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:34:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok ok, it's not as if nuting has been happenin...I've just be lazy to blog. Haha. I have alll my blogs in my HEAD n whn I on my PC I just looooose it all!! it VANISHES!&lt;br /&gt;Now, im in the moood of typin n "bloggin" let me blog!&lt;br /&gt;ok, I just came back from Kay Ehl...that was Fun?? well, yeah it was! I did a WHOLE lotta shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is a simple formula!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping=happy&lt;br /&gt;happy=good&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I AM BROKE!&lt;br /&gt;ok, I went ta KLCC on the first day. I got this super awesome top from Diesel! I &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4707/4085/320/488328/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am a Princess! All shall WORSHIP ME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THen bla bla bla we went ta my dads frens house. So being the good person I am, I slept~ ahahahhaa! then i got up at 8pm ish n ate dinner there. At11 we went to a club. Now, I only go to R&amp;B clubs or clubs with REAL music! NEVER bhangra clubs! but my mum made this bhangra club sound soooooo exciting, i wanted to n NEEDED to go. n i did! N IT WAS THE WORST THING I EVER AGREED TO DO! THE CLUB WAS BORING!!! OMG! i nearly KILLED myself outta boredom! Thankfully i had a pen n paper n managed to doodle myself outta boredom. well, not totally out of boredom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4707/4085/320/977560/DSC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My artwrk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;N did i mention! daddy! he danced with a she man. actually the she man danced with him...but...ehehehhe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thankfully we went home. the next day we went ta 1 utama n ate at JOHNNYS STEAMBOAT! yumm yumm yumm!!!! then we shoped a lil...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;now, i dont know why malls in KL gotta be so big so i got lost a couple o' times. well, the place was huge *blushes* then we came home! home home home n to end our "holiday" we ate at fishermans wharf. n we ate fish [DURH] n the fish talked!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLS7QPwCs18"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLS7QPwCs18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;check it out!&lt;/p&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/36548624-116576088137104241?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116576088137104241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116576088137104241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116576088137104241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116576088137104241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-ok-its-not-as-if-nuting-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116325404341066488</id><published>2006-11-11T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:07:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okok, I havnt been blogging coz...well...noting much has been happenin...I signed up for a breakdance/hip hop class...tats cool =]&lt;br /&gt;But today...the MOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;INCREDIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WOW-za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;COOl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAppENnig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thing happend...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I COOKED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;FIne , fine, i HAVE cooked before....but mummy was always there...next to me...supervisin =]&lt;br /&gt;but this time...no mummie was there...i was alone...in the kitchen..cooking! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00033.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY MASTERPIECE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i should sooo be a chef =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116325404341066488?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116325404341066488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116325404341066488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116325404341066488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116325404341066488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/11/okok-i-havnt-been-blogging-coz.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116272921797137538</id><published>2006-11-05T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:20:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...Life has been&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt; preety boring &lt;/span&gt;these few days!&lt;br /&gt;hmm...Let me recall some of the things that happend...&lt;br /&gt;I'll Start with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I went to school as usuall...Then we had to do our "job"...putting barcodes on the SPBT books...Its not a very boring job, but it isnt the most fun either...&lt;br /&gt;After that, we has a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;spot check in school&lt;/span&gt;! That was the highlight of my day. Gosh, I love spot checks when I'm checking people =]. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SOOO FUN&lt;/span&gt;! I found so many weird things, like a handphone fo instance, a denim jacket, wedding cards, leave on conditioner, cd's, celeb books, autograph books, liquid paper...whoo! After that, back to our job...We had a different teacher there and boy wasnt she rushing us! So, to make it faster, I cut the barcodes, Steph opend the stickers, Sarah stuck the barcodes, Wai Teing and Shu Yong sticked the sello tape and Anna cut the sello tape. After a while of sticker stuff being pulled from stephs fingers, they sort-of went numb..and stephanie remarked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Err, Shu Yong, is there anyway we can pull out our receptors?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! The blurrness-es of Steph...&lt;br /&gt;I came home after going to gurney [with steph] after buying the prefects farewell gifts...and slept...When i got up...i walked to my bthroom and the light! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;MY LIGHT WAS WORKING&lt;/span&gt;! turns out wehn i was sleeping the electriction came and fixed it! I GOT A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; NEW LIGHT&lt;/span&gt; ! whoooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about all that happend on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;MOving on to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day of the prefects farewell...&lt;br /&gt;I had planned my wardobe of coz! I was going to wear the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;jacket I MADE&lt;/span&gt; [yes yes, i rock =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my jacket!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lOOK at the DETAIL on my jacket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wow... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I should so be a designer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ANyway, we went to Hotel Continetial of whatever its called and the food there SUCKS!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i mean EWW! PUKES AND DIES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Does the food look good??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, the moment of truth....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00082-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, here goes noting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00083-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OMG! EWW! this is like the worst thing ive eaten!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00084-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Even Steph couldnt stand the taste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you thought the food was bad! the desserts were even worse!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ro-Zanne and Sarah with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JELLY OF DOOM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;THE JELLY OF DOOM&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that, we played games =] IT wasnt exactly what you call "fun" but it was ok-ok la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, finally! IT WAS OVER!! I went home...well, not exactly! I went to Giant. Sis wanted to buy marshmellowz n sum other crap and mum wanted to buy groceries. I was at the chocolate Isle...Lookin at all the yummy chociez! There was this kid there...around my age...eurasion looking...lets call him, Freak =]...He went to another isle and I was there...looking at Kit kAT, beatrix potter...they have their own chocolate...at that precise moment some one called my name! I thought...how does Freak know my name?!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Haneesha"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So in a haste, putting my that box of chocolate back, I turned to my left...and who would have guessed it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Prem&lt;/span&gt;! in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/span&gt; of ALL PLACES! and he was dressed like a 15 year old! HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FInaly, I went home, slept...n bla bla bla, day endded...YAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok, now&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; TODAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I din do much...but I ate straw berries =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 1: Pick a Strawberry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 2: Take the strawberry and put it near your mouth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 3: Bite the strawberry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Step 4: Eat the strawberry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Step 5: Do it alll again =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YUMM!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116272921797137538?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116272921797137538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116272921797137538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116272921797137538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116272921797137538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116229759044833402</id><published>2006-10-31T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:26:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, my day started of crappy...and on Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;I got up in the morning &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;half dead&lt;/span&gt; because I couldnt sleep at night...&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EVENTUALLY&lt;/span&gt; I did sleep la, [phew] and it felt as if I just &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;closed my eyes&lt;/span&gt; and my mum was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;waking me up&lt;/span&gt; for school. Fine, FIne...I got up...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;DRAGGING&lt;/span&gt; myself to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the bathroom, half dead, with my eyes close, straining for every little bit of energy...I clicked on my light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hmm...the Light isnt on yet...maybe i accitdently on-ed my heater...or air cond...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked it...it WAS the light switch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*click off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*click on again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL NOTING! At this moment Im freaking out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok ok..chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*runs to mum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MUM! MY LIGHT! ITSD NOT WORKING! HOW AM I GOING TO SHOWER! OMG! MUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, relax...bathe with your bathroom door open but lock your roomdoor so u have at least a bit of light ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ok....Why didnt I think of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then, i got smarter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Why dont I use my handphone light...its bright and at least it'll shine making my bathroom brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was sooo happy at my brilliance...As I was happily showering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*buzz buzz buzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My phone vibrated...making it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DROP&lt;/span&gt; into the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;SINK&lt;/span&gt;! There goes my light! I was soooo thankful that I had washed all the soap out of my face! If not...imagine the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; HORROR&lt;/span&gt;! CRISIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I got out of the shower, wiped myslef clean n checked my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A message&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At this hour&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? how strange...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Premjeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31-oct-06  06:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boo! Happy halloween to you to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hmm...ok...replying my sms..thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I positioned my phone &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;...this time...on a slightly higher platform so I could &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wash my face n brush my teeth&lt;/span&gt;...I finished brushing my teeth [gosh they were feeling CLEAN] and started to wash my face...as i was washing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*buzz buzz buzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The handphone fell backward making the light source dissapper! I was standing there with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;soap In my eye&lt;/span&gt;!!! I qucikly washed it off, wiped my face and checked my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Premjeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;31-Oct-06   06:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;k. Im going school now. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Urm...thanks for letting me know...appreciate it...shweet of ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finally, after a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LONG STRESSFUL time in the Bathroom&lt;/span&gt;, I came out...like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;zombie&lt;/span&gt; [well, I felt like one! maybe I looked like one too...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wore my watch, badges, pinned my hair, packed my bag and I was off to school! yay??? =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I reached school...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER EARLY&lt;/span&gt;...I have no idea why...the office wasnt even open yet. I reached at 7.00a.m. haih...Thankfully the prefects room was open! Went there, signed it...put my bag...waited till it was 7.15a.m. then it was off to do my duty...LAME-ness-es!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The bell rang! n it was time for telematch! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the most boring game in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The prefects organaised it...man...WE ALL admitted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was kinda lame&lt;/span&gt;! Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that...i realised there was something small, sharp n fine in m hand...i think its a&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; thorn thing&lt;/span&gt;...its still here...I dont knw what it is...kinda hurts...I'll show daddy later &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Finally! the bell rang! 1.30 p.m....meaning &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCHOOL WAS OVER&lt;/span&gt;! I thought I could get a quick lnch frm KFC, quickly run into the pet shop buy the hamsters food and reach home by 2.00p.m...but i ended up reaching at 3.00p.m...ONE HOUR WASTED...&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;my precious sleep&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fine fine, i over exergerate! but, it felt that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I lay down on my bed by 3.15p.m. Doing everything needed in 15 mins so I could sleep...ahh...my soft pillow...snoozing into dreamland...alas I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; was asleep&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*buzzzzz buzzzzzz buzzzzz buzzzzzz buzzzzzz buzzzzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ARGH! who dares disturb my slumber!?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*checks phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;some unknown number was calling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;04658****&lt;br /&gt;31-Oct-06  15:38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I looked at my phone...n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;left it to ring&lt;/span&gt;...I wasnt in the mood for conversations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hoped to get up by 6.00p.m. to watch the simpsons...and miracualously...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I DID! I DId&lt;/span&gt;! no joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Of coz it was thanks to my handphone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*buzz buzz buzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oo..an sms...frm Prem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*clicked n replied*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*buzz buzz buzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*clicked n replied*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*buzz buzz buzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*clicked and replied*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Phew, I checked the time coz it was seriously dark..my mum closed the curtain...I thought it was 9p.m. or sumthing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17:57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;wait....its only what?! 5.57!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I CAN WATCH THE SIMPSONs~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I got up...washed up, brushed my teeth and ran to the tv...happy that I was in time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A re-run... A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;RE RUN&lt;/span&gt; OF AN EPISODE? I watched it anyway =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I went to my bathroom to shower...dreading that what happend to me in the morning might happen again and history might repeat itself...ahh, for the heck of trying...i clicked on the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;OMG! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT TURNED ON&lt;/span&gt;! OMG! YAY &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*jumps around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I had such a goood shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I turn on my pc...n came online to blog...about my weird/wonderful/freaky Halloween...&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/36548624-116229759044833402?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116229759044833402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116229759044833402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116229759044833402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116229759044833402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-my-day-started-of-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116221662101259136</id><published>2006-10-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:53:55.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept for 13 hours today! WHOO! frm 11pm until 12 pm..WHOO&lt;br /&gt;Today...I went UNDDIE shopping! My whole day revolved around UNDDIE shoppin! Sure, there were distractions such as Clothes n shoes...but it was mostly about UNDDIES k? I needed some preety ones! Im gna buy MORE and MORE! MUAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;ok, snaps back!&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I was saying about my UNDDIES [im just so happy abt it!]&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 pairs...I wanted MORE but mum stopped me. &lt;p&gt;Then, after buying mua BEAUTIFUL UndDies...i bought SHOES! nad laces...YAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND with this B.U.M shoes, I got a free &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;B.U.M Keychain&lt;/span&gt;!! YAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today ROCKED! WHOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116221662101259136?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116221662101259136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116221662101259136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116221662101259136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116221662101259136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-slept-for-13-hours-today-whoo-frm.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116213353373666433</id><published>2006-10-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:17:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another weird Sunday. Totally different. Kinda cool actually. So many diff things happen to me =].&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I entered a clog painting competition. Gosh, it &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WAS FUN&lt;/span&gt;! Did I mention &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i won 3rd&lt;/span&gt;? wee XD got this shampoo n stuf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before: a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LAME &lt;/span&gt;clog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aftr: &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt; Gorgeous!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC00023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The gum that brought me VICTORY~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Abit over the edge isnt it...hehe...Emily's Clog n Mizans clog were EQuaLly as GORGEOUS! Im &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt; that they didnt win...I met Alex there too...he &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;is sooo quiet&lt;/span&gt;...scary...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01306.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily's Clogs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mizan's Clogs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other clogs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thn, I went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;a party&lt;/span&gt; [YAY]. Momens Deeparaya partay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I admit....it WAS kinda lame at the beginin...i didnt know anyone xcpt Kyle...SCARY! The ice breaker of the party was &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TWISTER!&lt;/span&gt; MY twister!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/29102006%28009%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darren, some dude n momen playing TWISTA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/29102006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kyle's great photography...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then I joined the fun. I actually played with the girls...but seriously...they were&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; NO MATCH AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;! so i played with the guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/29102006%28015%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Darren, NFI n Momen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then, momen n NFI couldnt take the heat! So, they left. N it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;just me n Darren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/29102006%28016%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;N &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;THEN I WON&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I came home...&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;DEAD tired&lt;/span&gt;...n slept by 10.30/11...what a good day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116213353373666433?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116213353373666433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116213353373666433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116213353373666433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116213353373666433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-weird-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116202491666285422</id><published>2006-10-28T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:49:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow, my friday was wicked! It started off by mummy saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"HONEY! WAKE UP! ITS 9.30 ALREaDy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Nonit la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Wake up! ure grandma n cousin are on their way!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"fine fine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reluctantly got out of bed...practically &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAWLING&lt;/span&gt; to the bathroom. Then, they both came. My cousin is usually like a little devil, yet, he was soooo well behaved yesterday...ate alll his food, listened to whatever i told him to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01310.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my lil cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I came home after a long &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tiring day of shopping&lt;/span&gt; [eh, its hard work XD] and I decided to "chill on my couch. The next thing I knew, my mum was waking me up. I went upstairs had a shower got dressed and went to a "party". It wasnt exactly the most fun I've had but it wasnt that bad either! I met a few people whom I havent seen in a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;LONG LONG LONG time&lt;/span&gt;! That was good. I even met Prem, my friend since standard one [weee]. We usually meet &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;YEARLY&lt;/span&gt; [seriously] but we've broken our tradition *gasp* by meeting twice this year. THis dude, HATE to being in pictures so....&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i took some XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I probably might get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; for this but, hey, its allll worth it XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dad even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;let me drink&lt;/span&gt; at the party XD. My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;first whiskey&lt;/span&gt;. Drank a WHOLE glass. Damn it was good...omg, drinking at 15 *gasp*...o' well, must run in the family...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad n drinkz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The food at the party was excellent....damn, Im gna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;put on weight instead of losing it&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4707/4085/320/DSC01344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont have a sweet TOOTH i have sweet TEETh. im prob gna die of diabeties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;CAme home, half dead due to lazyness [hehe], showered n slept. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I warned everyone &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NOT to disturb me&lt;/span&gt; n let me sleep till well...anytime I wanted to...so I did. I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;got up at 2.30/3.00-ish in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;Man, around 12 hours of sleep. WOW...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is GOOD&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116202491666285422?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116202491666285422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116202491666285422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116202491666285422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116202491666285422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/wow-my-friday-was-wicked-it-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116184399241010031</id><published>2006-10-26T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:17:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life was my way n &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; ruled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the world would be a better place. Sometimes I wonder what people are thinking, how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their thoughts are, it is as if &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're brain&lt;/strong&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;a people person. DoI look like one? I seldom enjoy company of people who do not understand &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my superior intellegence XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A loner...that's what I am. Sure, I &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt; like you at first, but I'll slowly &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learn to dislike you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I dont really like kids unless they're totally cute innocent or related. I HATE bratz. I hate rude kids! I cant stand them. Im usually entertaining them...idiotic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sluts, whore, wanna-be's, stupid girls, "frenster girls", the pussycat dolls way of dessing, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;can't &lt;strong&gt;stand them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;they make us women look bad...look cheap. Like this girl I know [I wished I didnt]. Such. A. Slut. WHy did she even wear clothes?! Cute freaks...omg...should be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;killed n wiped frm the face of this earth.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[maybe im going to far...] but hey, u gotta be creative...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who hate me for no reason. I mean, you dont even know me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt;. If you wanna hate me, let me&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;give you something to hate first&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not funky ppl who try to be cool are just &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not ony does it look weird, its just plain &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I am not saying that I'm the coolest person in the world, or the preetiest, or the sexiest, or the fun-est or the ugliest, or the geeky-est or even the smartest! but &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am ME&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I dont want to put on a show n be the totally nice shweet girl...Im not. If I sulk, I sulk. If Im happy, Im Happy, if im shouty, i shout. I am ME and I will never change. I like this bitchy, obnoxious, kinky, shweet stupid, evil, clever, sad, weird, happy girl that I am! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deal with it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If you dont like me, say it to my face. You dont have guts! Lets go one on one! Wait...Why am I being so rebelious again? hmm...gone abit &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whack&lt;/span&gt;...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My dark side...XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116184399241010031?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116184399241010031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116184399241010031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116184399241010031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116184399241010031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-life-was-my-way-n-i-ruled-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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-36548624.post-116180111494122842</id><published>2006-10-26T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T02:31:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! finally...i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a blog! After &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [3 hours or more] of tirelessly searching, i found, i finally found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;my perfect blog skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. PHEW! Tht was hard work! I am sooo exited to blog. I havent been this exited since...err...idk...hehe. Ill really blog tomorw! im &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soo tired&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after all this searching imma sleep d. so, my first blog...WEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36548624-116180111494122842?l=more-me-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/feeds/116180111494122842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36548624&amp;postID=116180111494122842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116180111494122842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36548624/posts/default/116180111494122842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://more-me-again.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Honey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389695805309214500</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></feed>
