<?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-7264428617418493369</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:43:14.987+08:00</updated><category term='why must everything of you remind me of him? every single thing.'/><category term='revalation'/><category term='sing a stupid love song.'/><category term='bambambam'/><category term='i lie here in your embrace.'/><category term='this have never ended'/><category term='in my heart i knew what done cannot be undone'/><category term='i fell at the cross'/><category term='promises broken.'/><category term='reply my email will you?'/><category term='you keep popping up.'/><category term='munch munchhy'/><category term='excitinggg:D'/><category term='and dont break it.'/><category term='embrace the moment you have.'/><category term='kisses and hugs'/><category term='make a promise to me'/><category term='i&apos;m missing you badly:( he&apos;s perfect for the plan'/><category term='you&apos;re perfect for me. or not?'/><category term='i cried at the day you left'/><category term='you slapped in with the truth'/><category term='shutter smile'/><category term='move your body to the beat'/><category term='It&apos;s raininggggg'/><category term='boy'/><category term='but i&apos;ll love you forever'/><category term='i&apos;ve got to create a new me all over again'/><category term='now i&apos;m stronger.'/><category term='tell me a fact about yourself.'/><category term='this is my heart&apos;s cry.'/><category term='time after time'/><category term='i just dont understand'/><category term='i feel like going back to the place whee we 1st met.'/><category term='i&apos;ve learnt my lesson after being with you'/><category term='today is the day.'/><category term='love'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>Abigale Apricot Neen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-4232997188986780504</id><published>2010-01-24T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:24:28.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I've shifted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="https://abyyyy.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;! relink please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4232997188986780504?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4232997188986780504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4232997188986780504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4232997188986780504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4232997188986780504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-shifted-to-here-relink-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-8801844836216143910</id><published>2010-01-21T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:42:04.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;yet another sleepless night, lying there staring into blank space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;finding someone to talk to, but decided not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;the person i chose to talk to doesnt care, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i'm going insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;help! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8801844836216143910?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8801844836216143910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8801844836216143910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8801844836216143910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8801844836216143910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-another-sleepless-night-lying-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2285368600016537132</id><published>2010-01-21T08:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:06:10.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm tired in class.&lt;div&gt;so blahed out. sleepy. last night couldnt sleep at all:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this sat will be super super packed. alot of things lined up for me. which made me miss sooooo many other things that i cant attend:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is soooo depressing can. depressing. depressing. depressing. i am contemplating about something else. this aint good at all. like seriously. things are not working the way i want it to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. i'm too lazy to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2285368600016537132?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2285368600016537132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2285368600016537132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2285368600016537132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2285368600016537132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-tired-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1822309504637566215</id><published>2010-01-18T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:52:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've waited for 365 days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dramadramaandmoredrama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooo not looking forward to school tmr. arghs. so annoying. :(&lt;br /&gt;cognitive faci not coming to school, and i'm going to atsunrice to check out the school and stuffs. i'm still deciding if i should go to clarke quay now. i cant decide la. but most prob no, maybe soon, but not today i guess, i'm too flakey, very worn out and tired.&lt;div&gt;try sleeping at 2.30(not i chose to, i tried to sleep @1030, but couldnt fall asleep), and wake up at 5.30. you'll die, i promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i got a shock this morning, maybe a bad one, maybe a good one. idk. i cant decide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays. i'm skyping with krissy now. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blog again soon! byebye!(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1RQTlWKgAI/AAAAAAAABPM/UncM8vLmDyY/s1600-h/krisy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1RQTlWKgAI/AAAAAAAABPM/UncM8vLmDyY/s400/krisy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428051748261101570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1RQTJ9BOvI/AAAAAAAABPE/dTDCQOQ9UMM/s1600-h/krissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1RQTJ9BOvI/AAAAAAAABPE/dTDCQOQ9UMM/s400/krissy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428051740907879154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1QkPrkp9nI/AAAAAAAABO8/nYaLPqkCGd4/s1600-h/FLAVVY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1QkPrkp9nI/AAAAAAAABO8/nYaLPqkCGd4/s400/FLAVVY1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428003302701397618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THE BACKGROUND. OMGOMGOMG. &lt;div&gt;i'm at k's house now, looking at pictures. we found flavvy's piccy in someone elses picture. IT IS HILARIOUS. ESP THE FACE. go look at it! HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;flavvy gonna kill me soon. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so blahed out about school that i no longer really care about anything. oops. but too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k is freaking out, i'm calm and laughing at something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays, i'm off to bed. goodnight everyone, till we meet again!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1822309504637566215?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1822309504637566215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1822309504637566215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1822309504637566215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1822309504637566215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/dramaaaaaa.html' title='i&apos;ve waited for 365 days.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S1RQTlWKgAI/AAAAAAAABPM/UncM8vLmDyY/s72-c/krisy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-2061310160543642425</id><published>2010-01-17T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:44:31.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>find my way back into love</title><content type='html'>Kinda moodswingy lately. :( idk why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;i do not like school anymore. i'm serious, i've totally like lost interest into going to school and stuffs, and i'm trying all sorts of ways to skip school if i can. i cant say what happenned here, come ask me, maybe i'll tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i'm confirmed going to leave RP, many people asked me not to, many people scolded me, but i'm going ahead to do what i like. so just accept it and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;past few days, i've been out with krissy, staying home, slacking, and planning my work.kinda busy. taking time off for myself.k kept asking me to blog. but i'm sooo lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to her, i'm obsessed with CW. omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DW is like so swoon worthy. omg. meltzxzx. always meltzxzx. never fails. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next tuesday, alot of things are going to happen, i have my little talk with my prog chair. then gg to atsunrice to check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just sent in my order for my wallet and bag!:D:D wheeeeee. happyhappy. i hope it comes in by CNY. now i'm rethinking if i should not buy. hmmm. and it is annoying that the seller has not contacted me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prawning was kinda suckky, prawns HATE ME. :(:( depressed. VERY DEPRESSED!:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k kept saying stuffs, which i totally do not agree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i'm worn out, i'm tired, i'm annoyed, i'm pissed, i'm sleepy, i'm hungry, i'm angry, i'm happy, i'm sad, i'm hyper, i'm going to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight bees and honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i dislike someone(related to me) who is damn freaking annoying which loves to put me down, who is simply annoying. she thinks my o levels are bad, she thinks getting into a private school sucks, she says that if she could get into a poly, she would be damn happy. (contradicting) com'on la. she thinks she is damn freaking great, annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;her o level results are like crap- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who the hell fails english, and wants to get into mass comm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; who didnt even study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who was the one who cant even get into ANY poly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; who is the one who is wasting money and going to different schools?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; who is the one spending away all daddy's money and wasting her life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is the one who thinks she is so great when she is still studying at 22 and claims she can earn big bucks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is the one who says that private is not good when SHE HERSELF is in one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who does she think she is when she can put someone down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who the hell is the one that is just asking for money all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is the fat one who calls me a fatass? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is the one who doesnt even help out at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;com'on man. i hope you read this, GO COMPLAIN. i dont give a damn shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you think you're so great. like com'on la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUTTING PEOPLE DOWN IS NOT THE WAY TO PUSH YOURSELF UP B*ATCH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2061310160543642425?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2061310160543642425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2061310160543642425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2061310160543642425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2061310160543642425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/find-my-way-back-into-love.html' title='find my way back into love'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-72245651032688003</id><published>2010-01-17T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:06:56.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm annoyed, i'm sad, i'm depressed.&lt;div&gt;dont talk to me.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-72245651032688003?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/72245651032688003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=72245651032688003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/72245651032688003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/72245651032688003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-annoyed-im-sad-im-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-568202999096748318</id><published>2010-01-15T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:29:46.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgggg. i'm so in the mood of i dont wanna study. SAVE MEEEEE.&lt;div&gt;dad is like nagging at me about me ponning school intentionally and unintentionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm like so blahed out about school now. maybe it is a little too mundane for me. i called up atsunrice yesterday. and i'm determined to go there, however, i might need to work on weekends. which is like not good.means school eaten up my weekends. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; juicy charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:( i saw on ebay, but then i cant use daddy's cc, or he will KILL ME. but sooooo pretty:( so upset now. i want to buy it!:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i sound like a freaking spoit brat now. HAHA, NOT ONE. so boring laaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to lessons! byeeeeeeeeee!! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-568202999096748318?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/568202999096748318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=568202999096748318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/568202999096748318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/568202999096748318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/omgggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3183860939265283376</id><published>2010-01-14T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:09:59.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakout!:(</title><content type='html'>i've been attempting to blog for the past few days, but failed. because i was wayyyyy too obsessed over cafe world. thanks to k, who now has quit it. &lt;div&gt;YES PEOPLE, CALL ME INSANE AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm applying for atsunrice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wish me all the best.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 interviews. ahhhh. but i have faith that i'll do well!:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've having a major breakout. :( stupid stress and friend. i'm been stressing over my sch project for days. and no one seems to reply me. terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been skipping school. quite alot. because i am kinda tired recently. very worn out. :( and stressed. i hope i can like quit school now. i'm waiting for skin to clear up, then i'll go for my interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm trying really hard to get my letter of recommendation:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cooked dinner tonight. it was yummy:D daddy loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been spending much time with k and ly. wheeee(L) gonna miss her when she's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. i'mma go continue with my school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeee!(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3183860939265283376?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3183860939265283376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3183860939265283376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3183860939265283376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3183860939265283376'/><link 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routine, so i started to search for my phone, then i realised i forgot to bring it. part of me soo wanted to stay and do my usual routine, however, the other half made me leave for school instead. so i gave in and went to school instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was super shagged today. i need to go shopping for my new year stuffs. arghs. yet to do it. and i'm running low on shampoo and make up. when can daddy bring me out and buy it for meee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FA UT was horrible:(:( i got a feeling i'mma fail it! depressing or what:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baosheng called daddy. it was hilarious, because in the car,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; daddy asked me who was the one who said  'uncle, ni de nu er zhao ni' he laughed at BS and his plan on kidnapping me. HAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ahhhhhhh, wtvr. i just bought another 4 more dresses online. freak me. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays. i'mma go pack my bed a little, full of nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8296223865942073841?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8296223865942073841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8296223865942073841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8296223865942073841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8296223865942073841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-9132111353393753926</id><published>2010-01-10T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:06:38.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flutters.</title><content type='html'>got woken up at 9 by shinn, then i went back to sleep and woke at 11.&lt;div&gt;showered, prepared and went to bishan to meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studied a little, i went a little insane, and my comp batt kinda died on me:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had chicken rice for lunch, it was kinda yummy. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then had bubbleteaaa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hung ard, i read LBD while he did his work, cant believe he reads astroboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k came after,i was writing my blog, but i cant scan it because sissy took the scanner away. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went downt o get magazines, but he didnt want to finish his work, so we went to have dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k had the beefball thing, shinn has his usual chicken, i had some weirdo homemade noodles thingy. yum. then yinngy came,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;we chatted, gossiped, laughe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. really hard at bishan gay. ( who looks like N, according to S)AHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i went to get my photoprinter thingy, hung ard, then left for home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;dad bought a new cammy for himself. :( not for me. arghs. so annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i get my award, so i can buy my endless list of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)A light lappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)ipodotuch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)blackberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Macbook pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)moremoremore shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)moremoremore dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) nice cute furniture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9132111353393753926?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9132111353393753926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=9132111353393753926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9132111353393753926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9132111353393753926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/flutters.html' title='flutters.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2951612929891498873</id><published>2010-01-10T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:50:15.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate the goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>woke up late, went to church and met shinn. he looks like a sec2 kid. cuteeeee. then everyone came down, and i bought curly fries, yummy. then after that, went to mrt to meet shini, mel. went up to church, good seats, pst Joakim is FAB:D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after service, hung ard, talked, ate kuaychap stall, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;got annoyed by nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.:( then went up to church. saw this unknown bag on the floor, found out it is linus's. his bag has alot of nonsense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went down with jerome and flavvy to get food. then ping came:D:D went up to church and watched the ending of how to lose a guy in 10 days. talked to some people, talked about some people, then we left for srgn.(we includes, shinn, flavvy, nictan, ping and me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;went to carrotcake stall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;( i know it makes no sense) then had my teh peng. and carrotcake. the toilet there is GROSS. ew. hung ard a little more, then they all left, me and k went to kampong park. it was scaryyy there. we saw a rat and i thought i was hallucinating. BUT WE HEARD IT SQUEAKKKK. ew. we screammed. then we walked to my area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughed otw there. ping is super paranoid. and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;she was upset about ___ and i was depressed over not ___ a ______. and i'm not allowed until she leaves. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then her dad came to pick her up and i came home:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0i_Xk-mArI/AAAAAAAABOU/7NfzF0l_vUk/s1600-h/IMG_1849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0i_Xk-mArI/AAAAAAAABOU/7NfzF0l_vUk/s400/IMG_1849.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424796162951873202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0i_XXsfQ3I/AAAAAAAABOM/I4kUrpsl8rI/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0i_NP0dQdI/AAAAAAAABNc/8CKOpMtzw64/s400/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424795985473520082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love♥&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/7264428617418493369-2951612929891498873?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2951612929891498873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2951612929891498873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2951612929891498873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2951612929891498873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='i hate the goodbyes.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0i_Xk-mArI/AAAAAAAABOU/7NfzF0l_vUk/s72-c/IMG_1849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-5639782910017018212</id><published>2010-01-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:55:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P is the new P.</title><content type='html'>Went to school, left school at 1115. cabbed down to NP to meet&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; jerome&amp;amp;melvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; had lunch at makan place, met flavvy &amp;amp; alim, went to walk ard to gather info for the courses he/me wants. &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;saw Giant guy(the one i was talking about in sept?,(OMGOMGOMGOMG.) i cant believe i seen him there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. eye contact all the way. but no number gotten though. wtvr, i promise when i see him the next time i will ask. saw&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;this guy with hot pink heels. (bows down). powerrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, jerome and melvin left, we went to SP, i went to meet ying, walked ard, saw elwyn lookalike. then we trained down to bugis(me, ly) alim missed his stop. HE CAN DANCE. OMG. flavvy went to church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ying and me went to get FOOD. yummy. i had my fishcake, she had meesua and also the toriQ thingy. then we walked over to ST place. it is kinda nice there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brice, ChingHao and Jessica &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;were there. hung ard till like 6 plus, then trained to DG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to have astons, but failed badly, because of the longgggggg queue. so had billy bombers. milkshake=yummy. thats all i had, no appetite to eat at all. even until now:(  then we went to ps to walk ard, window shopped a little, tried to find stuffs for brice, then went home, k and i hung ard at the void deck, then after then she left, i went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Brice thinks k is the P, i'm the G! wheeeeeee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;lols. it is fun to gossip with someone whom dont know your identity, but you use your real name. then talk about someone whom she also knows, then critique some other person. dont ask me how i got her blog. hahaha. but it is really funfunfun. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dScb3H10I/AAAAAAAABNU/oE3Y-pDBfbE/s1600-h/IMG_1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dScb3H10I/AAAAAAAABNU/oE3Y-pDBfbE/s400/IMG_1827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424394924659824450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dScCeO_XI/AAAAAAAABNM/MhuBZSxvZLU/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dScCeO_XI/AAAAAAAABNM/MhuBZSxvZLU/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424394917844548978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dSb-5NuKI/AAAAAAAABNE/i1aYB_Ax2V8/s1600-h/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dSb-5NuKI/AAAAAAAABNE/i1aYB_Ax2V8/s400/IMG_1820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424394916883970210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dSbcB4VWI/AAAAAAAABM8/z-H_vXP6yI8/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dSbcB4VWI/AAAAAAAABM8/z-H_vXP6yI8/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424394907525076322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5639782910017018212?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5639782910017018212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5639782910017018212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5639782910017018212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5639782910017018212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/p-is-new-p.html' title='P is the new P.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0dScb3H10I/AAAAAAAABNU/oE3Y-pDBfbE/s72-c/IMG_1827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-1814344596352997431</id><published>2010-01-08T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:43:00.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abigale is retarded!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1814344596352997431?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1814344596352997431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1814344596352997431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1814344596352997431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1814344596352997431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/abigale-is-retarded-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6614300971702188701</id><published>2010-01-07T07:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:28:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang your head</title><content type='html'>i feel like cutting myself away from the internet, which is like impossible because i have to use it almost everyday.i keep finding stuffs i should not be finding out. esp peoples' blogs. &lt;div&gt;i've been reading this girl's blog.and coincidentally, she knows _. and she thinks he is cute. and obviously, like all other girls that i know, she is in love with him. why is this so? scary uh, i'm trying to cut away all the nonsense, then it pops up on someone's blog unexpectedly. amazing or shit? to me this is shit la. seriously, it isnt working out very well. maybe i just need to end this once and for all, and you know how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BANG 3 MORE TIMES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BANG ANOTHER 3 MORE TIMES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BANG ANOTHER 3 MORE TIMES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AND VIOLA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i suffer a concussion, go to the hospital, doctor will announce that i lost my memory, and i forget everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;well done me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;yesyesyes, i'm insane. and dont worry, only when i reach a dead end, then i'll do that. however i dont think i'll suffer a concussion, but instead, i might die, which inturn might be good for some people as they hatehate me and want me to die, and good for me, which i might/mightnot go to heaven and i need to explain to God why i killed myself. which trying to cut off from someone is not such a good reason to die. makes no sense huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at times like this,when i'm so damn freaking bored in class, and thinking about nonsense, looking at cute guys out of my class' glass panel, i have to crap to kill time. remember the giant guy i was telling you about? he is weird. idk the good weird or bad weird. ahhhhhhh, wtvr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my faci just came into class. 15mins early. cant believe it. omg. i'm so damn freaking sleepy, slept at like 1am last night. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;before i went to bed, i was like thinking about what would happen if my lappy crashed on me today. and guess what? it crashed on me this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, making me freak out like insane. but after restarting it, it came back alive. Thank God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is like MATH UT later and i have yet to study. badbadbad. so not good at all. because if i fail this, i can prepare to die a horrible death. oh btw, just a little update on what i'mma intending to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;i'm applying for TP culinary and catering. via DAE. however, i will finish my semester in RP 1st.If i get the course, then i'll decide again if i want to accept the offer, if i dont, i'll either stick with RP or go and find a private school to study in. dont comment or whatsoever, i've enough of all the commenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i have no idea who reads my blog, but i know there are at least 15 different people who read my blog daily. ah wtvr, see this or not, i dont really care. hahha. okays, i'm off back to school work and class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6614300971702188701?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6614300971702188701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6614300971702188701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6614300971702188701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6614300971702188701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/bang-your-head.html' title='Bang your head'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1106286238182774185</id><published>2010-01-06T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T16:04:56.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at home, lying on the bed, slacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so bored. so bored. so bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was just randomly looking at my other blog(the old one. dont bother looking for it, it is locked). then i was reading last year's new year post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;i realised how much i've changed. i can say, i changed alot. and someone made me stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the whole of 2009, i was pondering, wondering how to get him back. until i got slapped by a hard rock, that he is not meant to be mine. yes, i do miss him, but i no longer love him. even though there are times when i feel lost, i tend to go back to the memories, but i realised, it cant be relived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;live on with the memories, not the past. -ianiie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2009 wasnt a really good year for me, i had to step out of my comfort zone and move into poly, which worked out fine, then became really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i made new friends, i lost some friends, and i made some enemies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm happy with the new friends i made, i'm upset with some of the friends i lost,(not all, because some of them are not worthy to be upset of) and kinda shocked with my enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; i'm quite glad with the friends i have, that pulled me through, lifted me up when i needed someone. they are (L)ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are times when i just needed a simple hug, just words of encouragements, and not people pulling me down. thats when they come in. if you know me, i hate comparision. i hate people to compare me to others. because when people compare, they tend to pull people down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have loads of things to tell to everyone. but i cant type it all here, because some of it is very private. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need to connect back with people i've lost touch with like vikash singh jackson!! i've not been contacting alot of people, and i feel really bad because you did so much for me in the past, and now, i just cut off contact from you:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so if i tag you, it is either i've lost contact with you and want to reconnect with you, or that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i (L) you!:D thanks for being there for me, thanks for tolerating all my shit and nonsense, thanks for all the memories you gave and awaiting the notyet created memories. thank you for all the little things you've done for me, thank you for tahaning my weirdness and childishness, also, thank you for being my friends and listening to me rant non stop. you guys rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ups and downs in 2009 certaintly did pull me up, or tear me down. but i'm still who i am. i know there are some people who hatehatehate me to the core. i cant do anything about that can i? many things have happenned. and i've learnt something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Learn to appreciate what  they currently have-Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll take 2009 as a lesson learnt in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2010 is a brand new start. going to learn from my mistakes, going to lead my life, making new choices. this year, i'm going to have a brand new me. someone you never would expect me to be. no longer the old aby, welcome the new one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR PLANNING FOR THE FUTURE IS WORTH IT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;because in the end, you're the one living your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;do things for your own sake, not for anyone else, because once he/she is gone. you no longer have motivation to carry on. -Justin Lun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;besides the fact that k is going to leave soon:( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's obvious that she is my little ping. and &lt;b&gt;without ping, there cant be pong&lt;/b&gt;. i'm going to miss her like crazy, and i dont want her to leave. but i cant do anything. &lt;b&gt;times spent together were insane and crazy. irreplaceable. things we done together, things we made, things that happened. all the laughter, chicken rice and outings, the memories just increases indefinitely.&lt;/b&gt; i'll promise that i will never ever forget her. and the promise of going into a sexshop when we hit 21. (dont you dare forget that). all the pinky swears, all the little promises and plans. times we had together, ever since like sec 2, is fabfabfab. i'm gonna be soo sad when you leave, and just a random sidenote(seacow just came online). i'm gonna miss you like how _ misses you. and like how a snail misses its shell. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1106286238182774185?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1106286238182774185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1106286238182774185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1106286238182774185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1106286238182774185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections-2009.html' title='reflections 2009'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-8823694913087368114</id><published>2010-01-04T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:46:41.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people aint the same anymore.</title><content type='html'>School was blah.&lt;br /&gt;in the process of wondering if i sld transfer to Tp, have been doing my research. and it is good la. however, there are still contradictions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school, went to meet K @ potong pasir. proud of her to take a bus herself to somewhere she has never been. then trained to boonkeng. i went to my childhood place(L). bookstore to get my stuffs, then went to mrt to wait for royyyyyy. roy's near is very far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took piccys, tried to do my work, epic fail. k kept taking piccys of me. then roy came. (like finally) went to maccys, k went to toliet, i tried to dl my file. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAILED AGAIN!:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( then we went to have boontongkee as we were HUNGRYYYYYY. Roy ate super little, 1 bowl of rice. me and k had 2 bowls each!!;D yum. i realised roy is like me, keep dropping foooood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then JH called and said he reached. so i asked him to run across the road. then he was like, got so many cars, how to run. i burst out laughing. he came over and he didnt want to eat. tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went back to srgn and hung, roy left for the clinic, they came to my void deck and hung. took piccys then yinggy came!:D hung awhile more, the jh left, the both girls left, so i went homeeeee! talked to dad. did a little work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;from a guy: my shirt is too thin, you can see my nipples through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0H8ez34v1I/AAAAAAAABM0/VOClo0j4Pik/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday night: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was initially doing my work. then while chatting to S and F on the phone. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i closed EVERYTHING. and i didnt manage to get back any info:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; so i decided to just leave the house and go meet them. at 1am in the morning. OMGZXZXXZ. at AMK again! slacked&lt;b&gt; @macs&lt;/b&gt; then walked to amkpark for some chilling out. it's really nice there. hung till about 3am. then cabbed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 1230pm, then went to shower and prepared for church.  left for church, saw JR at the busstop. he has become soooooo scary. omg. church was great.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; eccl 2:20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. my verse for this year. gladys tweet made everyone look at me. YES I WORE YELLOW PANTS. after that, hung ard for awhile with the ceg, then trained to bishan to meet k and ly. ly bought popcorn. yummy. i had my bakchormee. the weirdo blondie kept staring at us. then we hung ard bishan, sat at coffeebean, AND SAW A CHICHAK(idk if that is how you spell it) . so ying rannnnnnnnnn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slacked at the busstop, and saw cute cap guy. after he left, we saw a blue shirt guy. i kept staring and staring. then ying ask me to look closer.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;IT WAS GINOOOOOOOO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; supersuper long never see him already. more than a year.cuteeeeeeeeeee. hung ard a little more, then left for home. k and i hung ard my house slide. took piccys, talked about people, and did funny stuffs. then at like 11plus, we went to hail a cab for k to get home.  then i went home, showered and chatted with someone online :D went to bed at 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 8 to prepare to go to church. yes, church, 1st time in my life, i wake at 8am on a sunday for church. we go to the church is only to see ROY:D. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;him the altarboy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cuteeee. i called k at like 8.45am to only know that she was still asleep, and her SHIT was hilarious.  besides the fact that he kept yawning, and didnt even notice us.. the priest refused to give me the bread until i said amen. -.- and R didnt even notice that. apparently he was very tired. hahaha. after the whole thingy, we went to the canteen. to realize k didnt bring her wallet. roy went to find us after he changed. and we initally wanted to eat katong laksa.but they didnt have what we wanted, so had yakun instead. not as good as i thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; then R went home and we went to ying's house. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;did crazy stuffs, postits, crazy piccy taking, singapore ghost stories, talking, laughing, banging my head against the pole, banging my leg against the pole, calling people up, texting people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for all the piccys. go to krissy's blog. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0EwjymPwNI/AAAAAAAABMM/3Ccfik0IIgg/s1600-h/IMG_1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0EwjymPwNI/AAAAAAAABMM/3Ccfik0IIgg/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422668817766531282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0EwEOtIU9I/AAAAAAAABLU/TPbGgh9O19I/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422668275555783634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0EwDoNo2xI/AAAAAAAABLM/ySGcT1_CJ2c/s1600-h/IMG_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/S0EwDoNo2xI/AAAAAAAABLM/ySGcT1_CJ2c/s400/IMG_1664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422668265223150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1515730364436042255?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1515730364436042255/comments/default' title='Post 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-6276291368163273390</id><published>2010-01-03T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:53:39.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i promise a long post tmr morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but for now. i'm irritated by the fact i have school tmr morning and dad has set a rule of lights out @10pm on school nights(nights when i have school the next day) which only leaves me for friday night and saturday night that i can hangout late till weeeee hours and not get scolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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changes. i've changed the way i look at life. tons. i'll blog more later when i get home or smth.&lt;br /&gt;till then, dont miss me♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3247027989622719854?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3247027989622719854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3247027989622719854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3247027989622719854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3247027989622719854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3965969978013281314</id><published>2010-01-01T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:51:12.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new me. i hope</title><content type='html'>yesterday, met k at the playground. then we went to the mrt to wait for ying and siblings&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. epic picture taking failed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. scared the indian couple. hilarious. saw some pink shirt guy we know but dont know the name. ying and siblings came. we went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;ACM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. walked there from clakequay. as we walked, we tried to spot people, laughed at boys. got there and got free coke. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;wanted to kiss k for an adam lambert CD&lt;/span&gt;, but we were too slow. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we left, spotted people PDA-ing. walked ard city hall, nice, then supersuper crowded. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;both k and me was sooooo worried about people groping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.eww. walked for like an hour, then decided to go to amk hub. hailed a cab, no one wanted to take 5 people. so we walked to the busstop and took a bus instead. liyong is super hyper. she ran across the road. omg. then we took a train from cityhall to amkhub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met daniel there. then which then we realised that we couldnt do anything. so we wanted to k, we walked to amkhub, went up to the lift place. then they bought hotdogs. gosh. both siblings eat sooooo much. and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;we spend newyear countdown queuing for hotdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we walked to K, saw qy on the way.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; k was freaking 38++ bucks per person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. omg. it's insane pleaseeeee. so we wanted to pool, idk what happenned to that idea. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;wanted to go to ying's house for a party, but didnt, because we were cheated by saying that there is no electricity. which is totally untrue. where there are only NO LIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;. omg. but we went over to bishan to meet with B and CH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liyong went insane in the train. omg. she got hyper until cannot hyper already. then went to macs to meet b and ch and some other people idk their names. hung out, chatted, lauughed. then ying had to leave:( so went to spam piccys 1st then they left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and k went to walk ard bishan, in hope to find someone but failed. hung ard a voiddeck and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;got screened by the police&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dangggggg. saw HT there as well. the whole day i saw lots of people i knew, but dont know know them, just know them.  so i didnt wave or whatsoever. then we decided to leave because the police said that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bishan aint safe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; omg. i didnt know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we trained back to serangoon and lie on the slides that i love to lie on. looked at the skies, laughed, talked texted. until zy and jh came. they are hilarious. zy hair is niceeeeee. makes him look chubby like last time. then they left. i sent k off and i went home. did some work before i slept. then woke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now for bbq lunch! wheeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/Sz2NM8O8XyI/AAAAAAAABLE/PtE2HlVBdUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/Sz2NM8O8XyI/AAAAAAAABLE/PtE2HlVBdUQ/s400/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421644779890695970" 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"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9142853430319879171?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9142853430319879171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=9142853430319879171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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loads.i'm seriously going insane. i still dont have much plans for tmr. because of some freaking retarded reason. not telling you. &lt;div&gt;i realised i have alot of friends whose name starts with J. check my phonebook. it has the most names starting with J. not kidding. and someone whose name starts with J just signed in. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so damn freaking sleepy. and i keep thinking of something. dang. everyday is going to be a torture for me now. :( i dont like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and i'm still contemplating if i should change course. it is driving me insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need more ideas. spam me with ideas pleaseeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel like going out tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. who's up for it. text me. or msn me? i'll gladly go out with you, because i need to get my mind off things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm looking forward to dinner because there are yummy food tonight. and i hope nothing ruins my mood at all. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;now it's time. the time when everything looks like it has fallen into place, on the surface.but in actual fact, everything is just hidden beneath. it looks like requirements met, it looks like everything is all calm. but in actual fact, everything is raging. erupting. scary? not. because i've been through more than that. one day, this rubberband will snap. it breaks, everything comes out. watch out.&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/7264428617418493369-334019556862882231?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' 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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-7264428617418493369.post-4395728791932839021</id><published>2009-12-30T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:59:45.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year</title><content type='html'>yesterday was spent with ly and k.&lt;div&gt;went to meet k for lunch &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;@sakae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. then went to Marinasq to buy her chapstick. went shoe shopping. bought a pair of wedges and also a bag for newyear. only yet to buy my clothes. after that, yinggy came and we went to yoshi for lunch, well she ate, we drank. then watsons to get her stuff. marymount aftermath. went to gary's house. met&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; cool, cute, funny hilarious people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the got home because of retarded dinner. 'sulks' went home, got freaking scolded for wanting to go back to gary's house:( came back from dinner then webcammed with J. watched my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;10thingsihateaboutyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. then went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke at 11 morning. prepared to go out. thought meeting time was at 1.30pm, so reached late. it was supposed to be 1. met this new guy called daniel. they had mosburger, then we went to check for tickets. no avatar 3d, so watched &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sherlock holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; instead. it was a gooooood movie. like it. besides daniel kept commenting. after that, hung ard bishan, then went to amk to pool. they had dinner at s11, but had no mood to eat, pool was fun, kept poking people. then all left except me, s, n and d. we went to some coffeeshop and ate. not as good as i expected.then left for home. n took a bus home, s walked me and d to the train station. then left for home. talked to d until my train came.and home sweet home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super tired. shall not use shagged. and i'm trying to think happy thoughts:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4395728791932839021?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4395728791932839021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4395728791932839021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4395728791932839021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4395728791932839021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-year.html' title='1 year'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-5985660585101091910</id><published>2009-12-27T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:58:55.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why must everything of you remind me of him? every single thing.'/><title type='text'>shocked.</title><content type='html'>trying to plan a party for K. and i found a hilarious site. HAHAHA. stayed at home the whole day today. plans was supposed to go out with k, but failed. no movies available. i want to watch&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; avatar 3D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;having curry and fried rice for dinner. i'm freaking sleepy and want to sleep soon. might go to some party tmr. no idea what is it all about. my freaking movie dl-ing thingy is down. so i cant watch any movies:( suckky. church was great yesterday. got a whole new revelation. glad i didnt miss it. kfc pepper thingy burns. jason has a weird stupid lame joke. -.- really really lame. go ask him about it. saw someone i didnt want to see. hit f like crazy. then left for home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm still in shock. idk how to react. idk what is happening. this is scaring me real badly. i hope this is not like what happened in the past. i dont like this feeling. explain to me what happened. i need an explanation. i need to know what's going on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5985660585101091910?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5985660585101091910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5985660585101091910' title='0 Comments'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;2 more days. bad? good? idk. :( i hope everything goes out fine. i hope i dont think of you. at all. this sucks max. i dont know how to explain what i'm feeling now. i lovehate you. when i saw you, it broke me, i went into hysterics, i didnt know how to react. you dont understand this. i'm crazy, doing crazy things just to move on. cant you see? it's all self explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9159081597750629225?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9159081597750629225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=9159081597750629225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9159081597750629225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9159081597750629225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3240463325629108281</id><published>2009-12-25T01:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:46:03.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re perfect for me. or not?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m missing you badly:( he&apos;s perfect for the plan'/><title type='text'>That 1st phone call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SzOo6vWGvkI/AAAAAAAABK0/f3FsV5b0W-k/s1600-h/4660_110969534438_616474438_2757888_8051747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SzOo6vWGvkI/AAAAAAAABK0/f3FsV5b0W-k/s400/4660_110969534438_616474438_2757888_8051747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418860503751900738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NOEL ANT.(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;omg. i miss you soooooo much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and i'm going to kidnap you soon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;enjoy your birthday babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;now i regret doing what i did. christmas is just going to be just another day, just another memory i can hold on to. if i tell you i'm over you, i'm lying. i'm trying to be. letting go aint an option. it is a choice. i'm missing you badly. but aint gonna do anything about it. you're no longer an option. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;too bad J is out of town. if not he can drink with me. dont ask me why, i kinda miss him already:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;maybe it's because he can tahan my bitching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p.s dont anyhow fill in names with Js.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3240463325629108281?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3240463325629108281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3240463325629108281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3240463325629108281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3240463325629108281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-1st-phone-call.html' title='That 1st phone call.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SzOo6vWGvkI/AAAAAAAABK0/f3FsV5b0W-k/s72-c/4660_110969534438_616474438_2757888_8051747_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-8767211820821468097</id><published>2009-12-24T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:32:42.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aint it nice to have someone care for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SzMkxNAEMhI/AAAAAAAABKs/_0xRKqd-FUY/s1600-h/IMG_2294.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SzMkxNAEMhI/AAAAAAAABKs/_0xRKqd-FUY/s400/IMG_2294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418715204378964498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY K!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;i hope you get a boyfriend soon, you know __. *hinthint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;amazing knowing you. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;have a great birthday!!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;furni came in last night. packed up my room, did up stuffs, cleared alot of rubbish. now my room is kinda neat. but there is an irritating shelf i need to clear out. watched mean girls all over. it is a gooooood movie. love it. chatted with people online, stalked someone (HAHAHA). then went to bed, woke up and packed again. sis bought me stuffs. kinda nice. but i'm still utterly upset over not being able to go shopping:( new year is coming, and i have yet to get my new clothes.SUSHI for dinner tonight. yums. cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;kendrea: fyi. i'm not that little biatch who flirts around. i have no idea who are you, nor who your boyfriend is. oh, and i dont steal people's boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;'s christmas eve. 1 year ever since i fell in love with you.i took a step of deleting you from facebook 1 week ago, now i deleted you from msn. it is big step. but you're out of my life. i've got new people in my life now. i no longer need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8767211820821468097?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8767211820821468097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8767211820821468097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8767211820821468097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8767211820821468097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/aint-it-nice-to-have-someone-care-for.html' title='aint it nice to have someone care for you?'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SzMkxNAEMhI/AAAAAAAABKs/_0xRKqd-FUY/s72-c/IMG_2294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-9063019834783382692</id><published>2009-12-23T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:36:56.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>hello, i'm FINALLY back, after 5 days.if you say eating is bliss, the cruise is good, if not, nahs.&lt;div&gt;because all you do is eat, casino, swim, sleep.and getting sick and not being able to shop is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;eating eating and eatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.thats all i do. and i have luck at the casino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;dad bought my boyfriend a shirt. and bought me converse shoes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think phone bill gonna be high, kept texting people.and reception in ship sucks.sometimes can send, sometimes it cant. and the other phone batt died on me. :( luckily i brought the other phone. if not DIE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;i saw someone who looks like zr. daddy agreed. i took a picture of him. zr, go check your email, i sent it. if you wanna see it, ask me on msn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;swimming was kinda sucky and killer, cos it killed my hair. i just revived it. showering at home beats showering there. seriously. i forgot my shampoo and conditioner, so my hair is like grass. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thinking of dying my hair. should i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sooooooo lazy to unpack. will wait for daddy to come home, then shift the furni, wait for the person, then unpack. then pack my room. maybe if daddy does the furni at night, then i'll pack overnight. hope to get it done, so people can come over and stayover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays. i'm worn out. blog again when i'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm super dehydrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fyi, the boyfriend thing, come ask me, i'll confirm tell you:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9063019834783382692?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9063019834783382692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=9063019834783382692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9063019834783382692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9063019834783382692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-im-finally-back-after-5-days.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-4544671270108294211</id><published>2009-12-19T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:00:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm leaving already. pleaseeeeee text me while i'm away. send me anything. please go get my number from anyone. i'm gonna be soooo bored. i'm so sorry that i wont be able to reply. unless i really love you, then maybe i'll pay to reply you. however if i dont reply, it doesnt mean i dont love you okay? please miss me for this 5 days. because i'mma miss alot of you. my phone will always be with me, so just give me a text. (L).&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/7264428617418493369-4544671270108294211?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4544671270108294211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4544671270108294211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4544671270108294211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4544671270108294211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-leaving-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3394877061414758740</id><published>2009-12-19T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:00:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ending</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking. thinking of someone. i'm learning to be strong, i'm learning to move on. things aint going the way i want it to go. bad things are happenning, things are crashing down, i broke a promise i made with myself. i went all out, you never knew what i felt when i did what i was not supposed to. because it made me think of you. memories started flooding in, i wanted to give up. i wanted to end all these shit. people start coming into my life, i feel guilty, because it seems like you've never left. now i'm torturing myself. i want to show you how much i can enjoy life without you. because i know you're not the one i need to rely on. i might miss you, but wtvr. happiness is just a hairflip away. you're getting out. forever. you're going to leave. you never existed. not in my life. and i'll bid a goodbye. &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/7264428617418493369-3394877061414758740?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3394877061414758740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3394877061414758740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3394877061414758740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3394877061414758740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/ending.html' title='ending'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2274552764975077687</id><published>2009-12-18T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:50:57.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time since i felt this way</title><content type='html'>i'm awake. like finally i slept in till 12. yesterday was a fun day!:D went to ly's house and met k and ly there. ordered&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; arnolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YUMS. like finally! ly says it is NICE. k doesnt like i that much because there aint much batter. then afterwards, me and k read books and went insane while ying watched her harry potter. then ying had to go for a meeting, so we went home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then F called me up. met him at vivo. HE WAS LATE. went to charge my phone at 711 1st.  then met him, went to meet his friends, and realized something baddddddddd. oops. then we went in to meet BL. then afterwards met J, BL insisted that i know him, and i am known as the girl who keeps hitting BL. -.- went to SJ, had fun there, but the 1st 2 hours was blahh. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;saw adam!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :D:D good to see familiar faces. people keep kneeing and elbowing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then cabbed over to f's cot. hung till 4 plus, then sent b off and walked home with J. J is hilarious, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;himbo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2274552764975077687?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2274552764975077687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2274552764975077687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2274552764975077687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2274552764975077687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time-since-i-felt-this-way.html' title='long time since i felt this way'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-841943113970218853</id><published>2009-12-16T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:19:39.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gummybear love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i need to pack my room real bad, but until daddy shifts the furniture ard, i cant DO ANYTHING:( it is super messy and dirty, i feel like i'm living in a PIG STY. but i cant wait for everything to be shifted. woohoooo!! 1 more week, 3 more nights to tahan, and i'm off to cruise. halfway through packing. not really working.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm cooking dinner tonight. soto. yumyum(L). and grilled prawns. how much more yummy can it get?? muahahahha. i'm spamming movies, sitting on my bed. happy. nail painting after dinner. a little food packing also. and shower time for sneeze. after all that, then i will decide if i wanna go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm like home aloneeeeeee. no one is home, sis fly off to bangkok, and i'm kinda missing her cooking food for me. oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;junk food for food corner is all ready. just waiting. grilled prawns are calling out my name. yummy. i promised flav that i'll cook dinner one day for them!:D or maybe supper, since daddy dont really like people in the house. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are tons of things i promised this holidays and i have to do it. might be out of timeeeeeee:( plans for tmr already. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;burnt tongue is NOT nice. smiths are YUMMYYYYYY. gummybears are LOVE. candycanes are minty. happyhappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-841943113970218853?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/841943113970218853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=841943113970218853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/841943113970218853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/841943113970218853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/gummybear-love.html' title='gummybear love.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1911752081455191046</id><published>2009-12-16T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:01:09.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got alot to say to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Just a little update(more when i wake up. it is 1am in the morning.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;monday: waffles for breakfast, UT was cool. borrowed books from the library , SSC for dinner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today: seoul garden@citysq with ly/k, shopping, stalking, trying on clothes @ vivo, trained back, hair cut and cabbed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1911752081455191046?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1911752081455191046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1911752081455191046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1911752081455191046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1911752081455191046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-alot-to-say-to-you.html' title='got alot to say to you.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7365901611814277588</id><published>2009-12-14T07:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:10:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, who are they?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/friends/tots_pics/Graphics/friends.jpg?o=131" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/tots_pics/Graphics/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i suck as a friend. i swear. when i cant be there for my friends whenever and wherever. i hate it when i see them sad, and i cant do anything. i feel super helpless. i hate it when they dont tell me anything, but yet i still see them upset. i hate i try and protect them from the outside, i lose myself. i hate it when they are like me. when i know what exactly they are going through because i went through it. i hate it when i cant tell them what exactly happened because of my pride. it's me. this feeling sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i kept thinking in the train, flashbacks of what happened in the past. it was so scary. memories started to come back. it scared the hell outta me. i cant imagine it happening again. it makes me so scared, so lost. the past has driven me insane. the past left scabs, not scars. people see the surface, they start to judge, when they do not know what goes beneath the skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i need a new start, i need to start to love people all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;turn my scabs into scars. and make myself a stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7264428617418493369-7365901611814277588?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7365901611814277588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7365901611814277588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7365901611814277588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7365901611814277588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-who-are-they.html' title='Friends, who are they?'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/tots_pics/Graphics/th_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-7609132456421886363</id><published>2009-12-13T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:08:07.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grandma's love</title><content type='html'>hello. i'm at home. planning the layout of my room( need a new look). need to talk to daddy about it. plans to pack luggage failed. studied a little, need to study moreeeeeeee. my room is in a HUGE mess, sneeze is getting thinner, no idea why. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i think i'm VERY insane. i am starting to love to walk, walkwalkwalkwalkwalk. i can walk for hours. (L). yes i'm crazy. i told i was insane at the very start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHIT! wtvr i typed gone into dumps. because of the stupid coding. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm missing grandma. going to see her later&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i (L) mama. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7264428617418493369-7609132456421886363?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7609132456421886363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7609132456421886363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7609132456421886363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7609132456421886363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/grandmas-love.html' title='grandma&apos;s love'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1647482557073076373</id><published>2009-12-12T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:51:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, make me sick. ew.</title><content type='html'>i cant believe my plan to sleep in till 12 failed. woke up at 9.30. lunch was fabbb. fried udon. yummy. i am like half dead. i have yet to pack for the cruise. next sat i'm leaving. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next week gonna be a busybusy week. 2 projects on hand. to be due when sch reopens. steamboat, timsum, UT:(. and how the hell can i find time to pack? i got a feeling alot of things are going to happen soon. good or bad. i have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;church later on. then maybe a movie at night. unconfirmed. i have to decide what i want to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this holidays i've got tons to things on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i need to set aside ALL my weekends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2 days- 1day to pack my room, 1 day to pack my wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2 days- family time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5 days-cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3 days- marketing plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2 days- business plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2 days- christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1 day- k's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;this is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy more time than what i'm given:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3 weeks. 20 days to be exact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE. i can only pack my room after the cruise, because i'm going on a spreeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to revamp my room a little. pack it a little, THROW AWAY ALOT of things. hang up the clothes i usually wear. remove all unwanted clothes. change curtains, do a through cleaning before CNY/NY. and so i have less to clean when CNY comes along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;planning a partyyyyyyyyy, i think most likely in the last week of dec.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; details will be updated soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i need to go get my makeup and stuffs. running out of them. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;(considering if i should get a long pretty wig)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1647482557073076373?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1647482557073076373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1647482557073076373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1647482557073076373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1647482557073076373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-make-me-sick-ew.html' title='you, make me sick. ew.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-5056240699931512736</id><published>2009-12-11T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:28:23.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it always that i fall so deep. every single time, i just fall right in.&lt;div&gt;i hate it when i talk to you online and i start to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5056240699931512736?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5056240699931512736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5056240699931512736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5056240699931512736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5056240699931512736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-is-it-always-that-i-fall-so-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3416047737782877843</id><published>2009-12-11T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:35:58.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people compare. idk why the hell they compare for. who doesnt hate comparison. it only pushes one down and lifts the other. the one being pushed down get demoralised, and the lifted one becomes all arrogant and proud. maybe people who compare has never gotten the feeling of getting pushed down. what i'm stating here is a third party comparing you and someone else, and not you comparing yourself to another. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk if the person i've written this is going to read my blog. but i hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm having this mixed up feelings in me. i dont like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3416047737782877843?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3416047737782877843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3416047737782877843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3416047737782877843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3416047737782877843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-8181742692749376238</id><published>2009-12-10T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:27:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had my lunch, 1st time this whole week.yes, i've been skipping lunches for the past 3 days. i'm on a mission to lose as much weight, then go on the cruise and gain it all back. need breakfast tmr. if not will die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised i'm very dehydrated. i live on 500ml of water everyday. which is like NOT GOOD. because it will lead to water retention. blahs. need more water. where is kristen, she always makes me drink water because she likes it. :D so i need her more. hahhaa. water water water water water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt; underdetermineation is a very impt idea because it comes up with 2 different theroies and they start to investigate on these two theories and to prove if it is right or wrong. and we gather more evidences and it allows us to explore more about the particular experiment and come up with a logical conclusion.Light- waves/particles. albert einstine found out that it is both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;without underdetermination, we will still contradict ourselves with waves and particles. &lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8181742692749376238?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8181742692749376238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8181742692749376238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8181742692749376238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8181742692749376238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-my-lunch-1st-time-this-whole-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1673606071416869004</id><published>2009-12-10T07:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:54:46.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the return of retainers.</title><content type='html'>my plans failed last night. i was so freaking tired while waiting for h to send me the files, that i left the comp on WITH MAXIMUM VOLUME. but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i didnt even hear anything after countless of conversations and nudges&lt;/span&gt;. -.- omg. do i really sleep like a piece of wood?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm like super hungry now. but didnt buy food because of my retainers, yes, i'm wearing them again. because my bottom teeth shifted VERY BADLY. and i got freaking scolded by the dentist. argh, after seeing pictures, i'm very tempted to eat steamboat/bbq now. :( but no eating of that till next tuesday. high chance to eat timsum next week.  shitshitshit. teeth starting to hurt very badly.i really miss my braces alot:( keeps my teeth straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm determined to look best for New.Year!:D  partayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (L). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt;i'm severely SHOCKED to get an A for FA. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. shocked to the max. it is weird aint it. i was just asking him how i can get an A for this module and he gave it to me! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm veryveryveryveryvery sleeply now. and paranoid. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROY CHEONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont have a pic of him. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1673606071416869004?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1673606071416869004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1673606071416869004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1673606071416869004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1673606071416869004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/return-of-retainers.html' title='the return of retainers.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7896301016463900957</id><published>2009-12-09T09:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:03:34.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[edited at 8pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;UT was okay. kinda easy!:D after school was an adventure for me! freakyyyyyy. t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hanks j for calling, if not i would be like supersuper paranoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;(L) got home and daddy was at home, told him alllllll about it. i'm seriously damn lazy to study for Marketing. oops. okay, i wanna go take a short shower, then off to bed, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;EARLY I KNOW:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i'm going wash my hands all these nonsense. idk why i make myself like this. and yet in the very end i get blamed. i'm not happy with this. when i know what is going to happen and decided not to do it instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sad, sitting on a chair in class, cold and shivering, with flu. how sucky is that?i'm very sleepy. very very sleepy. :( slept at like 3 last night, kept tossing and turning in bed. couldnt sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i fainted at home last night. i have to go and check for some blood deficiency thing that runs in the family:( if it s a major case, i need to go for blood transfusion!:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cognitive ut later. sucks,i dont have the 6p, i dont have ANYTHING. but the thing is that, i am not at all anxious. good or bad, hard to decide. coldddddddddddd!!! i'm carving for seoul garden and sakae sushi. fried hotate!!!!! hahaha. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;yes,i'm thinking of FOOOOOOOOOOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7896301016463900957?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7896301016463900957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7896301016463900957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7896301016463900957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7896301016463900957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/sad-sitting-on-chair-in-class-cold-and.html' title='hated'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3452383750087024864</id><published>2009-12-08T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:14:22.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/Sx5DGS71UtI/AAAAAAAABKk/TGv86Y165Yw/s1600-h/boooooo_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/Sx5DGS71UtI/AAAAAAAABKk/TGv86Y165Yw/s400/boooooo_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412837577586987730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and sleepy, and i miss my baby. last night baby crawled onto my bed. hilarious shit. because it scared me. i thought was what siol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; i'm sad. UT1 results suckkkkkkkkkkk:( who in the world get 3cs? :( it slapped me right in the face. how can my results from Bs and As become Cs? :( veryveryveryvery depressing. it only means one thing, i need to study harder for UT2&amp;amp;3. and get my As. this feeling sucks much. i cant believe myself. i need to STUDY. a GPA of 2.8 is NOT enough!!! argh. pissed with it:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know some people are gg to bitch about me and rant-this girl get cs still not happy, what she want sial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna go shopping again!! maybe gg next week with yinggy and k. gonna be fun!(L) btw,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; seoul garden next tues!&lt;/span&gt; yummy.i'm looking forward to gorge during the holidays, because i have time to go and run which also means that i can eat! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. need to train up soon! before i lose my stamina. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;daddy bought some cool thingy that is supposed to train abs, cool or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've set wednesday and friday a running day for me. most prob is in the night. because there wont be sun and not much people ard:D tell me you wanna join me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i want to buy a cammy. besides the one i have. :( i want a pinky one.  ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3452383750087024864?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3452383750087024864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3452383750087024864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3452383750087024864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3452383750087024864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/arghs.html' title='arghs.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/Sx5DGS71UtI/AAAAAAAABKk/TGv86Y165Yw/s72-c/boooooo_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-5928171040525337445</id><published>2009-12-07T08:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:31:39.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;[edited]&lt;br /&gt;UT2 is coming. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!:( looking forward to holidays, not looking forward to exams. and dont ask me why, i'm looking forward to the new year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;the world is driving me insane. i'm going crazyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;nvm, DURIAN TIME \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in class now. thinking of someone2, thinking of something, disappointed at someone. quite sad and depressed. this morning was supposed to meet melly to for breakfast. but she couldnt come, so i took my own sweet time to go to school. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw . and . in the bus. damn ._. playboy. ohmygoshmanzxz. playboy playboy. why do they exist?then i know a guy will come and say, playgirl playgirl, why do they exist? there is always a girlside and guyside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna sleeeeeeep. back to class. goodbye babes!&lt;/div&gt;i got this from ianiie's blog.&lt;br /&gt;super super true can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Guys are assholes. If you argue with him, you're hard-headed. If you're quiet, means you dont care. If you call him, you're too crazily clingy. If he calls you, he says you should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont love him, he'll try t win you. When you do loves him, he leaves. If you dont fuck him, you're a tease. If you do, you're easy. You tells him your problems, he says you're irritating. If you dont, he says you dont trust him. If you lectures him, you just wants t argue. If he lectures you, it's because he 'cares'. If you break a promise, he doesnt trusts you anymore. If he breaks it, it's because he had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cheats, he expects it t be over. If he cheats, he wants another chance. Guys drink t forget about girls, while girls drink t think back about th guy. When guys are in love, they became poor. When girls are in love, they became pretty. Guys can forget, but can't forgive. Meanwhile girls can forgive, but not forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When guys are heartbroken, they try t forget about th girl by going out w another girl. When girls are heartbroken, they try t find his characteristics in another guy. Guys wish t be her first love; Girls wish t be his last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO, WHAT TH FUCK DOES GUYS WANT FROM US?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5928171040525337445?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5928171040525337445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5928171040525337445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5928171040525337445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5928171040525337445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2099594774418488061</id><published>2009-12-06T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:05:59.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when all else fails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;shopping spree, movies, food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to shop today with the whole family, got 3 dresses. wheeeeeeeeeeeee♥, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i saw the d.p dress i wanted!! but dont have my size:(:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if not i would have totally got it. but i'm still happyhappy. i was kinda shocked when daddy asked to try on dresses that were realllllly nice. i didnt know he had good taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried on this really heavy sequined dress. horrible. ended up with cuts on my arm. :( pain, tried on many many funny stuffs. laughed at myself. i cant believe i'm stuffing my wardrobe with so many clothes(L). every week i go shopping once, and i've gone twice this week. oops. SAVE MONEY TIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did my marketing skeleton. idk if it is okay, need to ask my teammates and also faci. i hope it is okay. just did a short brief one. cant be bothered to do a long one. lOl. tmr got the talk, i dont feel like going, seriously manzx. i wanna go home and studyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone just called my phone. no idea who. trying to find out who is it. it is a house number. i need to do alot of things before dec ends. many many things to do. alot of decisions to make, alot of promises to fulfill, alot of dates to go for. busybusybusy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm very tired. blog again soon when i feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Guilt overwhelming me. i really dont know what to do. i'm very sorry. i know i made a wrong decision in the start, but i know i made a right one now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2099594774418488061?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2099594774418488061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2099594774418488061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2099594774418488061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2099594774418488061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-all-else-fails.html' title='when all else fails'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-192487693740073621</id><published>2009-12-06T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:44:07.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i'm sorry for breaking your heart. i dont know what i can say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i guess we cant be friends again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;can we?♥&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/7264428617418493369-192487693740073621?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/192487693740073621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=192487693740073621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/192487693740073621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/192487693740073621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sorry-for-breaking-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-9110955798463078332</id><published>2009-12-05T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:03:53.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;this is hilarious, daddy ask me to read mummy's diary. and i laugh until i stomach ache siol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;i think i my diary would be this blog. and my previous blogs. i will never let my husband find this. HAHAHA. daddy knows waltz, he never told me. and mummy said that daddy is handsome the 1st time he met daddy. i am amazed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxprzmCg1WI/AAAAAAAABKc/uNFvaoQ3hGQ/s1600-h/921b32f4bc6dd3b9_P103031411.xxlarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxprzmCg1WI/AAAAAAAABKc/uNFvaoQ3hGQ/s400/921b32f4bc6dd3b9_P103031411.xxlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411756436367660386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxprzRyr3XI/AAAAAAAABKU/Oh6KqaahSxA/s1600-h/91a52f8abdaad068_P10303301.xxlarge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxprzRyr3XI/AAAAAAAABKU/Oh6KqaahSxA/s400/91a52f8abdaad068_P10303301.xxlarge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411756430932565362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt blog yesterday. too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;went out with my bahbeeeeeee after school. went to meet her and ayam chicken.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;ayam chicken is a bodoh&lt;/span&gt; la.painted his nails with different different colours.hahaha. chio siol! then he left, painted bahbee's nails.yellowyellow one. yellowyellowdirtyfellow.  hung ard, took many photos, then took a bus down to hougang point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;aniie is an expert in ___ _______.  she is sooooooo mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otw to the busstop saw NT. lols, shocked to see him there worzx.gossiped with her until hg point. then we went to meet ek, i went to meet daddy and family for dinner. went grocery shopping after that. bought all i needed to get. besides that the ham person wanted to KILL me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the middle of the night, sneeze climbed onto my bed and all over my leggggg. scare me siol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy woke me up at 10 to go to the bank. went to deposit monayee. then went to the other house to collect rent, retarded people wernt at home. total waste of time. -.- got home, showered, prepared and left for toapayoh to meet seller, she got 2 items wrong. then went to meet flea for lunch. ate udon!:D yummy. talked and bused to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was good, even though it seemed weird. after service nictan and jerome cheat my feelings, but they are still (L)ed. went down, then after that bused to srgn with nictan. was supposed to meet _, but didnt. came home after slacking at the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i had to do this, there is nothing, at all. i guess i was just insecure. i'm sorry if i hurt you, i'm sorry if anything happenned. i'm very sorry. i woke up from this little dream i was having. i'm sorry. i thought that i would be better off with you around, i was wrong, i felt even worse. i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9110955798463078332?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9110955798463078332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=9110955798463078332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9110955798463078332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/9110955798463078332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxprzmCg1WI/AAAAAAAABKc/uNFvaoQ3hGQ/s72-c/921b32f4bc6dd3b9_P103031411.xxlarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-7958859514853159543</id><published>2009-12-04T08:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:38:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxiHB4suj6I/AAAAAAAABKM/He6w-l8Xxe8/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-30+at+17.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxiHB4suj6I/AAAAAAAABKM/He6w-l8Xxe8/s400/Photo+on+2009-11-30+at+17.51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411223418755256226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is 8.05am, and there is still NO ONE in class yet.depressing or what? idk i am suay or what, i keep getting attacked by insects that FLY, in the train, in the bus. arghs, driving me insane. and i'm always the only squirming. it seems like i'm the only one who notices it.  maybe i'm hallucinating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weird things have been happening, yesterday nic tan asked me something. and i thought about it. so i asked daddy about it. he told me alot of things, that happened when i was a kid and i dont remember a single thing at all. seriously. :( daddy told me all the things that happenned, all the details and how he got through it. i admire him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always wonder this, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;where do smells go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; like after someone sprays perfume, then the smell disappears after. where does it go?i think no one really knows. because we cant see smell, it is intangible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm like damn sleepy now. i wonder who is gg to come to school and who is not. time check:8.13am, NO ONE IS HERE YET. scary aint it. it would be hilarious if faci comes in and only sees me. ._. i feel like sleeping. very much, and where are my classmates??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;i cant wait for the holidays. shopping shopping and more shopping! wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!! super fun! manipedis, shopping sprees, massages, cruise, gymming, buffets, (the list goes on and on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;2 more weeks and i'm outta singapore. i hope i wont miss ___. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know this is a VERY wordy post. hahahaa. i'm trying to learn to blog like that, so that my RJ can also be like that and i'll get my As. I FINALLY GOT AN A FOR MARKETING. :D i need to keep this grades up and i'll get another B+ subject. happy.this is already 300 over words. hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 more mins, no one is in class yet. pathetic. seriously, suddenly today got no class uh, then damn sad sial! no one told me!!! 8 more minutes, yes, i'm counting down! because it is very depressing. maybe i will just get an A and no one comes, then i'll get a SUPER A. lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;1.37pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i already ponned like 3 lessons for this sem and i have 7 more days. i'm waiting for someone to come online :( done with problem statement. and slacking now. i'm seriously in a dilemma now. idk what to do. idk who to choose. idk to give up or not. super sleepy. getting my clothes tmr! wheeeeee. more clothes to wear. okays, back to ppt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo♥&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/7264428617418493369-7958859514853159543?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7958859514853159543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7958859514853159543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7958859514853159543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7958859514853159543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SxiHB4suj6I/AAAAAAAABKM/He6w-l8Xxe8/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-30+at+17.51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-1237954854159943298</id><published>2009-12-03T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:37:04.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless.</title><content type='html'>yeah man.(ma-n). i'm lovehating life right now.&lt;div&gt;i realised i've not been blogging much about my life recently. so let me update you a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- 2 projects on hand now:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- sneeze is getting fatter and fatter. but it is still my darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- school is kinda driving me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- i need to go and workout. all my muscles are turning into FATS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- trying to save money for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- the urge for cooking is back. (taiwan meesua, carrot cake... the list goes on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- daddy has been very good to me (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- love hanging out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- i've not been drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10- i need to go and trim my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11- i feel like quitting RP. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12- i have yet to start on my packing list and going to the money changer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13- school holidays are fully booked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, this is about it. stressed up now. i've been bumping into people i've not met for a long long time. i need more clothes BADLY. it's horrible. i'm like severely running out of clothes to wear. arghs. and i wanna watch alot of movies. but i dont have the time to do so.why is my life so packed manzx? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;talking about school, i realised that level 6 got alot of ________. SERIOUSLY ALOT. omg manzx. and i've been hallucinating. :( not a good thing. it is BADDDD. it scares me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;its cutting me up inside, know it cuts up like a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1237954854159943298?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1237954854159943298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1237954854159943298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;lesser thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;but more indepth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;good or bad? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;feeling lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i feel like leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i want to end this misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7651346266111512219?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7651346266111512219/comments/default' title='Post 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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-7264428617418493369.post-1531615658045049431</id><published>2009-12-01T07:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:08:24.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;in class, alone, thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;today is officially the start of hell for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;being tortured by my own thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;locked in a chamber full of bees stinging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;when you realize how beautiful it would be outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;with butterflies fluttering, flowers blooming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;yet you still lock yourself in this chamber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;unwilling to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;this is what i call self torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i'm crazy, VERY crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i'm going to learn to leave this room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;pry open the door, and walk out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;lock that door and burn the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1531615658045049431?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1531615658045049431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7264428617418493369.post-5037673375594075365</id><published>2009-11-30T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:20:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;December 1,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a date to remember. or should i say, forget.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;these 2 months, december and january would not be a good 2 months,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;not kidding.it's gonna suck big time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it's gonna be a tough 2 months for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;exams are coming, things are happenning,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i dont even know if i can hold on that long.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i feel like ending it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7825476203598157962</id><published>2009-11-29T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T21:36:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 word, 4 letters, love</title><content type='html'>there are many kinds of love.&lt;div&gt;and many ways people can fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people can just fall in love looking at pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people can fall in love by talking to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people can fall in love by just looking at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people can fall in love at 1st sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people can fall in love with no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you dont need a reason to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many people are stuck with the mentality that we need a reason to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so not true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i once before asked grandma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;how come she and grandpa could love each other for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;she told me this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;you just keep falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i asked her why she loves grandpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;she told me, when you love someone, there shouldnt be a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;because if there is a reason, once it is gone, the love will be gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;but if there is no reason, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;there wont be a reason to not love that person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it's amazing, i wonder if such love still exists? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7825476203598157962?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7825476203598157962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7825476203598157962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7825476203598157962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7825476203598157962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-word-4-letters-love.html' title='1 word, 4 letters, love'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6480798333692111079</id><published>2009-11-29T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:56:55.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i think there is something seriously wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i'm going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i regretted telling people things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i've learnt, trust no one, but yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;because you'll never know what goes behind backstage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;there is a feeling inside of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;that you'll soon no longer be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;when it will no longer be easy to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i regretted telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i'm tired of running,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;i just want to cut myself away from this insane world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;it's driving me crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;this is torturing me silently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;when no one knows what you're feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;when one day you just break down after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6480798333692111079?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6480798333692111079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6480798333692111079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6480798333692111079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i lived in a beautiful pink palace, it was fabbb. very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dont ask me why, rinnah was also in the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one fine day, trolls, the ahlianzx started to attack us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it was horrible. Joyce tay was also in the dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she was my buddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we escaped, so many times, it was hilarious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;esp the part when we were in a lift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then we realised that alot of ahlianzx lived there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so an ahpek came into the lift,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we wanted to smash the watermelon on his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then we realized that he was a nice guy, not a bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okay, dont ask me why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we went to a fruit stall to get fruits for attacking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i got watermelon, joyce got logans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end, me and joyce ran and ran until we passed this whole group of ahlianzx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we tried walking pass peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until they saw our fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the trolls started to come out and spray us with fruit juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got woken up after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;maybe God wants me to eat more fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1722454596432513395?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1722454596432513395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1722454596432513395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1722454596432513395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1722454596432513395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-me-or-have-you-turned-cold.html' title='is it me, or have you turned cold?'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6433426650787173379</id><published>2009-11-27T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:45:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 word, emo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm at grandma's today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went for timsum lunch today @safra tpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yummyness. i am happy i planned this family gathering,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing dad and his siblings just talking makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we went shoppingggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad at 1st didnt want to buy me my jacket,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after me throwing tantrums, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he bought it (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should stop the tantrums throwing thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bottle tree to walkwalk, then it suddenly rained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went back to mama house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love it there, bought food for dinner, yummyness again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;retainers are driving me insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teeth has moved, retainers please please please work:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i'm unhappy with crooked teeth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;2 tooths moved!!:(:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sneeze has not been hyper this few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;worried shitzx. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is so worryful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6433426650787173379?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6433426650787173379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6433426650787173379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6433426650787173379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6433426650787173379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-word-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3731534070153032401</id><published>2009-11-26T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:18:07.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>running a fever now:(&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;depressing, everytime J tells me he is sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i will also become sick. wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to boost my immune system!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left school at 1pm, couldnt tahan anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home, ate food then slept till 7pm for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;500days of summer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was goood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a stage where i sometimes just want to be alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to reflect upon my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays, i'mma go back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3731534070153032401?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3731534070153032401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7264428617418493369.post-859298670062380789</id><published>2009-11-26T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:12:29.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really dont like this.&lt;div&gt;:( i hate it. seriously:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate this feeling, alot.:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they aint me worth crying for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-859298670062380789?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/859298670062380789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-8465875308503479495</id><published>2009-11-25T14:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:57:16.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muacks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I HATE BACKSTABBERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bored shitzxzxzxx.&lt;div&gt;it is kinda depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i am seeing things happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;which i dont like, alot of backstabbing. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i'm getting more and more pissed each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;is backstabbing a survival kit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;and when you dont backstab, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;does it mean that everyone hates you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;well, in my case, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i always thought that people hate people who backstab,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;but i'm proven wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;this leads me to not trusting anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alot of things happenning in my life now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exciting? not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;severe moodswings, unstable emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing someone wasnt my plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i once thought that i would be happpier,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it killed me indirectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm learning, trying very very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;living a life that i should live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall not remember any more dates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall not do any more things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of what someone once told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;' pick yourself up and carry on living.'♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it woke me up, not like i'm married to him right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is bound to be someone better:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like what ianiie told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;' it is HIS LOSS not yours.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really glad to have such friends ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;i need someone to talk to.i want to cry.i dont want this to be happenning in my life. i hate this, i really do.when i choose to do the right thing, and get left behind. why must this world be so practical? why cant anyone give way to anyone? why is everyone fighting for that position be to the popular kid? why do people leave others out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;thats because they have never once felt like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8465875308503479495?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8465875308503479495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8465875308503479495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8465875308503479495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8465875308503479495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/muacks.html' title='muacks.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6029116826419326085</id><published>2009-11-24T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:15:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i saw this from ianiie's blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;very real, applies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Microsoft Sans Serif', sans-serif; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Courier New', Courier; visibility: visible; "&gt;&lt;center style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;There wasn't anything I didn't love about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do some stupid things and I laugh at those too,&lt;br /&gt;And we went together like the summer in June,&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;w&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;ho'd have known that it'd rain so soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Thought I'd be the only one that make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd be the only one that'd really know how,&lt;br /&gt;But you showed me different and I know better now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I gotta get you out of my system somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You damn near were my everything, you're still on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;But I'd rather be here all alone and I'm doing just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Gotta take it back to the days before we met and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;live our lives as strangers again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;You were my boy, now we 'ain't even friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You could've been my all or nothing, all or nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Now to me your nothing, boy you're nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt; now your nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6029116826419326085?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-4135216192815074012</id><published>2009-11-24T08:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:16:53.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i regretted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it broke me piece by piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;stood there, unsure of what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;confused, lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;stab in the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;loss of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;running away,hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4135216192815074012?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4135216192815074012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4135216192815074012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4135216192815074012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4135216192815074012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-regretted-it-broke-me-piece-by-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-9223003931933045319</id><published>2009-11-23T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:51:16.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backstabbers:hated.</title><content type='html'>i'm enjoying life like crazyyy.&lt;div&gt;promise kept by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woots, i got a watch from daddy as a birthday pressy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knew i wanted one. and he got me one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;i miss mama, i want to meet up with her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;someone got to make me master my canto before this friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;have someone in mind already:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school has been kinda stressful for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people know why, some people dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm starting to step into a real world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have to start to worry about my finances,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have to start to plan my point B in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have to step into this world of politics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have to step into a place where it is a man eat man world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have to step into this place where people backstab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when everyone is so practical that no one ever has imaginations ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9223003931933045319?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/9223003931933045319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-7264428617418493369.post-4978004786363403081</id><published>2009-11-23T08:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:39:19.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hopes dashed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;meaningless awaiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hate backstabbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hot guys hanging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;one last final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;kiss goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you loved someone to the extend that you start to resent that person?&lt;div&gt;have you loved someone so much that you will wait for that person meaninglessly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you loved someone that you get upset whenever someone tries to make them upset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have you loved someone until you would die for them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i did, and i resent that person now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm moving on, i'm starting afresh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm learning to love again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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close friend thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i cant say that another promise broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;i'm holding onto hopes for the next 4 1/2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i should really take what J said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emoness. shitzxzx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not touching my phone until tmr morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;and ianiie.  i hearts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'mma be strong and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5320783318353169406?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' 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body was sticky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;showered and went to meet k, ly, jh, k, zy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the boys are weirddddddddd. as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had ichiban. yummy. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;they totally made my day manzx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterwards, went to coffeebean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat there and chatted then off to ying's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k, jh, zy left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did crazy stuffs at ying's house, wait for k to blog 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they gave me my birthday prezzie which i have no idea what it is, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i am not allowed to open it till sunday&lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to leave due to her dad, so me and k walked ard srgn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ended up opp zhonghua and eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;forever eating :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked and talked, went a little insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then decided to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took ghost pictures of k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then her dad came, and i went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4664405455043844090?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4664405455043844090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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now.&lt;br /&gt;nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SwVGm1PVCQI/AAAAAAAABKE/lB2i40y_aZo/s1600/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SwVGm1PVCQI/AAAAAAAABKE/lB2i40y_aZo/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405804560668494082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;went out with k and ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before that, did work at home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helped the team in math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to novenaaaaaa, bought heels, clothes:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;had yummy timsum, no more cravings!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;now i'm currently craving for duck porridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so going to eat that tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toes hurt from heels. no idea why also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alot of funny things happened today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm going to sleep early tonight, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school, movie, outing, wtvr tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still must dress well. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought a nice dress. woots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not wearing it tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays, off to teevee. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;i am offically pissed with the accounting faci.like wth, i work so hard you say i never work.go to hell la you. ass. give me a C summore.as if it will help me in this.SAI LA YOU. fer.i try so hard to freaking understand, you come and tell me i do nothing.i'm officially going to ignore him.i hate it when the facis look at what the student does in class, and does not even bother about looking at the back scenes.arghs hate him. ferferfer.when i see him on monday, bet you that i will blow up at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4326072141350387111?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4326072141350387111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4326072141350387111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-5137363117283267811</id><published>2009-11-18T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:29:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can we skip sunday and go to monday?</title><content type='html'>i'm home, sitting here waiting for mel's reply.&lt;div&gt;if i dont get the details soon, i will not go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school today was kinda slackish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contemplating if i should go to school tmr. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in a blah mood now. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and i am not looking forward to sunday at all:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i dont want to lose hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5137363117283267811?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5137363117283267811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5137363117283267811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5137363117283267811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5137363117283267811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-we-skip-sunday-and-go-to-monday.html' title='can we skip sunday and go to monday?'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6291908217883210120</id><published>2009-11-17T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:50:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendzone</title><content type='html'>today was quite an eventful day.&lt;div&gt;school, had maccys for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tempted to have timsum. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;called people up for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; timsum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this week:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faci talked to me after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told her about my plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school, left for storage, bout some food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;saw cutie guys with cutie girls in the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got really pissed at the maid. she is retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally ruined my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sat at the table, talked to daddy, complained to him about the maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;darling is getting me a JC wallet!:D yayness!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;will only arrive in jan:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;cos that is when she comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i miss her manzxzx, after like 2 years of her not in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;jan! you're officially misssed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gymming tmr. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Friend_Zone"&gt;http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Friend_Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i beg you to stop screwing his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6291908217883210120?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6291908217883210120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6291908217883210120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6291908217883210120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6291908217883210120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendzone.html' title='friendzone'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7384670091344442342</id><published>2009-11-17T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:15:36.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kudos.</title><content type='html'>im in class now.&lt;div&gt;had a hth with daddy just now in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel alot for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being his child, i feel like i've let him down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many things is going on in the family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm afraid one day daddy will crash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;he has been a good husband, a good soninlaw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;a good son, a good brotherinlaw, a good brother and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; a good daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think if anyone else was in his shoes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they would have left the family already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was never a single complain from him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he stood strong, he moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes eventhough i might say that i hate him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;infact, i love him,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; only the ones you love can hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is someone i look up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he always strives to give me the best, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;give me as much as he can give to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7384670091344442342?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7384670091344442342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7384670091344442342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7384670091344442342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7384670091344442342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/kudos.html' title='kudos.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7349028842287953843</id><published>2009-11-16T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:35:18.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawnzxzx</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;talking to nicky online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;he is someone i can talk deep stuffs with and someone i can joke with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;glad to have him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to school and saw bridget in class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is EARLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched where got ghost in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate images. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's problem was kinda good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i understood alot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ut wasnt as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came home and had steamboat for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did my rj and i'm waiting for someone to come online &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i think what to reply someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm getting fatter each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'mma go exercise all my fats away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;wed with ianiie to the gymmmmm!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm fully booked this whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;tmr: casserole for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;wednesday; gymming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;thur: cg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Friday: dinner with N, maybe some other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad promised me unlimited shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bill gonna explodeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7349028842287953843?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7349028842287953843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7349028842287953843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7349028842287953843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7349028842287953843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/yawnzxzx.html' title='yawnzxzx'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1707154065083102598</id><published>2009-11-15T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:08:18.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky browny hair:D</title><content type='html'>the hairstylist just dyed my hair.&lt;div&gt;i'm currently waiting for it to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i am kinda dead for FA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;i still dont get a single thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;helpppppppppp bs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday spent the whole day trying to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i dont understand a single thing. -.- blahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to the supermart this morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then to church after that for usher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usher was fun, doing the lift area with earnest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is kinda nice:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;was abit spooky there, malay songs were just playing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;no idea from where. yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;service was powerrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, packed chairs, ate a little noodles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;went to pei melly ma to wait for her dad, had a hth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then cabbed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really tired now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stressed out. sleepy. blahed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still have 3o mins more to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sianzxzxx. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays. gonna go watcha  show to kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1707154065083102598?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1707154065083102598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1707154065083102598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1707154065083102598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1707154065083102598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/pinky-browny-haird.html' title='pinky browny hair:D'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-5093718501017811227</id><published>2009-11-14T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:13:35.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile. for it is something worth smiling for</title><content type='html'>still couldnt beat my record today.&lt;div&gt;depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i was really feeling very down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i regretted alot of things i've done and i'mm stop doing that. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fzfzfzfzfzfzfzfzfzfz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kinda glad i didnt go partaye last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i stayed home, done my things, talked to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;running a fever, almost died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;waited for ss online to send him stuffs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the end he went clubbing and didnt come online. -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;freakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just saw something interesting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/PohJunHao.wmv"&gt;http://www.stevenlim.net/PohJunHao.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone gave me the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols. junhao, it is NOT you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is another junhao that i 'know'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is FA ut on monday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have yet to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghs. better start later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;staying home to study today. STUDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stressed up already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dang.this gonna SUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found pink crocs in the kitchen, no idea whose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so smalllll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but damn cuteee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching a walk to remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making me emo:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;imy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5093718501017811227?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5093718501017811227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5093718501017811227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5093718501017811227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5093718501017811227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/smile-for-it-is-something-worth-smiling.html' title='smile. for it is something worth smiling for'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-3531700888619510422</id><published>2009-11-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:10:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i regretted what i've done.&lt;div&gt;i'm not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3531700888619510422?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3531700888619510422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3531700888619510422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;hung out, talked to flea, went for TGIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after that, went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really thank God that nothing's gonna change btwn () and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bed, wokey at like 6, late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i was wayyyyyyyy too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in class at 7.38am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;idk what to do, i'm afraid of so many things. if only you didnt exist in my life, i wouldnt be in this state now. i've been trying and trying. more and more. until i snapped. i cant take it anymore. i dont want to fz anymore. it aint me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5573011023903428759?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5573011023903428759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5573011023903428759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5573011023903428759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5573011023903428759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-went-to-church-after-school.html' 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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-7264428617418493369.post-1014341369245194238</id><published>2009-11-12T08:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:34:29.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost hopes.</title><content type='html'>i have pictures, but i cant upload them,&lt;div&gt;cos i'm in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SMJ is hilarious, like seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;hearts him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school, we went to joveis's house then down to westcoastplaza for sakae steamboat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yum. JH, J and me went there 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had alot of yummy food, they were super sick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ahem esp JH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ws came along, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;chatted, laughed, had fun overall!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to hawker to have dessert(yes they are insane)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then cabbed home aftermath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did my RJ, talked to people online,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to bed. couldnt sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at usual this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked to nic online before leaving the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to yishun to wait for hun to pass her stuffs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got ps by j and jh. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came to class and slept, only to be woken up by bridget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okays, back to math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i tried my besti no longer want to hold on to lost hopes,you told me it wont be the same.you liar, you just got someone else that you love.why cant you just tell that to me? i've been clinging on, i'm going to let go now.what happens to me has nothing to do with you anymore.  neither anything that has to with you has anything to do with me.  goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1014341369245194238?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1014341369245194238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1014341369245194238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1014341369245194238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/1014341369245194238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-hopes.html' title='lost hopes.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-1447119575888154016</id><published>2009-11-11T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:11:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm seeing a rainbow, when it is still raining.</title><content type='html'>i'm currently in class listening to SMJ.&lt;div&gt;yesterday was kinda blah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after school was&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; adventure learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was kinda scary, yet fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went home, dinner, RJ, chatted with JG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning didnt even hear my alarm ring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i still woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prepared, left for sch with daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;reached the mrt, got reminded of JG's advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i didnt really wait, only waited for a more empty train which was the next train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;came to class and fell asleep for 45 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got woken up by bridget,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1447119575888154016?l=a-byyyy.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-7264428617418493369.post-8225682571457488283</id><published>2009-11-09T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:01:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too lazy to do a write up.&lt;br /&gt;so forget it.&lt;br /&gt;did a really dumb thing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;FA was blahs.&lt;br /&gt;UT was okay.&lt;br /&gt;went home after.&lt;br /&gt;got really affected by -.&lt;br /&gt;kept thinking nonstop.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8225682571457488283?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8225682571457488283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8225682571457488283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8225682571457488283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8225682571457488283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-too-lazy-to-do-write-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-4713535261063880379</id><published>2009-11-08T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:49:49.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a series on love.</title><content type='html'>just a short post before i'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;usher was fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i have a bimbotic guy as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kurant is nice to drink in shots.&lt;br /&gt;lemon helps you to relieve heat.&lt;br /&gt;you get dehydrated if you keep drinking.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;i'm glad to have that bunch of friends who are willing to take care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got killed by C cos of MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm a junkie now;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;all guys claim that they are different, but they all act the same. scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;in 3 days, i know of 5 breakups.amazing uh. i'm shocked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;last night i was just sitting there thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;kept thinking and thinking, until i could not stand it,and i started to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;why do people take love for granted, i regretting doing so. if i could, i would scream and tell everyone to stop taking love for granted, because once you've lost it, it will be ultra hard to get it back. and even if so, it would have a barrier. because of that fear of having a barrier, people do not want to get back tgh with that person, which makes it even harder. i'll type more about it tmr when i get to school and have nothing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4713535261063880379?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4713535261063880379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4713535261063880379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4713535261063880379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4713535261063880379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/starting-series-on-love.html' title='Starting a series on love.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6807023551709485934</id><published>2009-11-06T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:40:26.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE 18th BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BRIDGET NG!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was caught in a traffic jam this morning.&lt;br /&gt;sucks, met jh at jurong, saw my pri sch friend.&lt;br /&gt;trained to school.&lt;br /&gt;got a massive gastric for almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;usher tmr, and i got no tops. unless i wear weiling's.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what am i doing. :(idk what to respond, i'm afraid of falling in love once again.&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me,  once you fall in love, it is hard to get out of it.it is like a trap, if you're not careful, you get trapped, and it is not that easy to escape,because if it is that easy, it wont be called love.only if i knew what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6807023551709485934?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6807023551709485934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6807023551709485934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6807023551709485934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6807023551709485934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-advance-18th-birthday-bridget-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6327657395067482811</id><published>2009-11-05T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:02:33.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no bangkok, people who wanna go bangkok, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lets go after CNY next year okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we'll go tgh!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruise was booked tonight. thanks to meeeeeee!:D&lt;br /&gt;UT was kinda HORRIBLE. kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;math was kinda easy after you got it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooooo looking forward to so many things now.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm all hyped out now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;marketing tmr, SO NOT looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;everyone in class hates her. offically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i am soooooo sorry JH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i accidentally slapped him today. :(&lt;/span&gt;&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/7264428617418493369-6327657395067482811?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6327657395067482811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6327657395067482811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6327657395067482811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6327657395067482811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-bangkok-people-who-wanna-go-bangkok.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-8256394372191150795</id><published>2009-11-05T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:43:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mixed feelings,&lt;br /&gt;sadness,&lt;br /&gt;worried,&lt;br /&gt;confused.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8256394372191150795?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8256394372191150795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8256394372191150795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8256394372191150795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/8256394372191150795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/mixed-feelings-sadness-worried-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6241491926055822890</id><published>2009-11-04T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:42:52.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil cutie!</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a blah day.&lt;br /&gt;had UT, was okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;after that was talk, the tuition for FA.&lt;br /&gt;FA sucks:(&lt;br /&gt;went to makan with the 'jian yi qi' friends.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;went home alone after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;showered, called cornelius, he exposed me once again:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning( got dragged out of bed by dad.)&lt;br /&gt;went to school, i like SMJ.&lt;br /&gt;did work, ate, laughed.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;super sleepy. after sch went to woodlands lib with jh, he is ANNOYINGGGGGGGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is such a kid!:D ( i know he will read this)&lt;br /&gt;went to causeway after we failed, saw john, joveis and weisiang there.&lt;br /&gt;joveis went to cut hair. people there are kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;dad fetched me home aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;i dont feel like studying for marketing UT:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3W1Q_8HI/AAAAAAAABJk/Inrm97PX144/s1600-h/Image2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400228662333141106" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3W1Q_8HI/AAAAAAAABJk/Inrm97PX144/s400/Image2-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3WitVr_I/AAAAAAAABJc/LoANuxaShiM/s1600-h/Image4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400228657351733234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3WitVr_I/AAAAAAAABJc/LoANuxaShiM/s400/Image4-1.jpg" 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400228341014891762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3EIQwjPI/AAAAAAAABI0/fUtlFTAlm-s/s400/Image7-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3D3OY1PI/AAAAAAAABIs/NtqWGoIEZ8c/s1600-h/Image5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400228336441545970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3D3OY1PI/AAAAAAAABIs/NtqWGoIEZ8c/s400/Image5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3DtwIETI/AAAAAAAABIk/ejZoa_sqYNw/s1600-h/Image3-3_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400228333898699058" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3DtwIETI/AAAAAAAABIk/ejZoa_sqYNw/s400/Image3-3_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3DTwxu3I/AAAAAAAABIc/cCyKAw1Egcs/s1600-h/Image1-7_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400228326922107762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SvF3DTwxu3I/AAAAAAAABIc/cCyKAw1Egcs/s400/Image1-7_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures are up!! woots.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6241491926055822890?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6241491926055822890/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-5106872573140691531</id><published>2009-11-03T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:25:09.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i regretting noticing you 1dec08</title><content type='html'>exactly 20 more to birthday.&lt;br /&gt;as it comes closer, the more i'm hating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ut later, and i'm not even prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to read through 6p later.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going insaneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee:(&lt;br /&gt;nicholas is listening to my ranting now. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;i think he'll die of it soon.&lt;br /&gt;this is driving me insane:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many what ifs:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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1dec08'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-9176715260139136581</id><published>2009-11-02T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:01:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebyebangkok D;</title><content type='html'>i'm really freaking lazy to upload piccys.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to love this class i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;even though some dont wanna leave their old class behind.&lt;br /&gt;just like yy said.&lt;br /&gt;today's FA was kinda simple.&lt;br /&gt;towards the end of the day, it was HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;nabilah, me, bridget, elaine was talking about some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;nd we kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUSTIN BEIBER IS SUPER CUTE!:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicholas asked me to consider __. i'm considering. lOl.&lt;br /&gt;after school cabbed to causeway with Jh, J, J.&lt;br /&gt;all Js. trained home with Jh.&lt;br /&gt;got home, tried to physo daddy to going to Bangkok:(&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go there, i was sooo looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;dangggggggg. :(:(&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;okays. i'mma sleep early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;:( i better not be getting anymore C's before i commit sucide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-9176715260139136581?l=a-byyyy.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-7264428617418493369.post-8419122147788465601</id><published>2009-11-01T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:38:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not looking forward to it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;no more bangkok for me:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;dad dont want to go anymore. he cant be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;i feel like going with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;who is up for it? tell me okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 more days to my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;so not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want dissapointments after dissapointments.&lt;br /&gt;had enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;i realised something, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;the bigger expectation you have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;the bigger the dissapointment you will get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has always been true, well to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda down and blahed out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking, should i, should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;btw, CNY falls on valentines day itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i dont understand, i dont understand, i dont understand, i dont understand, i dont understand, i dont understand, i dont understand, i dont understand it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you promised, you broke it off, you mislead me, you hate me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate myself for that, i hate it each time i try to put myself into danger because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i hate it when i have to make myself move on when i clearly dont want to. i hate it each time i'm forced to push you out of my mind, i hate it each time i am supposed to leave you behind.i hate you for making me love you. will you still remember me? i doubt so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-8419122147788465601?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/8419122147788465601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=8419122147788465601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;there is school tmr. not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant be bothered to study for my UTs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy you see.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was kinda of a fab day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;great night, instant pictures, booze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will scan and upload when i'm feeling less lazy.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 7am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;wokey at 2.&lt;br /&gt;i am really SLEEPY:(&lt;br /&gt;i'm soo looking forward for UTs to end,&lt;br /&gt;arghs, so not loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;lets count, i have 3 uts per sem, i have 5 more sems to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;which comes up with 15 more UtS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;arghs. hate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the day i grad and leave RP.&lt;br /&gt;arghs, but thank God my exams are like short papers,&lt;br /&gt;and not the longlong kind&lt;br /&gt;okays. i'm off to watch my show.&lt;br /&gt;byebye♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-5859029073566612798?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/5859029073566612798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=5859029073566612798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5859029073566612798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/5859029073566612798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-didnt-want-to-period.html' title='i didnt want to, period.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-6598482999616118499</id><published>2009-10-30T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:34:40.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i loved you, (past tense)</title><content type='html'>went to book cruise just now,&lt;br /&gt;but fully booked, including the suites, so no cruise for me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe taking the plane.&lt;br /&gt;unconfirmed.:(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a despo for shopping now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling good these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i go overseas on that few days, will my mood get affected.&lt;br /&gt;:( arghs, i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;wtvrrrrrrrrrrr, i need to get over it! someone get me someone.&lt;br /&gt;fever is killing me, but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too moodless to bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;WHY IS IT THAT ALL GUYS FORGET ABOUT THEIR GIRL FRIENDS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AFTER THEY GET A GIRLFRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it happenned to V___. so many times :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;he used to be my bestguyfriend .i miss him alot:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my bitch, but now, he has a girlfriend, cant be bothered to even text me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i've lost so many of my friends to their gf/bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;why is it always that the guy i like, likes someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6598482999616118499?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6598482999616118499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6598482999616118499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6598482999616118499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6598482999616118499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-loved-you-past-tense.html' title='i loved you, (past tense)'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-540016009892447374</id><published>2009-10-30T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:55:18.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more cruise for me. FULLY BOOKED!!!:(:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how does it feel like to have someone to bother about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how does it feel like to have someone to talk to when you're bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how does it feel like to have someone to always be there when you need a shoulder to lean on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how does it feel like to have someone to always lend you a helping hand when you need one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i'm offically bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;REALLY BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wayyyyyyy to lazy to do my business plan.&lt;br /&gt;i cant think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wayyy too lazy to think.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy:(:(&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm offically sick at home:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;UTS start next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda glad i didnt go to school.&lt;br /&gt;lols, packed my room a little.&lt;br /&gt;cleared hammy's cage.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off on the 20 of dec, shopping here i come.&lt;br /&gt;and the business plan is NOT done yet. DIE la.&lt;br /&gt;due on tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll do it tonight after dinner when i'm more awake.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like half dead, and i have yet to go to doc,&lt;br /&gt;a little lazyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i feel like not seeing the doctor and just try to heal myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm freaking sleepy. shitzxzx, but i cant sleep any longer, any longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i might just die in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are many dead links in my blog,&lt;br /&gt;i'mma tooooooooo lazy to update them.&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;weekends are coming, woots! corne and me have a pact,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and it is CNY today. hahahahahah!! inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'mma go search for food.&lt;br /&gt;byebye!!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-540016009892447374?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/540016009892447374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=540016009892447374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/540016009892447374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/540016009892447374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-does-it-feel-like-to-have-someone.html' title='no more cruise for me. FULLY BOOKED!!!:(:('/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2337433974841565847</id><published>2009-10-29T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:57:00.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm offically pissed with christina low.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who copies RJ? like HELLOOOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;copy from where uh? -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then give me a freaking C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1st c for the whole of this sem!!&lt;br /&gt;btw, what made my day was that CG from level 6.&lt;br /&gt;sweet. i didnt know he existed.&lt;br /&gt;sneeze is currently beside me.&lt;br /&gt;awwww.cuteeeee!(both)&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2337433974841565847?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2337433974841565847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2337433974841565847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2337433974841565847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2337433974841565847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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korean food for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;then i cabbed home, she went to pianooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;no more bangkok, cruise again this year.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;woots!!! i'mma go shoppppppppppping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda comfirmed already!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to bed already.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight my friends!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-1522265872722164394?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/1522265872722164394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=1522265872722164394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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in school with Jh, Ws.&lt;br /&gt;then went to amk to meet flav, alex, wl, nicole.&lt;br /&gt;did my RJ, went to J8, cabbed to flav hse, then to prata.&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;went home, changed, took sneeze down,&lt;br /&gt;went home at 11 plus,&lt;br /&gt;showered and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woke up, saw 4 missed calls-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like skipping school.&lt;br /&gt;but i came in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really feel like SLEEPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-6248924329114902142?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/6248924329114902142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=6248924329114902142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6248924329114902142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/6248924329114902142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-class-half-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7030974302880977234</id><published>2009-10-27T07:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:53:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;last night was HOMEALONE:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad was that, apparently someone in my distant relatives died.&lt;br /&gt;and she is SUPER RICH.&lt;br /&gt;so all of them went except me and sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;talked to some people online,&lt;br /&gt;then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;got really pissed at some people who KEPT calling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10 over calls from 10 different people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;walter ng was the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super sleepyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;this morning came to school,&lt;br /&gt;got really pissed off at someone, who tried to humliate me.&lt;br /&gt;wtvr. okies, back to PDT&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7030974302880977234?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7030974302880977234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7030974302880977234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7030974302880977234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i need to catch up with ianiie.&lt;br /&gt;yes biatch, i MISS YOU!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wanna eat dengdeng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwS_Pt4ZfMQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwS_Pt4ZfMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh:( i dont want this to happen!:(&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-4704788882135757784?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/4704788882135757784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=4704788882135757784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4704788882135757784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/4704788882135757784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-today-is-stressed-baby-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2294734314592038253</id><published>2009-10-25T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:05:55.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world, i just woke up nd i felt like blogging before i forget my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;last night, i dreamt that daddy sent me off to malaysia(KL) to live on my own.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i was freaked out, because i had no idea what was going on. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i still had to go to school(in singapore), i didnt know how to get home from there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the owner of the house was old, the house was old, but the houses beside it was nice and big.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; i wondered why daddy rented the old one for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;everyday i would miss my bus then freak out on how i would get home,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but in the end, i will still find myself home. idk how.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it was freaking me out. everymorning, there would be bread placed on the table, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;with only a piece of ham for me, and the others would get kaya instead, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i was wondering why, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i looked into the fridge then realised that there wasnt much food in the fridge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so i decided to go shopping for food. it didnt come to past because i woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to imagine that happenning to me, real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a fab day,&lt;br /&gt;hung ard at home, watched shows,&lt;br /&gt;until like 3.30, then went to shower,&lt;br /&gt;while showering, THERE WAS A BLACKOUT.&lt;br /&gt;omg, i had to shower with coldwater after:(&lt;br /&gt;there was no one at home except grandma.&lt;br /&gt;but she was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;so i was freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;after 30mins to trying to on back the power,&lt;br /&gt;i called daddy for help,&lt;br /&gt;i tried for another 10 mins before everything came back on. -.-&lt;br /&gt;after that, prepared and left for ying's house.&lt;br /&gt;went to SICC for bowling and pooling and arcading.&lt;br /&gt;then had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;the chicken was yums.&lt;br /&gt;after that, hung out ard ying's house,&lt;br /&gt;went home, showered, watched videos, then slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuPAeMvkyRI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZZo-VPXsWNM/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuPAeMvkyRI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZZo-VPXsWNM/s400/IMG_1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396368403569363218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2294734314592038253?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2294734314592038253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2294734314592038253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2294734314592038253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2294734314592038253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-world-i-just-woke-up-nd-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuPAeMvkyRI/AAAAAAAABIU/ZZo-VPXsWNM/s72-c/IMG_1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-3438347133122443591</id><published>2009-10-24T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:09:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what should i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nothing? idk la. serously, i'm kinda lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've felt it already before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'll get blamed if i dont have the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wtf, maybe i'll just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-3438347133122443591?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/3438347133122443591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=3438347133122443591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3438347133122443591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/3438347133122443591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-should-i-say-nothing-idk-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-7775408692883777665</id><published>2009-10-23T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:55:45.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i said i didnt miss you, i'm lying.</title><content type='html'>i feel kinda retarded now.&lt;br /&gt;lazy also. i have no modd to do anything or go anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;not kidding, i feel like lying on my bed, enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yesterday was a busybusy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math lesson, then church for Cg the GT training.&lt;br /&gt;it was fab. had dinner with walter and flavian,&lt;br /&gt;saw angsusu there. reached home at 12 plus, slept at 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;was super reluctant to wakey.&lt;br /&gt;forced myself, woke up,&lt;br /&gt;showered, went to sch,&lt;br /&gt;marketing was okay.&lt;br /&gt;JG made my day:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be radical, not reckless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;went home after school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm freaking sleepy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'mma go to bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm missing out on night safari because i really got no mood to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've been feeling very blahs these few days.:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-dOhp7EvSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-dOhp7EvSM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it happen when we first kissed&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hurting me to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause we spent so much time&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's no more&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda never let you hold me baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe why i'm sad to see us apart&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give to you on purpose&lt;br /&gt;Gotta figure out how you stole my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-7775408692883777665?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/7775408692883777665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=7775408692883777665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7775408692883777665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/7775408692883777665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-said-i-didnt-miss-you-im-lying.html' title='if i said i didnt miss you, i&apos;m lying.'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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-7264428617418493369.post-2637190700571153043</id><published>2009-10-22T12:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:36:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuAAZShUDXI/AAAAAAAABIM/Dc-OaLf7D9w/s1600-h/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395312788058148210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuAAZShUDXI/AAAAAAAABIM/Dc-OaLf7D9w/s400/IMG_1139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuAAY92JdhI/AAAAAAAABIE/u1bM77ATddA/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395312782508389906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuAAY92JdhI/AAAAAAAABIE/u1bM77ATddA/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghs. ignore the previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesterday i brought baby to school!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone loved i except for some people whom are afraid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after school, went to amk to find kris, roy, vin, elwyn, zy, jh, hs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after that, they went to watch tusnami. k didnt want to watch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went to Coffeebean with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yinggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did my RJ, went home, had dinner, bused to find them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked ard amk, went to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ichiban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hung ard till 10 plus then bused home.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;if want to woo her, daringly go woo la.-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but dont be creepy. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;everytime say you like her, then got no action. \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;com'on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264428617418493369-2637190700571153043?l=a-byyyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/feeds/2637190700571153043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7264428617418493369&amp;postID=2637190700571153043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2637190700571153043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264428617418493369/posts/default/2637190700571153043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-byyyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Abigale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00051048824082718355</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/_l5KktfvZOQ8/SuAAZShUDXI/AAAAAAAABIM/Dc-OaLf7D9w/s72-c/IMG_1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264428617418493369.post-2751267117486517587</id><published>2009-10-22T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:41:52.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm in a wtf mood now.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;idk why also, insecurities maybe.&lt;br /&gt;i feel cheated and forgotten. wtvr la.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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